When Addison's BlackBerry went off at three a.m., she knew right away that they had been found. Of course, there could have been numerous other reasons why someone would be calling her at three a.m.: Carolyn, for example, could be calling to check for news, and have simply forgotten about the time difference. Or it could be that there was some crisis in L.A. It didn't necessarily mean that the crash victims had been found, but Addison knew that was the case. Dead or alive, they had been found.

Despite the fact that she had left her phone on the nightstand beside her bed, she sounded as if she had just sprinted across the suite to pick it up when she answered. "Addison Montgomery." Even though she knew it was Seattle Grace calling about the crash victims, she hadn't checked the caller ID. It didn't hurt to be professional.

"Dr Montgomery, it's Owen Hunt calling. Sorry to have woken you, but we just got word from the FAA. They found them."

"Where?" Addison was already climbing out of bed, searching in the dark for clothes.
"Mount Rainier National Park. They're airlifting them here. They should be arriving in a half hour or so." Addison could hear the relief in Owen's voice, but at the same time, there she could hear the fear. They weren't out of the woods yet.

"What's their status?" Please tell me they're alive.

"Four are critical, two sustained minor injuries, and one of them is dead."

One is dead. Oh God, don't let it be Derek or Mark. "We don't know who?" Addison whispered, afraid of the answer.

"No." Owen sighed. "We'll know when they arrive."

"Okay. I'm on my way."

"You don't have to come in right now," Owen began, but Addison didn't let him finish.

"Two of my closest friends were on that plane, Dr Hunt. I'm not going to just sit here and twiddle my thumbs. You're going to need extra hands anyways."

"Fine." Owen actually sounded relieved to hear she was coming. "We'll see you in a few I suppose. Again, sorry for waking you."

"Don't be. I'm glad you did." It wasn't like Addison had been sleeping anyways. She hadn't since hearing about the crash.

"I'll let you know if we hear anything else." She could tell from his tone of voice that Owen's mind was already elsewhere, moving on to the next task.

"Thank you. I'll be over in a few minutes."

They hung up without saying good-bye. Addison dressed quickly, heart in her mouth. For the first time in her life, Addison Forbes Montgomery paid no attention to what it was she was wearing. Fashion was the last thing on her mind right now. All she could hear was Owen's voice playing like an endless loop in her head: One of them is dead. One of them is dead.

It wasn't until she was riding the elevator down to the Archfield's lobby that Addison remembered Carolyn Shepherd in New York, anxiously awaiting news regarding her sons and daughter-in-law. Addison considered waiting until she knew who had died, only to realize that once everyone arrived, it would be complete and utter chaos. Calling Carolyn Shepherd would become her last priority. Besides, even if Derek or Mark or Meredith were the one who was dead—but that wasn't going to happen. They're going to be fine.—there would still be two of them alive. There would still be people in need of mothering, and there was no one better suited for that role than Carolyn.

It was eight in the morning in New York. Carolyn would definitely be up. She probably hadn't slept since she'd found out about the crash either. Regardless, Addison had to call now. God knew when she'd have time to again.

"Hello?" The fear was painfully obvious in Carolyn's voice. She was expecting to hear that someone had died, and praying that she wouldn't.

"Carolyn? It's Addison?"

"Addie. Have you heard anything?"

"They've been found Carolyn," Addison said as calmly as she could. "They're being airlifted back to Seattle Grace as we speak."

"Oh thank God," Carolyn whispered. "I'll be on the next flight to Seattle. Do you..." she trailed off not wanting to ask outright if any of them were dead, for fear that it would be one of her boys.

"There are seven of them that have been rescued. Four are critical, two have minor injuries, and one—" Addison had to pause and take a breath; she couldn't bear to say it either. "One of them is dead."

"But you don't know who."

Addison sighed. "Believe me, I wish I did."

"Well, it might not be any of them. There were other surgeons on the plane. Not that I would wish any of them to be dead, of course." Carolyn, as always, was determined to stay optimistic.

"Yes. You're right." Addison needed to stay positive and not jump to conclusions until they had more information. "Let me know what time you arrive, okay? I'll come meet you at the airport."

"How? You don't have a car, Addie."

Damn. Addison hadn't thought about that. "I'll find a way. Just give me a call, okay?"

"All right. And you'll let me know if you—"

"Of course. You'll know as soon as I do."

"Thank you, Addison," Carolyn said softly.

"Don't mention it. Have a safe flight."

The phone conversation ended as the elevator doors opened. The lone receptionist behind the front desk—half-asleep at this time of night—gave Addison a curious look, but said nothing as she crossed the foyer and stepped out into the damp Seattle morning. It was still dark, and the rain that had been peppering the city—as usual—all day had let up, but Addison couldn't have cared less if it was poring. All she could think about was Derek and Mark. Oh God. Mark. Last she'd seen him, he'd been about to become a father, and he'd been all broken-hearted about the latest drama between him and Lexie Grey. Richard's voice echoed in her head again: Meredith, Derek, Mark, Cristina, Arizona Robbins, and Lexie Grey. Lexie Grey. Oh my God. Lexie was on the plane too.

