DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN IT!
A/N: My wonderful readers, I'm thinking this will be my last story. I know I've said this before, but starting next year I will be too busy to update stories regularly.
So this story will be my way of Letting Go.
"I am done having this conversation," Meredith shouted, throwing open the bedroom door.
It hit the wall hard and baby Bailey let out a cry from the other room.
Meredith sighed in annoyance and Derek went to get the baby. When he returned, he bounced Bailey back and forth as he spoke in a whisper.
"You said we'd go to D.C."
"This is my home Derek," Meredith said. I grew up here. This is our dream house. This is where I work. I don't want to just follow you around."
"Meredith please!" Derek hissed and Bailey whimpered.
He shushed her and Meredith walked to get her pajamas. She began to change as they continued to argue. "I am done having this conversation," she spat once again, hopping into her pajama pants.
She tripped, knocking into the dresser. A picture fell over and the frame shattered. Meredith reached down to grab the picture, shaking it free of glass peices.
As Meredith stared at the picture, her anger left her.
Mark and Lexie smiled in the picture. It had been taken a few years ago, when he two were still together, before the plane.
"Mer," Derek sighed, bending down beside her. "Put the picture away."
"You think they are together up there?" Meredith asked.
As she turned to Derek he immediately nodded. "I'd like to believe so."
Meredith nodded, blinked back tears, and went to clean up the glass as Derek took Bailey to go to sleep.
...
Meredith stood in an empty hospital hallway. Something was wrong with it.
It was so dark and so... quiet.
"Hello?" Meredith called. Every room was empty. "Anybody here?"
No doctors.
No nurses.
No patients.
"Meredith!" a voice called, echoing through the hallway, bouncing off the walls.
Meredith spun in all directions, looking for the source of the voice.
"Meredith!" the voice repeated, echoing, calling, reaching for her to hear it, to find it.
Meredith turned again, looking, running don the hall.
"Meredith focus!"
She strained her head as she turned.
Two eyes bore directly into hers.
"You have to help me," Lexie whispered, voice echoing, eyes wide and afraid.
Her hand reached forwards and grasped Meredith's shoulder.
Meredith sat straight up in bed, sweating, eyes filling with tears.
"Mer, what's wrong?" Derek's voice rang out and she jumped again.
"Something's wrong with Lexie," Meredith squeaked, shaking.
...
"Lexie?" Mark said as she stepped back from Earth into heaven.
She gasped, turning to look at him.
"What the hell did you do?"
...
A/N: So... what do you guys think is wrong with Lexie/ those in heaven. I'd love to hear your opinions. Please review.