I don't own anything, everything goes to Shonda Rimes.
CHAPTER 1
"A surgical residency is all about training for the worst, but as prepared as we might be, we usually don't see disaster coming. We can try to envision the worst-case scenario to foresee catastrophe, but when true disaster strikes, it often comes out of nowhere and when the worst really does happen, we find ourselves completely blindsided." -Meredith Grey
Richard Webber has been working for the Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital since he was an intern and, now he's one of the oldest surgeons in the hospital. That morning, he was listening to loud music, in his car, on his way to work. As usual, the streets of Seattle were busy. After a while, he had to stop at a red light and he took that time to look around. After he had a look around the street, he looked up to the sky and his eyes widened when he saw a plane crashing his way. He dodged in his car and the plane flew above him only to crash into a building. He had to get to the hospital as soon as possible.
Once at the hospital, Richard rushed in the calm emergency room. He saw Kepner, a colleague, and ran toward her.
"Kepner, where is everyone?" he asked rapidly.
"Anyone in particular?" answered the young woman confused.
"Well, page everyone now. A plane went down." He told her and tried to catch up to her because she just kept moving toward the nurses' desk. "A small one, but it crashed right in the middle of the city." He continued once they reached the desk.
"I didn't hear anything about that," she said and then the phone started to ring.
"There it is!" The old man said trying to take off his coat as fast as he could. The second he took off his coat, everyone's pager started to make noises. "Let's move, people!" he yelled and went to save others people lives.
Amelia Shepherd was the neurosurgeon replacing Derek Shepherd, her brother, at the head of Neurosurgery for a couple of days since he went to Washington. That morning was totally crazy, everyone was running around in the hospital. She dodged the doctors that came off the elevator and went in. When she saw who was in there and cursed herself for not taking the stairs instead of the elevator.
"Hey," Owen Hunt, her ex-boyfriend, said in a deep voice.
"Hi," Amelia said shyly.
They were facing each other when Owen started, "Amelia-"
He was interrupted, "I just don't think this – us – is a good idea. Mixing work and play."
He couldn't believe it, "Play?" He scoffed. "Play? What am I now, some screw?"
"I didn't say that," she said while having a hard time keeping eyes contact with him.
"This is more," he argued, "Amelia, you and I both know," he got closer and grabbed her by the elbows, "this is more." He was getting helpless and wanted to make her understand that they could still be together so he shook her lightly.
"I don't have any more to give." She close to yelled and got out of his grip. He looked at her with confused and sad eyes for a while. Then, they just stopped looking at each other. "I'm not trying to hurt you," she finally said failing to look at him in eyes.
"I'm not hurt," he answered coldly looking up to the roof of the elevator. "I get it," he chuckles slightly and looked down, "and… I'm done," he nodded trying to convince himself of was he was saying. They were both defeated.
"Owen," Amelia said in a sad voice.
"You don't want real. You want the-," he scoffed, "the play. You want the high. You want the rush and I'm not doing that. I'm not interested, so I'm done. Amelia… I've had enough," he told her that without even looking at her once and when the doors opened, he got out. She stayed there looking at him giving orders, since he was the chief of trauma surgery, in the filled emergency room. It was a crazy day.
On the other side of the hospital, Meredith Grey, an attending in general surgery, was on the hospital's bridge trying to reach her husband, Derek Shepherd. She called him but it went straight to voicemail.
"Hey. So, I just got off the phone with the white house, and apparently you missed your meeting. I don't know what's going on, but you probably owe them a phone call. I think-" she had to stop her message there because four interns came running on the bridge. On their way, they shoved her a little and she screamed back at them, "Hey! Slow down! What's your problem?" she replaced some brown hairs that had fallen on her face and looked at them seriously.
"Sorry. There was a plane crash," one of them explained her was now running fast to get back with the others. She couldn't believe it, a plane crash. The last time that a plane had crashed, she lost her sister and one of her friend, but they weren't the only one on that plane, her best friend, her husband, her friend –who had lost her leg because of that accident -, the pilot and herself. They had been stuck in the woods for four days.
When she realised that she was standing in the middle of the bridge lost in her thought, she ran the same way the intern just did not long ago.
Stephanie Edwards and her best friend, Jo Wilson, both surgical residents, were rushing in the hallway to get the best cases they could work on.
"This is going to be so good. We are probably looking at piles of crush injuries, burns," Stephanie said a little too much enthusiastic for the situation.
"Compound fractures," Jo added as fascinated as her friend.
"If we're lucky," the other added.
Then Miranda Bailey, chief of general surgery, came rushing between them, "Move it or lose it, ladies!" Then they all ran faster to get there first.