A/N: So... pretty much writing this for SKaylor95. :) And for anybody else who needs a story where Lexie lives. And thanks to idealskeptic for betaing this for me!

Chapter One: Falling Out Of The Sky

The first thing I noticed wasn't so much a thing as it was a feeling. There was a horrible, terrible, downright nasty pounding in my head. I wasn't sure why at first, but then I remembered. The plane had crashed. I'd never been in a plane crash before so I couldn't say I know anything about it but it was very, well, it was very odd. One second, we were fine. We were flying and it was fine except that I was really, really nervous. I was worried we would crash and wouldn't you just know it, we crashed! We were in the air, suspended in this tiny metal thing and then the next thing you know, it's going down. Everybody started screaming. Well, everybody except for Mark. He just turned and started staring straight at me. He didn't say anything, he just stared. Not that I'd have heard it if he had said anything because of all the screaming. And then the plane split in two and out of the corner of my eye I saw Derek go flying out of what previously had been the back of the plane and Cristina started screaming so loudly and then... this. This pain in my head. Oh, god, what if...

Quickly and without thinking I brought my hand to my head, feeling for any sort of obvious, crazy plane-crash related head injury, but all I found was a bit of blood that had trickled down the side of my face and dried. I tried, very hard, not to think about all the terrible, horrible things that having a headache after falling out of the sky could mean and I bit my lip and finally opened my eyes. And immediately closed them. It was bright. It was way too damn bright. I waited a few seconds and tried again. The light still bothered my eyes, but I adjusted. I stretched out my arms, then my legs, then my fingers and my toes. Everything seemed to be in decent, if completely sore, working order. Of course, that didn't mean there weren't any injuries, just that there weren't any that were obvious.

Carefully, I sat up. It hurt like few things in my life ever have, but well, it could have been a whole hell of a lot worse, right? I started looking around and had to bite my lip to stop from screaming. I knew the plane had crashed, remembered it happening and yet... this, seeing it, seeing the aftermath of it was so much worse. I had landed a few feet behind a tree that had a giant chunk of plane wedged in its' trunk. There were parts of the plane everywhere. Everywhere. Parts of the forest we'd landed in looked completely normal and other parts looked like they'd been stomped on by some mad, ravenous, giant creature. Or, you know, a plane. I sucked in a deep breath. So this was what a plane crash looked like.

Oh, god.

If this was what the plane looked like, what had happened to everybody who was on it? What if... Oh, god, what if...

I was just about to start screaming when somebody else beat me to it.

"Lexie! Derek! Cristina! Oh, for the love of god, please! Answer me! Somebody! Damn it! Derek!" Meredith. I didn't know she was capable of being that loud.

"Over here! I'm over here!" I shouted, only thinking after I'd said it that she would have no idea where over here was.

"Lexie?" She sounded so hopeful that I actually started to cry. I got to my feet, wobbled for a second and nearly threw up but ultimately remained standing.

"Hi!" Oh, god, that sounded dumb. That was dumb, wasn't it?

"Where are you?" she called out. She sounded panicky again.

I was starting to feel panicky too. I could hear her, but I couldn't see her. "Where are you? Are you stuck? Are you..." I didn't finish my sentence. I didn't want to ask her if she was injured. I didn't want to know. I wanted to just pretend she was fine, she just couldn't find me.

"I'm not stuck! I just... where the hell are you?" And then, finally, she came into view. She was only about fifty feet away.

"Meredith!" I started running towards her and she started running towards me, or rather limping towards me. It felt like forever but when we finally reached each other we didn't say anything. We hugged each other and half fell, half sank to the ground and started to sob. Not just crying, but sobbing. Loud, gasping sobs with faces covered in tears and snot. It was not pretty. But I can't say I cared. My sister was alive and she was okay. Well, she was mostly okay.

We sat there crying, not moving for I don't know how long. I didn't want to let go but I figured we should probably start looking for the others. "Have you... found... anyone... else?" I snuffled and wiped my nose on the sleeve of my jacket. We let go of each other and sat there for a moment. I didn't want to talk about it and I knew she didn't either, but we both knew we had to.

"No," Meredith shook her head. "No. I was so afraid..."

