Author's Note:

So, here's chapter 3 of the story!

I hope you all enjoyed reading chapter 2 and although I got 50% less reviews I hope you all still enjoy the story!

This chapter is mostly just a fluffy fill-up chapter for what is coming but I hope you will all enjoy it. I also tried to squeeze in a sweet, somewhat romantic scene, so I hope you will all like it!

This chapter is also a bit on the short side but I promise you guys that the next ones will be longer!

Also, reviewers, thank you so much for your support! Really appreciate it! Keep up the good work! You really make my efforts count!

One last thing: Every morning when I grab my IPod and check my mail, I see that someone else has put this story on their favorite list and I really like that! So, thank you for that! And as you all know, REVIEWS are very much welcome! I got 5 of them for chapter 2 and 10 for the first one so I would love to know if you guys are still interested in this story. I really love to write for this one and has big plans for it so if you think that the story has gotten boring or something I can reassure you that more is going to happen ;) the first one you will see in this chapter! It won't be all angst and hurt like the cliffhanger in the first chapter with Derek trapped under the piece of plane, but a little less angst and hurt and a little more.. friendly let's say

So, readers, please leave me a review with your thoughts and or suggestions on this chapter and I try to update soon! The more reviews the sooner the update of course :p

And as always, a special thanks to my beta: tayababy, who really helps me improve my writing! Thank you so much!

Enjoy!

Warm regards,

Isabel

Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy or its characters. I'm just borrowing them for my own fun.

Chapter 3: Written in eternity

"I'II call immediately. Thank you Doctor Sheehan," he replied and hang up.

"This isn't happening. This can't be happening!" He said to himself and held his head in his hands.

"Cristina..." He cried as his thoughts went to his wife. He loved her so much and he needed another chance to make it all okay. He prayed to God that his wife and his friends were all okay. He couldn't lose everything again, not when he had just rebuild it…

8 hours. It had been 8 hours since the plane crashed and those 8 hours changed everything. Lexie was hurt, Derek was hurt, Arizona was hurt. They all hurt. They all wanted to go home and return to their every daily lives, to their loved ones who probably didn't even know about their current situation. If they could just close their eyes and be home. Home….

"Are you comfortable?" Meredith asked Derek as she and Mark had laid him down in the plane wreckage, where it was still somewhat warm and where they were shielded from the rain.

"Yeah…" he replied, although he knew he would be nowhere as near as comfortable as in a bed. They just had to deal with it and hope for the best. They still didn't know if help was on the way, but they all knew that they wouldn't survive another day out here.

The night was just setting in as the sky became darker. The clouds were slowly covering the sun and they all knew that it would be a tough night. Their injuries were severe and Derek knew himself that he wouldn't be able to survive another night out here. His chest was aching and with every breath he took it felt like someone was stabbing him with a knife. With his chest pain so present he barely felt the pain radiating from his hand and ankle and he closed his eyes, trying to block out the pain that was making him nauseous.

"Derek, if you feel like you're getting worse, you say it immediately okay?" Meredith looked at him sternly.

"I... will," he flashed a small smile, trying to take away some of the tension that hung in the air like a big cloud.

"I mean it Derek."

"I know…" he replied, leaving out the smile this time to let his wife know that he was serious. Ever since he got shot she became more worried around him. When he wasn't feeling well and stayed at home, she called in every hour to make sure he was still breathing and he felt guilty for that. If he hadn't been shot, she wouldn't be that protective of him and she would be able to just go out with her friends instead of staying at home with him.

"Is... Lexie… alright?" he asked, concerned about his sister-in-law.

"Yes, Mark stabilized her pelvis and she doesn't have any other injuries as far as we could see," she smiled.

"Good," Derek breathed. "That's… good," he flashed her another small smile.

"I love you Derek, don't ever forget that," she said suddenly, another tear leaking from her eyes.

"I won't Mer. I… love... you... so... so... much," he smiled. Tears glistened in his eyes; he knew that there was a good possibility that he wouldn't make it out of there alive. He lifted his good hand and brought it to his wife's face, wiping away her tears.

She smiled at him and planted a kiss on his soft, strong surgeon's hand. "Help will come, Derek," she said as if she had just read his mind. "Help will come."

"Doctor Hunt, is it true?" Bailey demanded as she walked towards him. She had heard rumors in the hallways but had to hear it for herself in order to believe it.

"Unfortunately, yes," he sighed and looked at Bailey, concern crossing her features. 'Not again,' she thought as images of the past few years flew through her mind. She had dealt with her former interns enough over the past few years and she couldn't believe that something happened to them again. As much as they irritated her, she loved them. She had seen them grown towards adulthood with her own eyes. She had seen her interns grow after all the tragedies they faced. She couldn't lose them now.

"Have you sent the rescues teams?"

"I have; they're preparing the helicopters as we speak and will be able to fly within a few hours. We will get them back Miranda. I promise," he laid a hand on her shoulder. Even though she was known to most as The Nazi, she loved her former interns and vice versa.

