Okay this is my first FanFic ever so don't hate.

Ben, Abigail, Nellie, Eric, and Emily belong to me.

Everyone else belongs to Greys Anatomy.

Here it Goes:

Ben woke up screaming. He writhed in pain and called out for his Mom and our Dad, his shrieks filling the air with pain. It startled me, of course; of all the screams I'd heard that night, Ben's was definitely the worst.

A doctor rushed in and told Ben that it was all right and that he was at a hospital. It wasn't alright, obviously. But it made me feel better that someone else had begun the explanations. The doctor, who called himself Doctor Avery, patted my brother's shoulder before he told him about the accident; the car ride, the collision, and the deaths. I felt useless just sitting there watching. Needless to say, I'd had a hard night, myself. But Ben was still just a baby – only four years old – and barely understood what Doctor Avery was saying.

I saw Ben look to me a couple of times, his eyes teary and searching for answers. I didn't look at him, I refused to. But I felt terrible afterwards.

"I'm sorry, Ben." Doctor Avery finished. "But don't worry; you and your sister will be taken care of by us until we find out what we can do to further help."

Ben nodded, but I was certain he didn't understand. Doctor Avery patted his shoulder again, and gave me a curt nod as he left the room. I followed my gaze on him. I mean, at the time I didn't realize it and I'm way too young for him anyway, but he was really attractive. With that dark skin and sea green eyes, my heart now skips a beat thinking about him (a schoolgirl crush, you could say).

"Abby," Ben said, weakly. I could hear the fragility of his voice.

I winced, and slowly turned my head toward him. "Benji," I said. "Everything's going to be different now."

He nodded.

"Mommy and Daddy aren't going to be around anymore."

He nodded.

I breathed in. "We could get split up."

A tear. A nod.

The tear wasn't his.

I began to sob. "I'm so sorry, Benji. I'm just so sorry!" I began to sob like I was about to die myself. Even though I desperately wanted to, I couldn't wheel myself to him on my own. So we sat awkwardly in our own little room: me howling, him staring.

"Abigail?" I could hear someone say. "Abigail, please answer. Are you alright? We are going to give you a shot to calm down, alright?" I felt a needle break skin on my arm, and calmed immediately.

A woman put her hand on my shoulder and bent down to see my face in the wheelchair. Her eyes were a shimmery hazel, and her hair was light but not blonde. I stared at my lap for a moment, collecting myself. Then I heard her whisper "How old are you, Abigail?"

I gulped back a sob. "I'll be fifteen in December." It was January.

"You're too young to be going through this, Abigail." She said, softly.

"Abby," I corrected. "I prefer Abby."

The woman nodded. "I'm Doctor Grey, but I prefer Meredith as it's my name."

I nodded, looking back up at her shimmering eyes. She was smiling slightly, and acting as if I hadn't lost my father and step-mother. I don't know why, but I liked that she wasn't treating me as a victim.

"Can we talk somewhere, Meredith?" I asked. I wanted to talk to her, but not in front of Ben.

"Sure," She smiled. "I'll take you to your room." She stood up from her crouch position, and waited until I said goodnight to Ben before she wheeled me away.

The hospital was calm. Doctors walked slowly, and nurses walked slower. Patients were smiling or too tired to be in pain. And me? I think I had just met a new friend on the worst night of my life. I liked Meredith Grey, she seemed to understand me even though she had only just met me. I was wheeled to my room but refused to lie on the bed. I didn't want to look like a victim if I weren't to be treated as one.

Meredith sat in a small chair and waited for me to speak. I breathed and began. I didn't know what I wanted to say, I just told her what happened. "We were coming home from dinner." I explained. "Dad hadn't drunk a sip of alcohol though." I added.

Meredith nodded.

"It wasn't even that dark. It just was…less than bright." I said. "Nellie and Dad were arguing, but it was on something stupid and pointless, and they were kind of making it a joke at that point. Ben was sleeping, and I wanted to."

Another nod.

"We stopped at a light and let people through. I almost fell asleep, but when we moved I was jolted awake." I said. Then I took a pause. "And that's when the school bus rammed us."