If she was dead, Mark wasn't going to forgive himself. Addison hadn't thought that thing between him and Lexie was serious at first, but when she'd asked him to stay with her in L.A. after he and Lexie had broken up the first time, he'd said that he couldn't do it. She knew it wasn't because he didn't love her; he did, but just not nearly as much as he loved Lexie. If he survived this and she didn't, Addison would have one big mess on her hands. And she'd handle it. Hell, she'd move back to Seattle if she had to. Temporarily, of course; she loved L.A. too much to leave it permanently. If need be, she'd have some stuff sent up here so that she could stay with Mark for as long as he needed her to. She loved Jake, she really did, and she loved Sam too, but neither of them were Mark. She'd never love anyone quite the way she loved Mark. So if he needed her, she'd be here.

The hospital was dead at this time of the morning, for which Addison was glad because it meant that she could give her undivided attention to the crash victims when they came in. Specifically Mark, but she'd really only need to be there for him if Lexie was dead. If Lexie was still around, well, he wouldn't need Addison.

Not seeing anyone she knew Addison headed straight up to the helipad. She knew that the crash victims were being airlifted here, so she figured it was safe to assume that everyone would be waiting up there.

Sure enough, there was a cluster of doctors waiting on the helipad. She recognized Owen Hunt immediately, as well as Richard and Bailey, but the handful of others were strangers to her. As she got closer, she realized that Alex Karev was there, as well as that really good-looking resident who Mark had been so fond of last time she had been here. What was his name again? And there was some eager-looking read-headed resident that Addison didn't know at all.

"Any news?" Addison asked, announcing her arrival and breaking the tense silence.

All of the doctors turned to face her. Owen shook his head, his expression pained. "They should be here in a few minutes, but other than that, we don't know anything."

Suddenly, the whirring of helicopter blades pierced the night. Everyone turned and stared, as if they had all been frozen suddenly. It wasn't until the helicopter touched down, the doors opened, and the EMS jumped out that they all sprung into action.

"What have you got?" Owen yelled over the whirring of the rotor blades the same as he would any other trauma patient.

"Female, early forties, with a pulmonary embolism and bad femur fractures. She could have other internal bleeding as well," the EMS replied, as they unloaded the gurney. The patient was a blond woman, who Addison realized must be Arizona Robbins, Callie's wife. She had an oxygen mask affixed to her face, and she wasn't looking so good.

Owen nodded. "Get her downstairs and into the OR," he barked to Karev. "And page Teddy. And someone from Ortho. Preferably not Torres."

Addison wondered for a fraction of a second if Arizona Robbins was going to be okay but the worry quickly dissipated as the EMS began wheeling out the next victim. "Male, mid-forties, cardiac tamponade. Doesn't look like he's got much left in him."

Addison froze. There had only been two males on that flight to Boise: Derek and Mark. So one of them was definitely dying, and the other one could be dead.

At first, she couldn't see who it was because there were so many doctors all crowding around at once. Knowing that she wasn't technically on-duty, nor was she experienced enough in trauma or cardio to be of any real use right now, Addison took a step back and let everyone else crowd around and do their jobs. As much as she wanted to shove everyone aside and find out which of her best friends was on his deathbed, she knew that the best thing for her to do right now was to get out of the way. So it wasn't until they started to wheel him towards the elevators that she saw his face. And froze.

The man on the gurney was Mark.

Mark could hear voices. At first, he couldn't identify what they were saying or who was talking; it was all just noise. He wondered if heaven supposed to be this loud. And where was Lexie? Her voice should be the first thing he'd hear, unless she's not really dead. Fear gripped him: what if Lexie was still alive? No. That was impossible. He'd seen her die right in front of him. He'd looked for a pulse and found none. She was gone.

"We need to take him to the OR right away. He doesn't have much time left." A voice pierced through the fog: one that snapped Mark's attention into focus. Addison. What was Addison doing here? She wasn't dead, was she?

Mark wanted to open his eyes and ask Addison exactly what the hell she was doing here, but he couldn't. He felt a stab of anger. Addison wasn't supposed to be dead. She was supposed to live a long, happy life in L.A. and have lots of gorgeous babies and an equally gorgeous husband. After everything that she had been through, she deserved the best. And dying was not the best thing for her.

And where was Lexie? She was the first person, the only person that he wanted to see, and she wasn't hovering around his bedside, waiting to welcome him to the afterlife.

Did this mean that he wasn't dead? He could have sworn that he was dying in the middle of the forest. Sure, he hadn't seen the white light or whatever, but Mark didn't believe in all that 'going towards the light' shit. When you died, you died. It wasn't something graceful or beautiful, it wasn't some big party. It was death. It was the end. It wasn't supposed to be all pretty and happy.

The voices and the noise were starting to fade away again. This was it. The end was coming. Death was really coming for him this time, and, when he opened his eyes next, it would be Lexie's smiling face that would be there to greet him. They could try as hard as they wanted to save him, but he was too far gone.

The last thing he heard before everything slipped away again was Addison's voice. "Don't you dare give up on me Mark Sloan. Don't you dare."