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Demetra Grey is fifteen, and she's learned early how to pack light. Not just clothes, but expectations. Since her mother's death and her father's quiet disappearance, there's never been one place that's fully hers. Instead, she moves between houses, calendars marked in weeks, splitting her time the way you split something fragile and hope it doesn't crack.
Meredith's place is calm to the point of silence, everything measured and controlled. Lexie's is louder, warmer, filled with an effort to make things feel normal. Neither feels wrong. Neither feels permanent. Living with Meredith also means living around Derek's schedule, long hours and late nights shaping the rhythm of the house whether anyone says it out loud or not.
Nothing about it has been easy. New schools come and go, rules shift, routines change depending on which couch she falls asleep on. Everyone is trying in their own way, but time is the one thing no one seems to have enough of.
Most days, Demetra ends up at the hospital instead, wandering familiar halls while surgeries stretch on longer than promised. By now, the staff barely look twice when they see her there.Seattle Grace has become the one constant. And for now, that's enough.
Seattle Grace has become the one constant. And for now, that's enough.