𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗘, greys anatomy

and dream of sheep.

chapter 11.
and dream of sheep.
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year two | thirteen

Charlotte joins jo in alex's office, where the former admits her fear of not knowing her genes when it comes to her future kids, "i don't know anything about my biological parents medical history. i've had to learn to live with that, but i don't want to not know when it comes to our kids." jo explains to alex. "i don't want to meet my family, so im going to have my genonome examined." the surgeon holds up a dna test. "i'm gonna spit in a tube."

"i don't know anything about my birth parents, either. all i know is i was left on my deranged aunts doorstep when i was two weeks old. i want to know where i came from. i'd like to have mine tested, too." charlotte speaks up.

jo smiles over at charlotte. "okay. we'll do it together."

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Charlotte finds maggie reviewing scans in the scan room with intern casey parker, "maggie, you're adopted."

pierce looks over from her charts, "yeah i've heard that. and good morning!"

"oh, sorry," charlotte apologizes rapidly, "i was just wondering. did you ever get your dna tested?"

"have you met me? i battered myself with tests. i wanted to know everything."

charlotte pulls out the folder containing her results. "i just got my results back. i don't want to open them alone, but i can't open them with alex or jo and have to see their faces if they discover i'm a genetic lemon."

"i'm your girl." maggie assures, taking the folder from charlotte and leading the pair to the couch. "i know this can be scary, but i promise, whatever we find—"

the teen turns up her nose at the scent of dead fish as she takes a seat besides pierce. "ugh, what stinks in here?"

"that's me, sorry." casey apologizes from the scan desk, "i washed my hands, but—" he shrugs.

charlotte shakes her head, a disgusted grimace on her face. maggie takes the dna results out from the folder, "alright, you ready?" she asks charlotte.

"mhm," the teen nods anxiously.

maggie lets out a breath, "alzheimer's, no." she looks at charlotte as she reads the results.

"okay..."

"huntingtons, no. parkinson's, no. congratulations, you won the genetic lottery." pierce finishes, handing the paper over to charlotte.

"it says here i'm mostly british!" the teenager exclaims in surprise upon scanning over the results herself.

"congrats! i got a patient." maggie says, grabbing her chart off the desk and exiting the room.

charlotte continues reading her results. "you are comparing with martha tomlinson," she reads, "it's probable that martha tomlinson is your first cousin. i have a cousin."

casey turns around in his chair, "you want me to find her?"

"how would you do that?"

"start with a web search, then facebook, instagram. then an exhaustive search of various consumer databases—"

charlotte cuts him off, rising from the couch, "no! no, no, no i don't want that. that's—that's creepy! that's stalking. you're a stalker."

casey shrugs, "it's all legal."

"no." charlotte crosses her arms.

casey gives charlotte a look before returning to
his scans.

charlotte glances over at her results briefly before looking back at casey. "okay, but if you could find her, could you also find out who she's related to? could you find her mother or—"

now casey interrupts the teen, "or your mother?" he guesses, typing furiously on the computers keyboard.

"no!" charlotte exclaims once again. "i didn't say do it." she narrows her eyes at the intern, who shrugs apologetically.

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Charlotte approaches jackson in the lobby as he watches maggie's interview about her parentage, "hey, have you seen maggie?" jackson stays silent, instead continuing to quietly watch maggie in awe. charlotte follows his gaze, gasping when she sees the cardiothoracic surgeon being interviewed and recorded. "is that the woman from good morning seattle?"

"yeah. maggie's very fancy now-" jackson replies before being immediately shushed by a cameraman.

"who pissed in his cheer-" charlotte begins. jackson puts an arm out and pulls the teen behind him before she can continue.

after watching the interview for a moment, charlotte suddenly gasps, "oh my god."

"what?" jackson asks.

charlotte gestures towards maggie, "that's a sign! i came here to ask her if i should find my birth mother and—that is a sign."

jackson has a certain look on his face, which charlotte is quick to read, "what?"

"uh, nothing."

"what?" charlotte presses.

jackson looks down at the girl, "i connected with my father a while back and it was not the best idea. didn't alleviate any of my pain; just created more. so unless there's some kind of big answer that you're looking for you might just wanna let it  go."

charlotte stares back, "you took my sign down." she states seriously, turning and walking away.

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Charlotte approaches casey in the cafeteria. "can you really find my mother?"

the second year nods. "yes. do you really want me to?" the teenager hesitates for a brief moment before nodding. "good, cause i couldn't help myself." casey turns his laptop around to face charlotte, showing her a picture of a her birth mother. "she lives in pittsburgh. her name is vicki."
charlotte stares at the computer screen, mouth agape.