She nodded and looked Owen in the eye before turning around and walking away. She needed to do something. She needed to just not think about her interns who could possibly be dead by now…

"Arizona, you still doing okay?" Mark asked as she saw her dozing off. He felt guilty for not paying enough attention to her and he promised himself to watch out for her from now on. Callie loved her to death and he wouldn't be responsible for her wife's death.

"Yeah…" she breathed, not giving him anything to respond on.

"You tell me if you feel like you're getting worse okay?"

"Yeah…" She breathed again before finally allowing herself to close her eyes. She welcomed the sleep as images of Callie appeared in her mind. No crashed plane, no panic, no one hurt…

Mark turned around to face Lexie as Arizona had closed her eyes. "Hey beautiful," Mark smiled, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Hey…" she giggled softly as she smiled warmly at Mark. Oh God, she loved that man so much.

"You still doing okay Lex?" he asked her, even though he had asked the same question only 10 minutes ago.

"Yeah," she smiled. "Come, lie next to me."

"But... your pelvis..." he hesitated. "I don't know if-"

"Ah, come on Markie. Don't be shy now," She giggled softly as she looked at Mark's shocked face.

"You... you sure?"

"Positive." She smiled as she saw Mark's face lit up immediately.

He grabbed his blanket and draped it over himself and Lexie before scooting closer, transferring some of his body heat to her. Oh, it felt so good to finally be next to her again. He had missed it so much and this felt like the final piece that would make the puzzle complete again. In that moment he forgot all about what happened to them today. It were just the two of them again, safe and sound in each other's arms.

"Mark, do you think Derek will be okay?" she asked suddenly as she turned her head and saw Meredith stroking Derek's hair softly. He looked so pale and defeated. The sight brought tears to her eyes and she sniffled as she thought back to the time when Derek first came home from the hospital after he had been shot. It was the same sight and she closed her eyes in pain before slowly turning around to face Mark.

"What?" he asked, confused. He had almost fallen asleep and had to take in what she had said first.

"Do you think Derek will be okay?" she repeated as she looked at him directly, tears glistening in her eyes and threatening to fall.

"Oh Lex," he sighed, wiping her tears away as they slowly ran down her cheeks. He knew Lexie and Derek had gotten close over the last couple of months and that he was like a big brother to her now; asking advice, and not only about surgeries. He had really grown like a brother to her and he understood her worries. Derek was always a health nut and seeing him so hurt now brought tears to his eyes too. They all thought he was done after the shooting; that they were all done with all the crap that life had thrown at them over the years.

"He will be okay Lex, he's Derek. He survived a bullet to the chest. He's a health nut and he won't leave Meredith alone, you know that," he stroked her cheek, flashing a small smile to reassure her that everything would be okay, that not only Derek, but all of them would make it out alive.

"I know," she laid her hand on Mark's hand which was stroking her cheek. "I love you Mark," she smiled.

"I love you too Lex, so, so much," he smiled through the tears were now running down his cheeks. "Don't ever leave me, Lex."

"I won't Mark… I won't. I promise." She smiled softly before sleep overwhelmed her and she closed her eyes, dreaming about her happily ever after with Mark she hoped she would get…

"Okay people listen up!" Owen shouted as he stood on the stairs in the lobby where the whole staff was gathered together. They all looked serious as they knew what this meant; something big...

"Okay, some of you I've already informed personally, but I want all of you to know this as this concerns you all…"he looked at the crowd in front of him, watching as the faces of his staff changed from serious to worried. "Yesterday around 4PM our head of neuro, plastics, and pediatrics, along with 3 residents took a flight to Boise for the conjoined twins surgery." He cleared his throat to control his emotions before proceeding. "This morning I received a call from Doctor Sheehan at Boise Memorial to report that they hadn't arrived. I... I made some calls and we're positive that the plane never made it to Boise." he sighed again, and took in a deep breath. "We don't know if there are any survivors, but Doctors Altman, Bailey and I are flying with the rescue teams to their last reported location. I want all of you to stay calm and do your jobs, they will need you when they get back." He was hopeful and looked at his staff; shocked and worried faces looked back at him, before they slowly turned around and prepared themselves from what was coming.

"Doctor Hunt, we're ready," Teddy announced as she threw her bag over her shoulder.

"Okay, we're going," Owen led the team over towards the elevator. When they got to the roof they saw that the helicopter was already starting his engines and the rescue workers walked up to them.

"Hi, I'm Mark Entwood, and this is my colleague, Tyler Barn," the man greeted the three doctors. Teddy and Bailey shot up immediately at the mention of Mark's name and tears prickled their eyes. They didn't even know if he was still alive. They didn't know if any of them were still alive…

"Hi, I'm Doctor Hunt and this is Doctor Altman and Doctor Bailey."

"Nice to meet you all," Entwood shook their hands. "Although the circumstances are not what we would have liked."

