Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
chapter twenty-one ✧ a protective friend ( season seven, episode eight )
❝ i don't care if you're having a shitty day, you don't make her cry. ever. ❞
"𝐒𝐎, 𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 a lot to catch up on."
London was sitting in Quinn's office, holding one of her decorated pillows in her lap. Her legs were crossed and she was leaning against the back of the couch.
"Your father came to the hospital," Quinn began listing off and London nodded. "And you cut off contact with him."
"I did."
"And Cristina Yang quit the surgical program," she continued. "You almost got hypothermia from Owen Hunt's trauma certification. Am I missing anything?"
London pressed her lips together. "Uh—I went on a date with Oliver."
Quinn raised her eyebrows and looked at the brunette, closing her notebook. "And all of this happened within one week?" she asked. London nodded in response. "You have quite a busy life, don't you?"
She shrugged. "It sure feels like it."
"Okay, well I don't really know where to start..." Quinn commented, crossing a leg over the other. "You do look happier than our last session." London looked up at her. "Are you happier?"
London tilted her head before nodding. "I suppose," she replied quietly. "I mean, compared to a few months ago, I definitely am. I'm not crying every day and I forgave Derek Shepherd recently, so... there's that."
"Well, that's good!" Quinn smiled and London couldn't help but return it. There was something about Quinn's smile that was contagious. "And is the happiness because you cut off your father or because you're with Oliver?"
She shrugged sheepishly. "Both?" she replied, playing with the ends of the pillow. "Though, we haven't actually talked about what we are exactly... And nobody knows."
"Nobody?"
London shook her head. "Not Jackson, not my brother, not my uncle. Well, Lexie Grey might possibly know, but that's just because she watches us like that's her job."
"Why haven't you told anyone?"
"I don't know..." she replied with a sigh. "I guess we're just... not ready for people to find out. Especially since neither of us has figured out what we are. And I just... I just want to live in a little bubble first. A bubble where it's just the two of us."
Quinn tilted her head, scanning over the woman's appearance. She did look happier. Her eyes had a sparkle that the therapist had never seen before. The dark bags under her eyes had disappeared and her brown hair had been cut to rid it of the dead ends. Not only did she look happy but she looked healthy.