"That you were the only one left alive? Yeah, me too."

She nodded. "But they have to be okay, right? We have to act like they're alive until we find out otherwise because..." She sniffled like she was going to start crying again.

I put a hand on her shoulder. "They'll be okay. We'll find them and they'll be okay." I got up and I held a hand out to her and she took it. She nodded slowly. I had no idea where it was coming from, but apparently, of the two of us, I was going to be the brave one. Go figure.

"So what do we..." Meredith started, I assume to say "what do we do now?" but then somebody started screaming. Just screaming. Really loudly.

"I guess we follow that." The noise was coming from somewhere to the east, so we went that way. Meredith leaned on my shoulder and sort of hopped along, but we weren't getting anywhere fast, especially not in sneakers that were intended to be worn indoors, not out in the middle of a wet, leafy forest.

"We have got to get you a crutch or something," I grumbled as we hobbled along. Whoever was screaming kept on screaming like they were being murdered. Or like they were dying. Which, horrifyingly, was entirely possible.

Meredith just nodded. She looked towards the screaming and all the color drained from her face. The closer we got, the better we were able to hear it. I thought it sounded like a woman was screaming, but it was hard to tell.

"Cristina?" I asked.

She gulped. "Cristina."

I couldn't muster up enough courage to say that it wasn't because maybe it was but I hoped it wasn't. Everybody knew how close Meredith and Cristina were. If it was Cristina and she was the one screaming like that...

As we got closer to the noise, we could see a clearing with a gigantic tree - I have no idea about trees, all I know is it was big and leafy - in the middle of it. Then the screaming stopped. And I'm almost certain that next to me, Meredith stopped breathing. There was a plane seat, and someone in it, caught in the big branches of the huge tree.

We stopped walking and for a second, I wasn't sure what to do. I looked over at her and she looked more terrified than I'd ever seen her. Her skin, which was pretty pale in the first place, was roughly about the color of paper. Her lips were pursed together so tightly they almost weren't pink anymore. So I did the only thing I could think of. I walked a few feet deeper into the forest, found a big, heavy stick and handed it to her. She was so stunned that she didn't seem to know what exactly I was handing her a stick for. I propped it under her arm and all she did was nod. "Stay here," I said softly. Again, she just nodded.

I crept forward, terrified. As I got closer, I breathed a sigh of relief. The person in the seat wasn't anyone I knew. I could vaguely remember that she was the stewardess, but that was about it. I felt horrible. I knew this woman must have had friends, family, pets maybe even. She had people that loved her. She had people who would be torn apart by this having happened to her. But... she wasn't anyone I knew. And right now, that beat out any feelings of sadness I had for this woman. "I'm sorry." I said aloud. I don't really know if I was saying it to her, the woman whose name I would probably never know, but I said it anyway. I walked closer to the tree to get a better look but a voice, Dr. Robbins I think, called out from somewhere behind the tree, "Hello?"

"Dr. Robbins? It's Lexie Grey. Are you alright?"

She walked out from behind the large tree and immediately smiled at me. "I'm fine. I'll be covered in bruises, but no more than Karev is going to be when we get back and I kick his ass."

I couldn't help but laugh at that. "Good idea. Maybe I'll help you with that."

She smiled, then frowned. She looked towards the tree and very soberly she said, "She's dead."

I looked at the previously screaming woman and felt even worse for my previous thoughts. "Oh."

Dr. Robbins wiped a hand across her forehead and said, "Have you found anyone else?"

Oh, crap. Meredith. She was still standing back there. Still thinking the person in the tree was probably Cristina.

Without answering, I turned and ran.

Dr. Robbins followed, yelling, "Hey! Hey! Have you found anyone else? Hey!" I didn't pay much attention. She was following, she'd see soon enough.

Finally, I reached where I'd left Meredith. It was a lot further back than I'd remembered. But she wasn't there. I was sure this was where I'd left her and now she was gone. I shook my head. No. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. This was not allowed to happen. She was not allowed to be lost. Not now. Not after I'd only just found her.

"Help!"

I spun around in circles, searching for where the sound had come from. That had been her, hadn't it?