"No…" Owen replied sadly and looked at Bailey and Teddy who tried their best to control their emotions.

"You ready?" One of the men asked them and the three nodded before they walked over towards the helicopter and climbed inside.

"This is Peter Fitzgerald, our pilot," Mark introduced him.

They all nodded and smiled at him before positioning themselves inside and preparing for the flight. Their thoughts were on nothing other than their friends and colleagues.

"Doctor Hunt, our second helicopter is in the air as we speak, and the third will take off in 15 minutes," the pilot shouted over the noise of the helicopter.

"Good." The pilot gave them a sign that they were ready for take-off, and Tyler closed the door before the helicopter took off, in search for their friends and colleagues.

"Cristina?" Meredith whispered as she saw that her person hadn't fallen asleep yet but was staring straight ahead, deep in thought. "Cristina?" she tried again as she got no reaction. "Cristina!"

This time she did hear Meredith calling for her and she slowly turned around to see her person smiling weakly at her. She carefully stood up, trying not to wake the rest up and slowly made her way towards her person.

"Cristina, can we talk? Outside?" Meredith asked her softly and Cristina saw the worry etched on her face.

She nodded and they slowly walked outside, out of hearing reach from the rest.

"So... What's up?"

"Derek's breathing has gotten worse," Meredith said, tears prickling her eyes once again.

She fell silent, the words echoing in her head. They didn't have any oxygen with them and she knew the extent of his injuries. He wouldn't survive another night without help…

"We... we don't have any oxygen on board Mer."

"I know, I know, I just don't know what we have to do now Cristina, we don't know when or if help will come, and Derek is getting worse, I just don't know what need to do. I... I... he can't die Cristina, I love him, I need him. I can't live without him. I… I don't-"

"Mer!" Cristina tried to interrupt her ramble. "Meredith!" she shouted as she couldn't get her to listen.

"Wha- what?" she turned around and looked Cristina in the eye. Cristina looked so calm and she wished she would be able to stay so calm in such a situation, although she knew that if it were Owen, she wouldn't be able to stay so calm either.

"We will figure something out Mer, I promise, okay?"

"Okay..." she replied, but instantly put her hand on her mouth as a sudden wave of nausea hit her and she couldn't hold it inside anymore.

"What? Mer, are you okay? Do you feel dizzy?" Cristina was slightly panicked.

"I'm... I'm… fine" she said between breaths.

A lie, obviously.

"No, you're not" Cristina said. She saw that the back of her head; it was smeared with dried blood and she felt guilty for not noticing that sooner. They were all so busy with Lexie and Derek that no one had looked any further than her leg.

"Let me take a look at that wound," Cristina stepped forward.

"No, no, it's not that," Meredith replied, turning around to face Cristina.

"What then?" she frowned. She couldn't think of anything else than the obvious. It was normal to throw up after you sustained a head injury and that was obviously the case. She tried to think past the obvious and after a few seconds it suddenly hit her.

"No…" Cristina said, shocked.

"Mmm" She nodded and put her hand to her mouth again as another wave of nausea hit her and she had to throw up again.

"Oh God," Cristina threw her hands in the air. "Now, really?"

"I… I can't help it," Meredith breathed as she regained her posture.

"How far along do you think you are?"

"I don't know. 10 weeks maybe?" She questioned as Cristina began thinking.

"At Webber's party? Cristina laughed. "No, you guys did it there? Really?"

She began blushing instantly and avoided looking at Cristina's face; she knew it held a Cheshire cat grin. Meredith knew she was probably only 10 weeks along and she had already dealt a miscarriage before; she didn't want to get too attached to it as she knew the possibilities. A hostile uterus even doubled the chances and with all the stress now there was a fair chance she could lose it again. Trying not to get too attached was just lessening the pain if a miscarriage did happen again.

"So, the food poisoning you said you had 3 days ago was McBaby?" Cristina asked, tying the facts together.

Meredith nodded and a small smile appeared on her face. Even though she tried her very best not get too attached, she couldn't get around the fact that a little person was growing in her uterus and that she already loved it with whole her heart.

"Have you told Derek yet?" Cristina asked.

"No, I wanted to wait for the right time and I just found out three days ago…" Meredith smiled sadly, knowing they had to get out of there and first focus on survival. There was still a good possibility that help wouldn't come at all, that she and Derek would die out here and that Zola would be at home, all alone, parentless again. She couldn't bear the thought and Cristina saw the hurt and uncertainty in her eyes.

"Help will come Mer, I'm sure of that," Cristina reassured her. "Owen knows; he always knows when something is wrong. They will be here soon Mer, I promise."

'Another promise, another lie?' The thought ran through her head, partially unwanted, as she nodded at her person. Cristina mustered a reassuring smile before she linked her arm in Meredith's and they both walked back towards where the others were sleeping. If they could get some sleep themselves, the hours would pass easily and maybe, just maybe, help would come tomorrow and then she could carefully think about the future. A future including another addition to her McFamily…