8.03

"So, what do you say, Ali? Wanna try some baby mush?" Mark asked, as Helena held two jars of baby purée, one of apple and another of pear.

"Apple or pear?" Helena asked, her baby smiling at her before extending her hand, as if to grab the apple one. "Good choice."

Opening the bottle, Helena grabbed a baby spoon, beginning to serve a small amount of the apple mush, as Mark sipped on his coffee and toast.

"Alright, here we go, pequenina." Helena warned, extending the the spoon to her baby's mouth.

As she took it in, half of the mush ended up around her mouth and chin, the baby not moving for a second, in confusion. However, as Alice tasted it, her eyes widened as she made a small, happy noise, reaching for the spoon as if looking for more.

At that, both her parents giggled, Mark letting out. "She likes apples."

"Yes, she does. Don't you, little pea?" Helena asked her, as the child smiled. "Yeah, you do."

——

Entering the conference room, Helena sat down next to the other residents, whining. "Grand rounds again?"

"Blame Cristina's husband, he said it was mandatory." Meredith agreed, as Alex curled his lab coat up into a pillow.

"One more hour of sleep, that's what it is."

"Oh, no, it's not gonna be boring." April told them, from the row behind them. "This is Jackson's mother, Catherine Avery."

"She's a urologist, right?" Helena asked, the boy nodding.

"I met her when I was an intern at Mercy West, she's amazing." The redhead girl told them.

"She's a lunatic." Jackson disagreed, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Is that why you got Lexie to go see her sister?" Helena asked, Cristina looking at her in shock.

"You shipped Lexie out of state?" Alex snorted, his eyes closed and head against his makeshift pillow.

"Who hides his girlfriend under a rock while his mom comes into town?" Cristina asked, amused.

"Someone who's got a hypocritical surgeon for a mom." Meredith told them, shrugging. "I get it."

"Wake up, everybody!" Catherine Avery let out, walking onto stage, as Alex jumped from his chair, grabbing onto Helena's arm. The girl let out a giggle at her friend's reaction, as the woman continued. "I know, I know, it's grand rounds, where we have to sit and listen to someone talk about how somebody did something, and here's how they did it... there's not enough coffee in Brazil for this. Well, not today."

The woman continued her speech, as Helena noticed Jackson sink in his chair, letting out. "Are you trying not to get spotted?"

"Yeah, pretty much." The boy let out, covering his face.

"So, who wants to step into the future with me?" Catherine asked, as April let out an overly enthusiastic '' in the quiet auditorium.

The twisted trio shared an amused look, as it was the redhead's turn to sink in her seat.

"Ok, that's alright. That's a start." The older woman admitted. "Ryan, honey, would you come out here, please?" As a man in a robe stepped onto the stage, she told them. "Everybody, this is Ryan. Ryan, can you show everybody what we're here to do today?" As the man took off his clothes, everyone gasped, Helena's mouth falling open. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to invite a few lucky residents to scrub in on this countries first penis transplant."

"Oh, poor Ryan." Helena sighed, as Cristina snorted.

"Thanks to a case of penile cancer, Ryan underwent a full penectomy 11 months ago. Good margins left him basically cured and cancer free." Both people on stage high fived, Helena leaning forward in her chair. "And today we'll be replacing the thing Ryan lost. A suitable donor has become available here at Seattle Grace Mercy West and Ryan generously agreed to fly out and make this day a teaching opportunity. Who wants in on it?" At that, everyone's arms, except Jackson's raised up. ", that's more like it!"

Clearing his throat, Mark stood up, his serious, head of plastics face on. "Uh, Mark Sloan, plastics. Isn't penile reconstruction the standard approach in cases like these? Why a transplant?"

"Well, I can answer your question with a question. Do you like your penis?" Catherine asked. And, just like that, it was Helena's turn to sink in her seat, as the room laughed.

"It does the job." Mark told her, shrugging.

"Bet it does." Cristina whispered to Helena, wiggling her brows as the flushed girl smacked the back of her head.

"If one day it wasn't there, wouldn't you want it back? Or would you be satisfied with a reconstructed organ that has very little function?"

At that, Alex couldn't pass up the opportunity to tease his already blushed friend. "Lena certainly wouldn't be ."

Helena smacked the back of her other friend's head, angrily muttering in Portuguese. "" ("Children. Cristina too, children, it's what you are.")

——

The residents were all in the same lab, doing an anastomosis of a chicken's femoral vessels, for a change to scrub in on the penis transplant.

Catherine had already eliminated everyone but Meredith, Jackson, Alex and Helena, who worked silently as the woman observed their work.

However, just as the woman approached the small girl, her pager beeped, making Helena sigh and mutter, under her breath. "Not now..."

She glanced at it, looking away from the chicken breast. At the information, her eyes widened as she glanced at Meredith, putting down her scalpel, as she got up.

"I-I'm out, I have to get this." Helena muttered, taking off her gown as she left the door.

When she was out of Meredith's sight, she ran down the hallway, finding Arizona doing the same once she reached the peds floor.

"What happened?" She questioned, as she and the blond sprinted.

"I don't know."