oiv. yellow bag
9.06

Atlas walks with a bounce in his step, his phone against his ear. He's talking to Eliza, whom is happily living out her hippie dreams she had when she was younger. Atlas, from the daily pictures he got of his nephew, could see his younger sisters long ankle length skirt he had boughten her and shipped to her. He missed her, so so much and he missed Brian — ( who was older now, a few months away from turning two ) — just the same amount. But oh how Atlas knew that his sister needed to heal, and this was her way in healing. So he looked forward to the shared phone calls, and the numerous amount of pictures that were sent his way.

"So ... April woke up last night when Brian was crying and rocked him back to sleep." Eliza spoke from her side of the phone call. She was walking around the kitchen, mixing a batter of cookie dough. Trying a recipe that Aprils mom had left her when the older married couple left to go out for the day. "She even told me to go back to bed."

Atlas shrugged, "I didn't know she liked your kid."

Eliza closed her eyes, letting out a sigh. "Atlas, she's slept in my bed when I have dreams about Mark. She - she sleeps in my bed and reaches for my hand!"

"She's your person, El. It's been almost seven months since his death, she's become the person you tell everything too." Atlas leaned against the wall as he looked around at all the fun things that were happening inside the hospital. "Just accept the help, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. Okay. I'll — Eliza! He - Brian hugged me! Liza he hugged me! — He hugged you! Yay apes!" Atlas heard the conversation go on before his sister eventually turned her focus back to the phone. "Oh my gosh! I gotta go Atly! Bye, love you so much!"

The phone call ended and Atlas walked towards his patients room. Fiddling with the pen he now held, Atlas wasn't really watching out for anything.

"Oh, shoot. Sorry C." Atlas muttered before he took a step away. He hadn't realized that the woman he taught everything too, who had moved away, was now standing right in front of him with a tilted head and navy blue scrubs. "Christina! You're back!"

Atlas didn't pull the korean woman in for a hug, choosing to shake her hand and give her a high five instead. He's missed her, and this was great — having her back when the new hired attending wanted nothing to do with anything but research.

"Hey, Lee-Sunny." Christina smiled, genuinely happy that she was back. She was excited to do things as a fellow, and to learn whatever the man had to offer her. Or well, what else the man had to offer her. "I was heading to find you,"

"You were? I have this super cool surgery today! Wanna scrub in?" Atlas looked towards her, sharing a smile as he started to walk away. He waved her along. "Patients name is Emily Taylor, eighteen year old female who now needs an aortic transplant! Her parents were against the surgery all her life, but now she can make her own choice."

Christina nodded, quickly moving after Atlas. She called out, "Does this mean I'm your fellow now?"

Atlas grinned as he reached over the nurses station, plucking the chart for his case off the desk where he had left it and heading towards the patients room. "Of course, C! Now, follow me fellow and we'll go talk to the patient."

Christina felt at home again. Back where she had been, she knew no one. She was only there to escape 'Seattle Grace Mercy Death,' not because it was the better choice in teachers — her teacher died mid surgery.

"Doctor Lee-Sunny, it's nice to see you for the fifth time today." Miranda Bailey said as she looked at the duo out of the corner of her eyes. She flashed a smile before she returned to planning her wedding. Still waiting for his answer, having heard his and Christina's feet stop. "Have you got a minute? I need to ask you a question."

"Me and my fellow have a surgery, but follow me and we can talk?" Atlas waved the woman along, smiling as he headed towards the operating room. Nothing was wrong with the day, nothing yet.

"Alright." Bailey let the chart rest on the counter as she followed after Atlas. "I had a whole speech prepared, but will you be my maid of honour? You'll wear a dark green tux with a red tie and you'll hold my flowers well I say my vows. Uh, what else? You'll say a speech at dinner and so on."

Atlas stopped, Christian running right into his back. She groaned and stepped away, pressing her palm against her aching nose. Atlas, who quickly glanced at her to make sure she wasn't bleeding all over the floor, was beyond excited and happy. "You want me to be your maid of honour?"

