DISCLAIMER: i own neither the show nor the characters, This is just made for fun!

Hi! This is my first fanfic. It's a continuation of the show, Grey's Anatomy, season five finale. As I've already seen some spoilers, I know next season is not going to be as I want it to, so I decided to create my own season 6, so as to say. ¡Hope you like it! Please, leave reviews, to know what you think and what I could possibly change for the next episode. By the way, my mother language is Spanish, so I wrote this fic in Spanish, and made the translation all by myself. And considering I'm seventeen, this is not going to be perfect, but did my best, so hope you enjoy it at least :)

A Step Foward

... Silence. There was nothing else in her mind right now. Also a great relief... maybe. Everything had gone wrong a while ago. There was no coming back. That perfect world she used to live had disappeared long time ago. And she had already resigned to her misfortune. Little flames of hope had reappeared in that intense road, all of them unexpected, such as that depression that consumed her little by little. But nothing managed to outdraw her smile, her sense of humour and joy. Those were her thoughts while she entered to that elevator where, without even noticing, she had lived so many unique moments.

Some time ago, she had kissed the man that seemed to be the love of her life. The one that had never been seen like a boyfriend, for being hidden in the role of the best friend. She knew every corner of that small room thanks to having been in it countless times, sometimes in company of someone in a stretcher and even with a respirator. So many cases, so many deaths. It may seem like death could be easily understandable for someone like her. In that instant she could only remember a distant moment, the only one she denied to remember, that toured her soul apart. When, almost a year ago, she was in the same place, in prom, wearing the same clothes that she was right now.

Yes, that moment. Of hope, at first, and desesperation and heart-rending sadness at the end. She didn't have to ask why this weird dream seemed so alike to that nightmare of the past. Everything she had gone through these last months uncovered the answer. That journey, that pink dress, was her signs of death.

There weren't questions in her face; she knew what was happening and what was about to... if it hadn't happened yet. There wasn't any light to lead her way. It was just herself in a rarely empty hospital. But everything changed when the elevator doors opened and showed her a pair of deep blue eyes, staring at her constantly. She knew who they belong to. Those were shinning of joy, as they always had. Unable to help herself, her lips curved, letting a wide smile occupied her up to now stiff face. Yet, a second later every piece of the puzzle fitted.

He wasn't supposed to be here. That wasn't his moment to go. He shouldn't be there by her side while she looked over those desert halls for her ex-beyonce. However, there he was, standing opposite her, with his wide and kind smile, and his sparkling and humble eyes. That relief, that the pain will calm down, and to stop looking at the suffering and pity faces her friends have while seeing her, disappeared. She wanted to scream, ask why he was there, why he was smiling, but she couldn't move her lips. She didn't have enough strength to talk, or will to smile anymore. Slowly she examined her companion, trying to answer her doubts, but she only found more disconcerts.

She knew that man that was standing in front of her, she knew him well. However he was extraneously dressed with a blue suit and tie, while her beloved friend was never seen without his light blue uniform. And above his eyes, which were still staring at her anxiously, he showed a new hair cut, odd, clean, instead of his classic messy brown hair; and short, really short. She tried to remember life outside that nightmare and realized the reason of his strange outfit. Nevertheless there wasn't any sing of why he was waiting for her there, ready to an unfortunate destiny. It was impossible that he had left so quickly.

There was nothing to do. He hold out his hand to her and she took it, still with uncertainty in her eyes. She raised her sight to his, just to see as he nodded and encouraged her to come with him. Holding his hand, she gave a step, and then another one, letting behind the dark and empty elevator, as well as all her hopes and dreams...

xoxo

Lauren