My take on the end of series 8. I was very unhappy with it, so I'm doing my own version. Only my second attempt at Grey's fanfiction so I hope its okay.

Mark groaned. He was just coming to, the fresh air blowing across his face. The last thing he remembered was the engines of the plane failing and the whole thing coming down around them while people screamed. Eventually, after long seconds of reliving that, he opened his eyes. He found himself staring at the sky and he did a mental inventory. Everything seemed okay. Both arms and legs were still attached, and he only had a minor pain in his chest. Probably when he hit the side of the plane, he thought to himself. Sitting up he thought he could hear someone in the distance screaming. Then he realised his ears were ringing and whoever it was wasn't that far away. Shakily he found his feet and saw that twenty yards away Cristina was doing the same thing.

"Are you okay?" he called to her.

"I think so," she said. "You?"

"Maybe, I don't know."

"Have you seen Mer?"

"No, I've only just come around," Mark replied. "Where is everyone?"

"Arizona's screaming," Cristina replied unhelpfully.

"Lexie? Derek?"

"I don't know," Cristina said. "Oh shut up!" she shouted at Arizona, who quickly did, tears still rolling down her face. Arizona's leg looked like it was trapped by the body of the plane, but otherwise she seemed unhurt "Have you seen anyone else?"

"No," Arizona said, shaking her head. "Wait, listen." They all did and heard a metal banging. They all looked at each other. "Go," Arizona said. "I'll be fine." Mark and Cristina followed the noise at least two hundred yards to the rest of the debris. Someone was banging against the side of the plane. They both ran to whoever was trapped.

"Oh Mer," Cristina said sadly as she crouched down to see her friends bloody face in the small gap between the earth and the remnants of the plane.

"Hi," she said in a breathless voice.

"God, you always have to be the centre of attention don't you?" Cristina said with a smile. "What hurts?"

"My legs," Meredith said. "I think they're both broken. My arm… I can't feel it at all. Breathing is a bit difficult. Derek?"

"We don't know," Mark said. "We haven't found him yet. Or Lexie."

"Well go find them!" Meredith said instantly. She struggled to move to do it herself but then seemed to remember that she was trapped. "I need to know they're okay. Go find them Mark. Please."

He looked at Cristina who nodded. "We'll be fine."

"I'll be back when I've found them," Mark said. They both nodded. Mark moved away, looking desperately through the wreckage for the two people who were still missing.

"Lexie! Derek!"

"…Here…" Mark turned on the spot and ran back the way he'd come. Laying with her arm trapped under the wreckage was Lexie.

"Hi," he said with a smile, crouching down to her level.

"You took your time," she said with slightly heavy breathing.

"How you doing?"

"My hand," Lexie said. "My right hand I don't think its there any more. I can't feel… anything below the elbow."

"Right. What about everything else?" Mark asked quickly. "Anything else hurt?"

"No. Just my arm. My hand," she said. "How does it look?" Mark stroked her hair and smiled at her before moving to see. Her arm was trapped under a random beam of metal but as he looked around he saw twenty feet away a amputated hand lying on the leaves. He froze as he looked at it, and instinctively knew it belonged to her.

"You look okay," he lied. "You're going to be fine."

"Really?" she breathed, her hazel eyes boring into his.

"Yeah," he said, still smiling at her. He reached for her free hand and squeezed it gently.

"Oh. That bad?"

"No," he said. "I just wanted to hold your hand."

"Hows… everyone else?"

"We're all okay," he said quickly. "Listen, I need to get back to the body of the plane. I want the first aid kit, and I need to get fluids into you. We need to keep you hydrated so you stay awake and alert. Can you hold on for me? I'll be back as soon as I can be."

"O… Okay," she said, a small smile on her face. "Come back though. Please."

"Of course I will," Mark said confidently. Without thinking about it too much he gently kissed her lips.

"What was that for?" she asked happily, even in the dire circumstances.

"Just because," he said with the usual Mark Sloan charm and smile. "Do not fall asleep, I'll be right back."

"Okay." Mark squeezed her hand tightly before letting go and running full pelt back to the main part of the wreckage.

Worth Continuing?