"Yes, Atlas. I want you to be my maid of honour." Miranda Bailey nodded. She didn't want this wedding, she's already had one. But if she was gonna have another, she would want her person to be by her side.

"I'm gonna be a maid of honour!"

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"Atlas Lee-Sunny, your relationship to the victims very, do they not?" A woman asked, as she attempted to gather information that would help the hospital in what they needed. Since he was Eliza's advocate, who was Marks advocate, he was dragged into the mess of sharing all the stuff he could.

"I'm close with everyone, yes. Derek Shepherd is my husband, Oliver Lee-Sunny is my brother, Mark Sloan would have been my brother-in-law, Lexie Grey and Meredith Grey were practically my sisters. Venus Bardot was my cardio nurse for almost every surgery I had. Arizona Robbins helped heal my daughter when she's been sick. Christina Yang is my fellow, my student." Atlas leaned back in the chair. "If you're trying to see if what I'll provide is to benefit myself, then you're wrong. I'm only here on behalf of my sister. But I'm here to support the rest of my family. Because that's who they all are; my family."

The woman shared a look with someone else at the table, most likely not expecting the answer she had been given. "How is your sister, Eliza. We're under the impression she moved away once her fiancé died."

"Eliza lives on a farm now, with a woman named April. They're close knit now, and have leaned on each other to get them through difficult times. Eliza missed Mark Sloans funeral, because she couldn't bare to see him be lowered into the ground. She can't sleep at night without someone else in the room. She calls his phone every night before she goes to sleep, hoping he'll answer." Atlas wasn't happy, who would be? This is all stuff that affects everyone, no matter what. Atlas has watched his sister change, and as much as he misses the old Eliza, he knows deep down she's slowly healing.

The woman tilts her head. "Do you believe your sister will ever recover? This can help determine the amount of money she'll be offered."

It was about the money. Not about really wanting to help. Atlas frowned, sighing he looked between the two people at the table and the small tape recorder on the table. "Can we take a break?"

The woman nods, and Atlas is quick in pushing the chair away from the table, grabbing his yellow bag and walking out of the room with no intentions on returning.

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Atlas steps into the house Derek had built. He loves it, so much. He'll always love it.

"Derek?" Atlas calls out, glancing around the still and seemingly quiet home. It's never this quiet. There's always dogs running around or kids watching television or adults talking about whatever makes their heart skip. "Baby?"

The house remains quiet, so placing his yellow bag filled of things he just carry's around now, he sets off through the halls and rooms to find his family. The nursery, which is now being converted into Starlees room, where she'll get a toddler bed and dresser instead of a crib and change table, is empty. Cam Cams room is empty, the night light beside his bed turned on, but the clothes that normally are all placed neatly in the dresser are spewed across the floor. The dogs aren't in their room — yes they have a room — which leads him to believe they're in the backyard.

Moving through the house and towards the back door, Atlas sees light. An indication that someone is outside. The door doesn't creak as he opens it and steps through the opening, but it makes a noise when it closes.

"Derek?"

"Atlas?" Derek spins on his heels from where he stands on the green grass. There's a swing set that Atlas hadn't seen before, standing to Dereks side. "You're home? The meeting ran quick."

"I left." Atlas muttered and doesn't make eye contact with his husband, knowing that they'll both only see pain. "You bought a swing set?"

"No, a whole playground, actually." Derek grinned as he waved his arm towards where there's boxes and boxes off stuff to be assembled. "And I got you one more present."

"Me?" Atlas tilts his head, eyes flashing with questioning.

"Daddy, look!" Starlee points towards the golden puppy racing towards him.

Derek can't help but laugh, "Meet Dinner, the newest addition to the family."

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yes, i know there's rules on how many dogs you can have, (? there is where i live! no more than three.) but this is fanfiction and the dogs make them happy. also, at the end of this season we'll meet another new addition to the family!