6.09

The next morning, Helena and Cristina walked through the hallway to find Meredith. Once they did, they shared a look, each of them grabbing on of the girl's arms and pulling her into a meeting room.

"What's happening?" The blond asked, Helena closing the door behind her.

"Teddy. Turns out she loved Owen. And I though she came here to be all Teddy and Owen but there's me and now she's all pained and threatening to leave and I told her she could have him." Cristina explained as the short girl nodded along.

"What?" Meredith asked, shocked.

"She's an amazing teacher and I'm happy again and I-I'm in the OR and I'm feeling like myself. And of course I didn't mean it, I mean, I love Owen. I love him. But that means I don't get to have her so... maybe I meant it?" She finished.

"Ok, here's the thing. You can't talk like this. I mean, I get you, but other people don't. So you can't talk like this." Meredith told them, Helena humming in agreement.

"Yes, it's like telling someone their baby is ugly. I mean, they know it, you know it, everybody knows it but you don't say it." Helena explained.

"So you two are saying surgery, right? Gun to your head, you'd chose surgery over Derek and Mark?" She asked.

"We're saying don't talk about this. And don't talk about it to Owen." Meredith told her.

"Ok, my turn. Mark just, out of the blue, told Sloan she could move in with us and we'd help her raise the baby. Without asking me first." Helena sighed.

"?" Cristina asked. "Is that why you were sleeping in my couch?"

"Yeah, we had this big fight and, I-I mean, I'm not saying I wouldn't do it but he didn't even ask me! He changed out whole lives without even consulting me." The brunette explained. "So now I'm trying to figure out if I can do this. Because I want to and I love him, and Sloan could become our family, she could... but I don't wanna say I'm ok with this and then bail down the road, so I'm trying to figure out if I've got it in me to be a grandmother... at twenty six."  She took a deep breath as she finished. "It just hurts that he didn't respect me enough to ask me first, you know?"

"I'd bail." Cristina shrugged.

"Yeah, my commitment issues would have me half way across the country." Meredith chuckled.

"Not helpful." Helena glared at her people.

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"What the hell is the matter with you?" Addison asked Mark, who followed her into her office in LA. They had left Sloan with one of Addison's coworkers, one Mark had practically started a fight with.

"Me? You're as wound up as I've ever seen you!" Mark accused.

"I'm not the one starting school yard fights with other doctors." She scoffed.

"You're wound up Addy, just admit it."

"Bizzy is a lesbian." The redhead let out.

"?" He asked, shocked.

"My mother is a lesbian, which means the captain wasn't a cheater. It was all a sham, my whole childhood, everything I believed about my dad, my mom, love, marriage... it's all turned on his head. So, yeah, I'm a little... wound up." Addison explained. "Your turn."

"Lee and I are fighting." He sighed, sitting on the couch. "I asked her to raise Sloan's baby with me. Or, you know, raise her with me and Sloan. A-And maybe not ask... I might have told Sloan before I asked her."

"You didn't ask her if she was ok with raising your granddaughter in her own home?" She scoffed. "Besides, she's a little young for that, don't you think?" Addison asked, furrowing her brows.

"Do not take her side!" Mark asked, huffing.

"I'm sorry."

"It just sucks, you know? I mean, we've had a few disagreements here and there but we've never , not like this. And I never meant to assume o-or disrespect her like she says, I just... I was so excited." He sighed, reclining on the couch. "Your thing sucks too. Bizzy's a lesbian?"

"Thank you!" Addison let out, sitting in the couch by him. "But, for what it's worth, Lena loves you. That girl you and I know you love her too. You'll figure it out."

"Yeah. I should text her." He answered, leaving the room to tell Helena that Addison had agreed to do the procedure.

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"If you had to choose between the thing you love, surgery, and the person you love, you which would you choose?" Cristina asked her friends as they had lunch in a lab, Meredith practicing for her surgery on a cadaver.

"Alex would choose Izzie, right? Because you two are gonna get back together." Meredith asked.

"Shut up." Alex told her between bites of his sandwich.

"I'd choose Mark. He'd never make me chose and that's why I'd choose him. Even if I'm pissed at him right now." Helena told them.

"Baby Einstein, we all know you're lying to yourself right now." Cristina told her, Helena shooting her a look.

"Why do we have to choose?" Jackson asked.

"It doesn't matter, you just do!" Cristina told them. "Surgery or love?"

"I want both." The man shrugged.

"That what I said." Meredith informed, Helena nodding in agreement.

"No, you can't have both."

"Why the hell not?" The boy questioned.

"Why the hell is he here?" Cristina asked, scoffing.

"Because he's nice. We're friends, so he's here." Helena shrugged, Jackson taking a bite of his baby carrot with a grin.

"Plus, I said he could be here. He's scrubbing in on the Whipple." Meredith explained, Jackson smiling up at her too.