"Oh, come on!" Dr. Robbins grabbed my arm and started dragging me through the forest. We crashed through the bushes at an alarming rate and seconds later found not just Meredith, but Cristina as well.

Cristina was slumped against a tree and Meredith was kneeling next to her. "Cristina, Cristina! I know you can hear me. Get up."

Dr. Robbins dropped my hand and moved in closer. I just stood there. Cristina looked... funny. Not injured, just... odd. She had her eyes forcefully shut tight and she had her arms crossed tightly across her chest, like she was having to hold herself together.

"Cristina! Cristina! Stop messing around." Meredith was starting to get panicky again.

"Grey!" I snapped to attention, but felt silly a second later when I realized Dr. Robbins meant Meredith, not me. "Calm down. Look at her. She's fine. Right, Cristina?"

Cristina didn't say anything. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter and squished up her face and didn't say anything.

Dr. Robbins elbowed Meredith out of the way and took a closer look at Cristina. "You know," she said in a very forcefully calm tone, "Dr. Yang, this would be a lot easier if you'd just open your eyes and talk to us." Dr. Robbins started poking and prodding at Cristina, checking her for injuries.

"She's fine! She's just faking because she doesn't want to deal with anything. Aren't you?" Meredith was screaming now. It was like the more people we found, the more she freaked out.

Which, when I stopped to think about it, made sense since we still hadn't found the one person I know she wanted to find more than anybody else. Derek.

I carefully, slowly walked towards her. "It's okay, Mer. It's okay. We'll find him. Okay? We'll find him. It'll be okay."

She didn't say anything so I put a hand on her shoulder. She reached up and squeezed it.

"It'll all be okay," I said again, this time trying to comfort not just her, but myself. We hadn't found Mark yet either. I'd been trying really hard not to think about that, not to let all the horrible, awful possible scenarios pass through my head. And it wasn't because he had been staring at me on the plane. I'd been trying not to think about that either, but really, I didn't care. So long as he was alive. That was all that mattered. If he was alive he could marry Julia, he could have babies with her, he could move away and never see me again. I could handle that. I'd hate it and I'd cry and probably gain ten pounds from eating nothing but junk food and doing nothing but sitting on my ass all day, watching sappy movies. But I'd survive. If he was dead, if he was dead I don't think I'd ever be okay. Not really. He wasn't allowed to be dead. It wasn't okay.

"It doesn't matter," Cristina said in a very matter-of-fact sort of way. "It doesn't matter because this is all a dream. I'm going to wake up and I'm going to find my jackass of a husband and I'm going to kiss him and tell him that I'm staying."

"Wait, what?" Meredith made a face. Of course she did. We were in the middle of nowhere, we hadn't found Derek or Mark yet, or the pilot, and that caught her attention.

That was pretty much Cristina's response. "What?" She got to her feet, unintentionally knocking over Dr. Robbins, and stalked over to Meredith. "We don't know where we are, there's no food and we've been stuck here for hours and that's what you're concerned about?"

"Hours?" The rest of us pretty much all said the same thing at the same time. I didn't know about anyone else, but I hadn't woken up all that long ago. It hadn't really occurred to me that there could have been a long period of time between when the plane crashed and when I had woken up.

"Yes, hours. I searched for you for hours." I couldn't help but notice how when Cristina said 'you' she pointedly meant Meredith. And probably only Meredith.

"Oh," Meredith said softy. She ducked her head, looking away from Cristina.

"Uh-huh." Cristina smiled smugly.

"Well, now that we're done with that," said Dr. Robbins in that same forced calm tone, "How about we go and find the others?"

A/N: You know, writing this I realized that I don't think Lexie and Arizona have ever had many scenes together.

And here's a teaser for the next chapter!

He closed his eyes for a moment and I panicked all over again. I was about to start screaming when he opened them. "Lexie," he said again.

"What? What? Anything, just..." I gulped, trying to remember that breathing was a thing I should keep doing. "What?"

"I'm not going to marry anyone else, okay?"

What? "Whatever, okay? Just don't talk. Just..." I looked over at Derek and opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I just stared at him. And he stared back. We both knew that there wasn't anything we could do.