Daughter of a Witch

Grey's Anatomy Turmoil

The living room was a sanctuary of warmth and quiet anticipation, the soft glow of the TV casting shadows across the walls. Y/n sat nestled in her usual spot on the couch, wrapped in her favorite blanket. Her posture was deceptively relaxed, but the slight furrow of her brow and the way she clutched the fabric of her blanket hinted at the tension bubbling beneath the surface.

Beside her, Agatha sat with the poise of someone who had been through this emotional gauntlet before. Her sharp, discerning eyes flicked to Y/n every few moments, tracking the subtle shifts in her daughter's demeanor. Agatha had seen these episodes before-she knew exactly what was coming. The storm of grief and heartbreak was as inevitable as it was devastating.

Perched on the armrest nearest the snacks, Rio exuded casual energy, tossing popcorn into her mouth as though she were gearing up for a fun, dramatic evening of television. "Alright, so this is it, huh? The infamous plane crash everyone talks about?" she asked, glancing at Agatha and Y/n.

"It's not just a plane crash," Y/n replied softly, her voice low but weighted with emotion.

"It's the plane crash," Agatha added, her tone equally grave.

Rio raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Okay, so it's that bad? Or are you two just being dramatic?"

"You'll see," Agatha said simply, not taking her eyes off Y/n.

"It's more than bad," Y/n muttered, her gaze fixed on the screen.

Agatha shared a look with Rio, a silent exchange of understanding. They both knew this would be hard for Y/n, though Rio was still playing catch-up on how impactful this storyline was.

The episode began, the usual lighthearted tone of Grey's Anatomy filling the room. Witty banter, playful exchanges, and an overarching sense of hope painted the opening scenes, lulling Rio into a false sense of security. She popped another piece of popcorn into her mouth and gestured at the TV. "Alright, but seriously, why are they on a discount airline? Aren't they surgeons? Don't they make, like, a bajillion dollars a year?"

Agatha smirked faintly. "Not everyone makes the best choices, even when they know better."

"Clearly," Rio replied, shaking her head. "This whole setup is screaming bad decision."

Y/n didn't chime in this time. Her focus was laser-sharp, every detail of the episode pulling her further into the narrative.

The show's tone shifted abruptly, the playful banter giving way to mounting tension. As the mechanical failures unfolded, the atmosphere in the room mirrored the chaos on the screen. Y/n's breathing quickened, her knuckles white as they gripped the edge of her blanket.

Still unaware of just how catastrophic things were about to get, Rio gestured toward the screen again. "Wait. What's happening? Are they losing altitude? Is that what-oh no. Oh no."

And then it happened. The gut-wrenching sound of impact, the chaos, the screams, and finally, the deafening silence as the screen faded to black.

"That's it?" Rio exclaimed, breaking the stillness. "That's where they're ending it? Who does that?!"

"Shhh," Agatha and Y/n said in unison, their tones sharp.

Rio blinked, raising her hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. But seriously, this is cruel."

The next episode began without a preamble, plunging the characters-and the viewers-into the harrowing aftermath. Y/n's body visibly tensed as the camera panned over Lexie, pinned beneath the wreckage. Her favorite character is reduced to this.

Rio's teasing demeanor faded as she took in the scene. "Wait... is she going to be okay? They're going to save her, right?"

Y/n didn't answer, but her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.

Agatha shook her head slightly, her voice soft but firm. "No. They're not."

Rio frowned, her heart sinking as the reality of the situation settled in. "But she's Y/n's favorite. They can't just... no."

"They can," Agatha replied, her tone heavy with the weight of someone who had already mourned this loss.

As Lexie's final moments played out, Y/n's tears began to fall. She didn't make a sound, but the tremble in her shoulders and how she curled further into her blanket spoke volumes. Agatha moved closer, wrapping an arm around Y/n's shoulders and pulling her into a comforting embrace.

Y/n didn't resist, letting herself sink into her mother's warmth. Agatha gently kissed Y/n's hair, her hand tracing soothing circles along her back.

Rio, who had been silent for once, slid off the armrest and sat on Y/n's other side. "Hey," she said softly, reaching for Y/n's hand beneath the blanket. "It's okay to cry. Lexie deserved better. It's not fair."

Y/n sniffled, her voice barely audible. "She deserved so much better."

Rio nodded, her thumb brushing over Y/n's knuckles. "She did. And Mark, too. Wait-don't tell me they're going to-"

"They are," Y/n whispered, fresh tears spilling over.

Rio groaned, throwing her head back. "This isn't a show; it's emotional warfare. Who writes this stuff?"

Despite her tears, Y/n let out a soft, watery laugh. "Welcome to Grey's Anatomy."

Rio placed a hand over her heart, mock-staggering back. "I'm not cut out for this. You two are emotional gladiators, and I'm barely holding it together."

Agatha chuckled, though her focus remained on Y/n. "It gets easier."

"Does it?" Rio muttered, her tone doubtful.

The next scene brought Mark's heartbreaking goodbye, and Rio's lighthearted commentary faded into stunned silence. Her grip on Y/n's hand tightened as she muttered, "No. Not him, too. Come on."

Y/n's quiet sobs resumed, but she wasn't alone this time. Agatha's arms stayed wrapped around her, a steady source of comfort, while Rio's grip on her hand grounded her. Together, her mothers created an unshakable wall of love and support, a silent promise that she wouldn't face this heartbreak alone.

When the episode ended, Y/n wiped her tears, her voice hoarse as she whispered, "Thanks."

Rio squeezed her hand. "Always, kiddo. You're tougher than you think."

Agatha pressed a kiss to Y/n's temple. "We're here for you, sweetheart. Always."

As Rio stood to raid the kitchen for more snacks, Y/n curled into Agatha's embrace, the weight of her grief slowly lifting. By the time Rio returned with a tray of snacks and a determined look in her eye, the room felt a little lighter.

The three of them settled back in, ready to face whatever heartbreak came next-together.