Title: A Matter of Faith

Author: Fate Believer

Pairing: M/D, B/C, some mentions of Addison and Derek

Summary: After the events of 2x17, what if Meredith hadn't been okay after the explosion? AU from that point on.

Rating: Teen to Mature.

Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy does not belong to me. It belongs to Shonda Rhimes and ABC.

Author's Notes: First of all, this is my very first GA fic. This is the second time I've had to write this chapter because my computer ate it the first time. Secondly, some of these events DID take place, as they were noted in Nurse Debbie's blog.

He shifted nervously outside the doorstep of Meredith's house. He had knocked on the door, trying to cause as little noise as possible. He knew if nothing else she would have one hell of a headache, so he didn't want to ring the doorbell and make it worse. He heard footsteps coming down the stairs and couldn't help but be disappointed when he saw Izzy coming to the door.

"Dr. Sheppard , " she sounded surprised.

"Hi Izzy. I just wanted to stop by and see how Meredith was doing... " his voice trailed off as his eyes darted around her, hoping to see Meredith somewhere.

"Actually, she's laying down right now, but I can get her for you, if you want , " Izzy replied, sounding just a little uncertain.

He hesitated for just a moment.

" Would you? I just need to see for myself she's okay , " he really hoped he sounded casual.

Izzy opened the door up wider to let him in and took off up the stairs. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him quietly. It felt odd to be standing here as a guest, when he had practically lived here for quite some time. Nothing had changed really. Everything was still in it's same place. His eyes darted nervously towards the stairs, waiting for Meredith to appear. Minutes ticked by and he started to get worried. That's when Izzy appeared at the top of the stairs. She looked upset and more importantly she looked frightened. She didn't even get the whole sentence out of her mouth before he was bounding up the stairs.

"Meredith's not waking up, " was all she said.

For the second time that day his heart had stopped. He'd all but shoved Izzy out of the way in his hurry to make it towards Meredith's room...what used to be their room. He couldn't think about that right now. He was by her side in a flash, gently shaking her.

"Meri, wake up , " he tried softly.

"I already tried that , " Izzy cried.

He ignored her and tried again.

Still nothing.

"Izzy, get on the phone. Tell Chief Webber to prep an exam room, we're on our way to the hospital , " Derek barked at her as he scooped Meredith's tiny body in his arms.

"I'm coming with you, "Izzy called after him as they both hurried down the stairs, Izzy's fingers frantically dialing the number to Seattle Grace.

He didn't argue, didn't have the energy, just merely nodded.

Izzy drove. He sat in the backseat trying frantically to get Meredith wake up. He checked her pupils. Nothing. It was at that moment he really started to get scared.

Addison Sheppard had scoured every inch of the hospital and had yet to find any sign of her husband. She had even called over to Joe's to see if he might have gone over there to have a drink. God knows she wouldn't blame him for that. After today, she needed a few drinks herself.

Never in all her career had she been in a hospital with a Code Black. A Code Black on the same floor her husband had been operating on. She loved Derek, and she understood his need to help Bailey. Surgeons were, after all, control freaks. Derek was in charge of that situation. That was his way of keeping his cool.

She had selfishly wished at that moment that it was anyone but her husband operating on Tucker.

Not to mention the fact that Burke and Grey were the ones actually in with the bomb. She had froze when she heard that the paramedic had flipped out and that somehow or other, Meredith Grey ended up being the one with her hand on the bomb. Her first thought was thanking God for the bomb not going off. Her second thought was it was Meredith with her hand on the bomb.

Addison didn't hate Meredith. She couldn't. How could you hate someone for something that they had no control over? Meredith didn't make Derek fall in love with her. From what she could see, the woman was struggling very desperately to move past what had happened. She couldn't imagine it was easy. Having to see them together at work probably didn't help. Addison didn't know if she could do it herself, had Derek chosen Meredith over her. Even now his words still came back to haunt her.

"I'm not saying this to hurt you or because I wanna leave you, because I don't. Meredith wasn't a fling. She wasn't revenge. I fell in love with her. That doesn't go away just because I decided to stay with you. "

Anyone could see that her husband wasn't over Meredith. It wasn't hard to notice. The way his eyes always found her, no matter where she was. The look of longing that he always had when stepping out of an elevator with her. Addison understood that look. She got it herself sometimes when thinking about Mark and their life back in New York. She loved her husband and she was glad they had decided to try and work it out, but sometimes it was hard. Addison had fallen in love with Mark, out of loneliness. Derek had fallen in love with Meredith. The only difference was Addison had a whole country away from Mark to get over him. Derek was still in the same building as Meredith. Still, it begged the one question that had been nagging her since that night he had confessed his feelings.

Will he ever fall out of love with her?