Meredith nodded again.

"It just rammed us in the side because it must've thought the light was green or something. I saw the light flash in my window. And I ducked away. Then the screeching of metal began." I said. "It was terrible, as if it were made to make me fear everything. I screamed, but I knew I wasn't the only one. The car rolled across the intersection, and I felt for anybody near me. I couldn't feel Ben or Nellie or Dad. When the car stopped rolling, I opened my eyes and saw that no one was there, I was the only one in the car. I heard screams of kids and thought for sure it was Ben. Then I realized there were too many to just be him. A girl drenched in blood walked past my window. It didn't look to be her blood but she suddenly just dropped." I shook my head. "The paramedic said she died."

Meredith nodded.

"I seemed to be the only one trapped in a car. I couldn't get the seatbelt off and if I could I don't think I would've been strong enough to get out. My insides burned and my lungs felt like they didn't work. I could see outside though. For the moments when my lungs kept trying I saw all the kids walk past the car. They just dropped and bit it. They just died! Ben was lying on the ground and I thought he was among the dead. I knew I didn't have long until I passed out so I mustered all my strength and craned my neck to see my parents." I stopped suddenly, and had to remind my lungs to work. "They were about forty feet away and my dad's leg was a metre from his body!" I sobbed. "I knew they were dead. So that's when I decided to let go and pass out. I woke up here with Doctor Avery explaining what had happened with my body. I think he knew I remembered everything because he didn't say anything about the accident until I asked about my family."

Meredith sat silently for a moment, more for my sake. Then she took a deep breath and said "Abby, it was an accident. Sometimes things like this just happen. And sometimes people just die. It's unfair, but the universe doesn't care."

I smiled, hearing the truth caused a good kind pain to rise up in me.

"But…" Meredith began. "What Doctor Avery failed to tell you was that you are not finished with surgeries."

I frowned.

"He wanted me to explain this to you because it will be hard for you to hear." Her voice became shaky.

I nodded slowly. I had no idea where this was going. I felt alright for someone who had been in a major accident hours before. What could possibly be wrong with me?

"While you were unconscious you had an MRI - a type of test that shows us what is going on inside. When we got the images back, we saw you had bone marrow cancer."

I caught my breath. I wanted to scream, but I also wanted to hear. So I sat silently, and waited for her to speak. Although all I was thinking was 'Ben's going to be alone in the world.'

"It's fairly progressed and I'm afraid that the only way to save you is with a bone marrow transplant. Your brother isn't a donor, and your mother wasn't either, nor your father.

"Mother?" I asked.

"Nellie Markus? Isn't she your mother?"

"Step-mother, and Ben's only my half-brother."

"Oh," Meredith sounded surprised. "Who's your birth mother then?"

I shrugged. "Anyone my dad could have got his hands on in Med school." I said. "I never knew her."

Meredith looked sad. "Any other relatives? Anyone who could possibly be a match?"

"No – wait!" I said shocked. I suddenly remembered. There was someone who might be a perfect match to me, even though I only knew her name. "I have a twin sister!"

Meredith was astounded. "What? And you didn't tell anyone? Who is she? Where is she?"

"Living with my mom apparently. That's what Dad said. I never knew her."

Meredith looked horrified. "You're saying that a twin sister – someone who could be a perfect match to you - is out there but cannot save your life because you've never met her?"

I nodded. It sounded grimmer than I expected.

"We have to find her!"

"Either way, we're not identical." I explained. "It may not be a match. Dad took me because I looked like him. My mom took her because she looked like her." I shook my head. "What are we going to do?"

But Meredith didn't answer. Her face had gone deathly pale and her eyes welled with tears. "What was your father's name, again?" She asked, breathlessly.

"Eric Markus," I said slowly. Something was up.

Meredith gasped. "Fourteen years ago…" She trailed off. "Do you know your sister's name?"

I nodded. "Emily," I had heard Dad say it so many times, but I'd never said it before. It felt weird saying the name that belonged to my sister.

And the night ended with a scream more terrible than Ben's.

WDYT? I'm going to add more don't worry!