Oh wow, thank you all for your wonderful reviews; I didn't expect this much feedback, especially since this is the first time I've actually written a Grey's Anatomy Story :) The narrating quotes below - which are said by Meredith in each chapter - is taken directly from the TV series, with a few edits here and there. :) Enjoy!

Pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time, pain can be managed, but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it - physically or emotionally. It hits way below the belt and doest let up. It strikes way down inside, until, with time, it recedes. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is; you can't outrun it, because it just keeps on coming.

But sometimes, maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way, as doctors. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just won't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop. Because, in the end, I feel something.

"Help!" Meredith yelled as loudly as she could, despite the immense pain she was currently enduring. Yet, all that left her lips was a pathetic excuse for a yell.

She groaned, attempting to get comfortable in her unfortunate position underneath the heavy bunk bed. Her back ached from laying on the ground for what seemed like hours, but could have only been 10 or so minutes, and she was beginning to loose feeling in her legs.

Glancing down, Meredith noticed with trepidation how much blood was gathering around her, forming a large pool. "Oh God" She whispered brokenly, fighting to keep her eyes open, and her body and brain conscious.

Taking a deep breath, the young resident gathered as much strength as she could muster, and called out for help once more.

But no one came.


It was pitch black, and she could see nothing. It seemed like an endless hole of dark abyss, and the only path to anywhere was nowhere in sight.

She reached forward, attempting to find something, anything, to touch with her bear hands. But nothing met her fingers.

A surge of panic swept through her body, and her breathing was shallower. She opened her mouth to plea for help, but no sound left her mouth. Where am I? Somebody, help me!

And it was at that moment, that wondrously frightening moment, she saw it; the bright light, only a distance away. If only she could get there, and maybe, just maybe, someone can help her.

Her feet began to move toward the light on their own, and as she approached, closer and closer, she could feel a sense of calm washing over her body slowly.

"Lexie!"

She stopped, frowning, and looked around her for the source of the noise; but she found nothing but the same dark, bottomless pit. Shrugging in dismissal, she continued on her way.

Until a painful thump hit her chest, causing her to jerk to a stop. Her hand flew up to her chest, grasping at the material of her clothing - and only then noticing that she wasn't wearing anything - and pushing forcefully against the pain in her heart. A gasp fled from her lips as the pain increased, and she allowed herself to fall into unconsciousness.


"Everybody, calm down!" Derek yelled through the chaotic yells around the bar, but to no avail. Sighing in frustration, he shared a look with Mark, only to receive a mystified shrug in return. He turned back to the crowd, noticing a few familiar faces from the hospital amongst the many that were panicking. "SHUT UP."

And just like that, silence instantly filled the air.

Grinning in accomplishment, Derek faced the crowd, whom were now giving him their undivided attention, and began to speak; "As most of you know, we just experienced one of the biggest earthquakes Seattle has seen, but I'd like you to all stay calm. I am a doctor, as well as a few others in this bar, so if anyone is hurt or injured badly, please come to me. If possible, we would be able to leave the bar, but unfortunately, the door is blocked by a mass of broken wood, so we have to wait for others to help us out. So while we wait, help each other out, or come to me if you are hurt. All doctors from Seattle Grace/Mercy West, please look around the bar for anyone injured, and inform me or Dr. Sloan immediately; it seems we are the only attending here tonight." Giving a nod to his hopeful, yet frightened audience, Derek stepped of the chair he stood on, and leaned against the cracked bar counter beside Mark, waiting for any patients.

In only a few short minutes, a large crowd had gathered around the two doctors, complaining of pains and injuries all over their bodies, while Dr. Kepner, Dr. Karev and several other interns moved around the room, searching for any immobile victims of the quake.

Derek sighed loudly as he looked around the many people, and then turned to Mark, "We're going to be stuck here for a while, so we might as well help people out, right?"

Mark nodded in agreement, and they both soon disappeared through the horde of people, answering questions and checking out their injuries.


Miranda Bailey whimpered faintly as she came to, pushing herself off the cold, cracked floor of the hospital, and looked around. People everywhere were getting off the floor, crying out for their loved ones, and even crying out in outright pain.

The Chief Resident reached forward and rubbed her sore ankle, concluding that it wasn't broken, just badly sprained. She scanned around when her eyes landed on Dr. Webber, whom leaned against the wall underneath the Surgical Board, rubbing a sore spot on his head.

Jumping to her feet, Dr. Bailey strode quickly to her boss and leaned down beside him, "Dr. Webber, are you okay? Are you hurt?" She reached forward and pushed his hand away from his head, bending close to him to examine the rapidly growing bump on his head.

"Nothing is wrong, Dr. Bailey. I just had a bad fall and hit my head. I'm fine. What I'd like to know is how you are." the Chief replied, pushing her away gently and getting to his feet. A spell of dizziness washed over his body, disappearing as quickly as it appeared.

"Just a bad sprain in my ankle." She said, holding her hands out in order to avoid another fall from her superior - despite the fact that, providing that the chief would fall, she won't be able to hold him up, and would end up flattened on the ground.

