Chapter 2

"Are they alive?"

Yale exhaled, "Well there was a flare that was set off, so at least one person is."

Owen brought a fist to his mouth as his entire body went numb.

Cristina looked up at the helicopter that was hovering above her. The a magnified voice said:

"We are lowering medical personnel and a rescue basket. Back away."

Meredith appeared as the basket was half way down. Her eyes were full of tears as she hugged Cristina. Cristina did not return her hug, she was too focused on the next steps.

As the medic hit the ground Cristina went into full doctor mode.

"There are 6 survivors. One cardiac trauma we did a pericardiocentisis about 15 hours ago. He is in bad shape. We also have an open femur fracture with probably internal injuries. The pilot has a spinal injury and has been secured using in line stabilization. We also have an open radial wrist fracture, and two walking wounded with minor injuries. One DOA."

The medic nodded, "We have room for the two critical on the chopper!"

Cristina, Meredith and the medic loaded up Mark and a barely conscious Arizona.

The medic was brought up last.

Yale finished listening to the sit rep on the radio, took off the headphones and grabbed a chair for Owen to sit in.

"Here is the deal Doc, There are 6 survivors. 2 are critical, 2 are serious, and 2 are walking wounded."

"Dr. Yang...which is she?"

Yale shook his head, "I don't know who is who, I just know the numbers. The critical patients were just loaded and are being taken to Good Samaritan Hospital just outside of the park. They are loading the second helicopter now. GSH is an hours drive from here."

Owen was already on his way out the door.

"You know how to get there doc?" Yale yelled after him.

Owen stopped and turned around, "No...I - No."

Yale reached into his pocket, "Here, take my civilian phone. There is GPS on it. Good luck...and drive safe."

Owen took the phone and smiled quickly, "Thank you," he breathed, "Thank you!"

He turned and ran out the door.

After the pilot and Derek were loaded onto the second chopper the Medic approached Cristina and Meredith.

"Ladies you can come with us on this helicopter, I am going to fit you with a harness and bring you up with the rescue line."

Meredith went first, Cristina second, and the medic third.

As the helicopter door shut, Cristina rested her head against the wall behind her and let her tears fall.

The helicopter landed on the roof of Good Samaritan and Cristina stayed where she was until the rest of the patients were off loaded. Meredith limped along Derek's gurney and gave his medical history and ran the bullet for the team attending to him.

A hand was offered to Cristina's good side as she stepped out of the chopper. A nurse in green scrubs walked with her and waited for the next elevator.

The nurse was talking to her, asking her questions, and stroking her good arm. Cristina knew that she was, but didn't respond. She couldn't. He was exhausted.

The nurse led her into an exam room and tried to get Cristina to take her arm out of her jacket.

Cristina, however had other ideas, she laid on her good shoulder, and fell fast asleep.

Owen parked his car in the ambulance bay of Good Samaritan and left the keys in the ignition as he ran into the hospital.

When he reached the front desk of the Emergency Room he struggled to speak through his ragged breaths, "I am Dr. Owen Hunt from Seattle Grace...my doctors were in a plane crash and ... and they were brought here...I need to see them."

The nurse behind the counter picked up the phone and dialed a number then spoke in a sweet voice, "OK sir if I could just ask you to have a seat-"

"No! I want you to tell me where they are! I am NOT going to have a seat!"

The nurse froze and the commotion in the ER waiting room came to a halt.

"Sir I just paged our Chief, he should be down here momentarily."

Owen sighed and nodded, "OK just, please...ask him to hurry."

The nurse picked up the phone and dialed the number again. Within two minutes there was a grey haired man walked toward him, he stopped in front of Owen and shook his hand.

"Dr. Hunt I am Dr. Spellman, please come this way."

"Doctor, do you know the names of the survivors?" Owen pleaded as he walked alongside the surgeon.

"As far as we know the pilot, two males and a female in surgery right now. We know that one of the males is Derek Shepard, who if I am not mistaken is one of the top neurosurgeons in the country."

Owen nodded, "And the others?"

"Well," Spellman continued, "Shepard has some serious damage to his left hand, his wife was brought in with him. Her injuries are minor. She is being treated in the emergency room as we speak."

"The others, sir?" Owen pleaded.

"Well, as I said the pilot-"

"Specifically Dr. Yang sir." Owen stopped walking and stared at him.

Spellman looked at the charts he was carrying, "The names I have here are, John Doe, Jane Doe, Jerry, Derek Shepard, Meredith Grey, and another Jane Doe."

Owen looked at the ceiling and back down trying to harness his temper.

Dr. Spellman realizing that this man was about to lose his cool placed a hand on his shoulder, "Come. You can help us identify them."

Their first stop was the observation room of OR 1.

"That is Dr. Arizona Robbins." Owen stated and walked out of the room.

Spellman jotted the name down on the chart and ran after him. Owen was already grabbing a mask and entering OR 2.

He squinted at the man on the table and walked out. Dr. Spellman was tying a mask onto his face as Owen walked past him and without stopping said, "That is Dr. Mark Sloan."

Owen headed for the stairwell and went into the ER. He barged into each exam room and curtain with Dr. Spellman chasing after him.

His heart was racing and tears were threatening to fall. From a distance he saw Meredith sitting in a bed crying into her hands. He stopped and sat down against the wall.

She's gone.

His breath became ragged as he stared at the floor.

Dr Spellman, who was still behind him and had witnessed his tossing of the ER, stared at him at a loss of what to say.

"Dr. Spellman," a nurse approached him, "The shoulder dislocation from the plane crash is sleeping in exam three. She won't let us treat her. Do we have her emergency contact yet?"

Owen heard the conversation and stood up slowly. If ever there were a moment of truth this was it. It was either Cristina behind that door, or it was Lexie.

He gently pushed the door to the exam room and exhaled as he allowed his tears to fall.

She was turned away from him, but he would know that black curly hair anywhere. He staggered around the bed and collapsed onto the stool near the bed.

Her eyes were closed. He wanted to touch her. He knew he had no right, but he needed this to feel real. His hand reached out and brushed her soft curls away from her face. She stirred.

Inhaling through her nose deeply, she opened her eyes slowly.

Owen let his tears fall as he smiled through them, "Hey..." his voice was shaking.

Cristina looked at the blue eyes in front of her and smiled back, "Hey."

Hope the fact that Owen wasn't on the helicopter wasn't too dissapointing! :-) sorry to those f you who were looking forward to that!

Haven't written chapter 3 yet, so if you have any input leave it in the reviews!

Thanks for reading!