This is my first ever Grey's Anatomy fanfiction that I'm posting. I don't know if it's any good or if I should just throw it in the bag now... I would appreciate reviews to let me know if I should continue or not. On a side note: this is about 2 to 3 months after Izzie left, Derek never became Chief, Mark and Lexie never happened(even though I love them, personally).

I do not own, nor am I associated with Grey's Anatomy in any way.

Meredith sighed as she looked around her, trying hard to focus on everything going on. It had been a long night shift followed by an even longer morning shift. She was supposed to have gone home but instead she had stuck around. Normal people would have gone home, normal people would hate a double shift but.. She was far from normal. She had been born in this hospital, had been raised in one similar to it after leaving and she had came back. This was home.

And now.. Today.. She was dying in this hospital. She groaned as once again Alex ran straight through her ghost figure, doing as someone had ordered him. She had given up on trying to grab his attention after three failed tries. Everyone was running around quickly trying to think of different ways to help. Most were just in the way, others stood quietly off to the side, waiting and watching. A few feet away and only to her eye, Denny stood in the corner waiting for her to talk.

"Meredith, we don't have all day. You know the drill." His voice was soft, familiar. At his voice, everybody else around them disappeared. There was quiet.

"What's the point in going back, Denny? Everything is a mess. Derek hates me and won't tell me why. Izzie left. Cristina and Alex are.. Well, Cristina and Alex. Lexie's going through stuff with Jackson but she's my sister and I love her so I deal. And.. And.. George." A sob tore through her throat as she stared at Denny. "Where's George? He should be here. George should be here."

"I'm right here, Mer," a voice whispered from behind her.

She turned quickly on the spot and the sob that tore through her moments ago rocked through her body again as she threw herself into his waiting arms. Her face found comfort in his neck as she squeezed her eyes shut tight and focused on nothing but him for a minute.

"Everything got so messed up, George. So, so messed up.."

"I know.. I know." He rubbed his hand in small circles on her lower back, shooting Denny a glare over his friend's head when he cleared his throat. "Mer, I know this is hard but you have to fight. It's not time to leave yet, okay? They all still need you."

"I can't, George. I can't. Please." Her voice hitched in her throat as she clung to him. "Let me stay."

"Meredith Grey, you have to go back."

This voice startled her, sending her jumping as she turned quickly on the spot to lock eyes with none other than Ellis Grey. Her heart thumped as she fisted the material of George's scrubs in her hand, not daring to let go for even a minute.

"Mommy..?" She whispered, her voice lost.

"It's important you go back, Meredith. It's not just you that it will effect if you give up now." The slightest flicker of her eyes gave away her meaning, causing the blonde's hand to move to her stomach.

"No.." Meredith shook her head, turning to George to confirm her mother's meaning. She couldn't be. She couldn't.

"Mer, just don't name her anything that Cristina suggests - she's only going to be joking and your daughter would so hate you if you did that to her." George joked lightly with her, giving her hand a quick squeeze.

"He won't take me back," Meredith murmured.

"No," George shook his head softly. "He won't but-"

"We can't tell her anymore," Denny cut in quickly, giving Meredith an apologetic smile.

"She needs to talk to Mark, though." George threw Denny a look, obviously letting him know that he wasn't about to back down.

"Mark?" Meredith frowned, her gaze being torn away from the bickering men to listen to her mother.

"Meredith, you have to go. You have to go and you have to trust us that it will be alright." Ellis told her quietly, her eyes soft.

"What if I screw it up?" Her voice was scared, on the verge of breaking.

"You won't," a different voice said to her left.

"Susan," Meredith smiled sadly as her eyes went to her. "I'm so sorry about what happened."

"It wasn't your fault, Meredith." She spoke softly, quickly. "But they're right. You have to go back. If not for yourself, go back for everyone else. Lexie still needs a big sister."

"I'll be okay?" This time she's turning to George for answers, soaking in the comfort of him.

"You'll be okay, Mer, I promise." He nodded, leaning over to brush his lips across her cheek gently. "We'll all be watching out for you. For all of you. No more getting into fights with psych patients. They always win, remember that."

"You have to run now, Meredith," Denny told her sternly. "Run and don't stop."

"Go," George whispered as he squeezed her hand and pushed her towards the stairs. "Run, Mer."

Meredith had no choice as she felt everything closing in on her, the room suddenly shrinking in on itself and trying to swallow her whole. She held her breath as her feet slapped against the floor, forcing herself to climb the stairs as quickly as she could. She hoped that everyone was right, she hoped that everything would be okay. As she reached the top of the stairs, a bright white light engulfed her and before she knew it..

She was gasping for breath as her body jolted with the shock, her senses immediately registering the pain she was in. All around her was commotion, noises and smells that were so familiar to her yet she never wanted to be near them again - not like this, at least.

"She's back!" She heard Bailey yell, with what sounded like tears in her voice. Sure enough a moment later there was something tickling the left side of her face before the voice neared her ear. "If you ever do this again, Meredith Grey, I will kick your ass from here to Alaska."

The chuckle that left her made her ribs hurt as she tried to fidget in the bed, large hands holding her still. She forced her eyes open as she heard a few people shuffle out of the room now that they knew she was stable.

"You can't quite move yet, Meredith." Mark spoke calmly from the right side of her, giving her a reassuring smile. "Callie needs to fix your right leg from when you fell cause you apparently landed on it weird and we stopped the bleeding from the cut on the other one. It was deep but Owen managed to get in there and stop it before it got too bad. It seems you tried to break your fall with your left hand and you managed to break it."

"The worst of it came from your body being so exhausted, it just didn't want to get up and go." Richard cut in as he looked at her, his emotions all over his face.

"I didn't want to come back," she whispered, her eyes jumping to Bailey. "George was there."

"Meredith.." The older woman warned, squeezing the girl's shoulder gently.

"I know it's crazy but he was. He was there with Denny and my mom and Susan…" It suddenly hit her and her good hand flew to her stomach, worry flooding her. "Is the baby okay?"

They all looked at her immediately with something close to fear in their eyes, confusion settling in Mark's first.

"You're pregnant?" He asked quietly but at her nod, he jumped up and immediately barked orders out the door for the equipment that they needed.

"How far along are you?" Bailey asked as she moved around to get Meredith more covered up.

Noticing that they had cut her scrubs off of her, she groaned quietly to herself and fought the urge to slam her palm onto her forehead.

"How many people saw me naked today? I just can't get a break. Too many people have saw me naked, Bailey." She mumbled this directly to the short woman beside her, aware of other company.

"We mostly kept everyone else out, Meredith, unless we needed them. They were more worried about you than your state of nakedness."

The blonde could tell that Bailey was holding in her laughter at Meredith's concerns, making her scrunch her face up at her and look around the room. Truth was, she didn't know how far along she was. She hadn't had sex with anyone in a while.. At least, none that she remembered. Her drunken week of fun was still a blur to her, with a few details here and there thrown in from her friends.

"Meredith, how far along are you?" This time the question came from the chief.

"I don-"

"She's probably about two and a half months," Mark's voice cut her off, causing all eyes to go to him.