Dr. Webber's eyes scanned the room quickly, making sure his staff, patients and visitors were all okay. "Is everyone okay?" He yelled out, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room, "If you are injured, or hurt in anyway, please approach a doctor immediately. Just keep in mind that there might be some aftershocks of the earthquake. Be careful."

Everyone fell into action, going to doctors for help, asking if their friends and loved ones were okay, and even checking up on complete strangers.

"Dr. Bailey, I'd like you to go to every floor on this hospital and make sure everyone is okay. Tell the doctors to check on their patients immediately, and page all the doctors whom have left for the day. Can you do that for me?"

"Of course I can chief-" Dr. Bailey was cut off by a nurse, whom quickly approached them,

"Chief Webber, the elevators are down." Nurse Olivia said, wringing her hands nervously together. Dr. Bailey looked closely at her, and noticed her red-rimmed eyes; she must have been crying.

Chief Webber sighed in frustration, "Damn it. And I'm assuming there are people stuck in there?"

"I'm assuming as much, sir."

"Thank you for telling me, Nurse Olivia; call the fire department and tell them we need them here now; there might be some patients stuck in there." He ordered.

"Will do, sir."

Groaning at the mess this earthquake has caused, Richard Webber collapsed into the nearest chair he could find, and attempted to calm himself down. "First the shooting, now this." He mutters to Dr. Bailey, who followed him to the chairs. "We'll never have a day of peace in this hospital. Never."


Bright light met her eyes, and it looked quite inviting compared to the complete darkness that surrounded her only moments ago.

Blurred figures leaned over her body, and she could see their disfigured mouths moving, but sound couldn't reach her ears.

Groaning in pain, Lexie lifted her heavy hand up to her face and rubbed her eyes, attempting to bring back her full vision. She opened her eyes once again, and this time she could thoroughly identify the two formerly blurred people as Arizona and Callie.

"Wha-" Her voice came out as a soft whimper, so she tried again, "What happened?"

Arizona smiled kindly down at her, grabbing a hold of one of her hands tightly, "There was a big earthquake. You hit your head badly when you fell. We almost lost you there for a few minutes. Couldn't find a pulse,"

"Oh God" she moaned in pain, pushing herself to sit up on her feet. Rubbing her eyes once again, this time from the sudden tire that swept through her, she looked back at the two older women, "Are you two okay?"

"We're fine, Lexie. Are you? Do you feel any pain anywhere else? I have no doubt you have a bad concussion, so you should stay down" Callie asked, frowning in concern.

As soon as Lexie heard her voice, a rush of memories entered her mind, and she looked at Callie with worry, "Is the baby okay? Did you… is it hurt?"

Callie gave her a gentle smile and shared a look with Arizona, "The baby is perfectly fine, Lexie. I managed to sit myself on the ground as soon as the quake began, so I didn't even fall."

"Oh" Lexie sighed in relief, "Oh, that's… thats good. That's… Oh God, ow." her hand flew up to her head, clutching at a large bump tightly, as a wave of dizziness hit her hard.

"Lexie?" Both woman exclaimed loudly, leaning forward and grabbing a hold of her.

But before they could get another word in, the younger woman's eyes dropped closed, and she was out cold.


Are you okay?

- Mark

He sent the text, hoping against all hope that she was fine, that she wasn't hurt… that she was still alive; but he knew there was a chance the message wasn't even sent; the lines could be down, and he wouldn't get a reply from her for a long time.

Sitting back against his seat, Mark looked around the room and sighed; not many people were hurt, only a few bad bumps here and there, but a multitude of the individuals were worried they'd have a concussion. It took almost an hour after the earthquake to check everyone out, and calm them all down.

Mark looked across the table to find Derek fidgeting in his seat, checking his cell-phone every once and a while, waiting and hoping for his wife to call.

Looking to his left, he saw Karev doing the same thing; but they all knew his wife wouldn't call - she'd been gone for so long, and she didn't even call after the shooting incident.

Taking a sip from his beverage, Mark checked his phone for any messages but, as expected, he found none. "Damn it, come on Lexie."

"She's still in the hospital, so try calling someone there; they might know where she is" Karev told him quietly.

Mark nodded in thanks and grabbed his phone.

But before he got the chance to call Callie and ask her to check on Lexie for him, the ground began to shake once again, almost as bad as the first time.

"Aftershock!" He heard a yell from beside him, and saw Karev clutching onto the table for dear life, attempting to stay upright.

Seeing as he was about to fall off his seat, Mark quickly did the same and grabbed onto the table, watching as Derek followed his lead, and waited for the quake to end, all three of them having the same thought running through their minds;

Please let her be okay.


OKay, so I liked how I started this chapter, but toward the end, it seems a bit… choppy? I can't seem to write a good Quake scene, so please forgive me for that :) And I'm sorry if you come across any mistakes; I hurried through this chapter because I have to start with some school essays right now, and I keep on procrastinating.