DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN IT!
"There's a dead girl in Meredith's house!" Jo shrieked the second they were inside Alex's car. "How is that possible?"
"I don't know! I just got here!"
"This doesn't make any sense! Your dead ex is sitting in Meredith's kitchen!"
"Jo, if I could explain it, I would. But I can't. So just calm the hell down, okay?"
...
Derek sat with a sleeping Zola in his lap as he typed in on google: Person back from the dead
He hit enter and scrolled through the links that came up.
He clicked on an old article.
Woman claims to have sighted her dead husband.
After losing his life to a car accident, Ralf Williams was apparently seen alive by his wife and brother.
They had gone for a walk when they saw him in the distance.
Attempting to catch him, the two only found footprints and blood on the ground...
Derek leaned away, resting his chin against Zola's head.
"None of this is possible," he said.
...
"Patient five, I need you awake and focused. Can you feel this?"
The man above her poked her left arm and she tried to pay attention.
"No. I can't. Who are you? What's happening?"
"How about now?"
Her whole arm filled with pain. "Ahh! What'd you do? Stop it!"
Lexie awoke, gasping as she sat straight up in bed.
She looked down at her left arm, shaking it, making sure the pain wasn't there.
She stared at the scar on it. It seemed almost thicker, fresher.
"Hey Lex, how'd you sleep?" Meredith asked as Lexie walked down into the kitchen.
"Alright, thank you," Lexie mumbled, sitting down at the table.
"I made breakfast," Meredith said. "Pancakes. No eggs. I know you're allergic."
"You remembered." Lexie smiled.
"Of course I did."
"Where's Derek?"
"Upstairs with Zola."
"You know Mer, it's slowly coming back to me. Slowly but surely."
"Your memories?" Meredith questioned, sitting down next to Lexie at the table.
"Yeah. I remember people. And they called me Patient Five. I escaped. That's how I got all bloody. But most of it is still hazy, like I was on drugs or something the whole time. I just have bits and pieces. And it's so confusing. I was trapped, and then I was running."
She closed her eyes.
"I was running..."
Five turned, gasping for air, looking behind her.
She was alone, and she wanted to be grateful for that, but she couldn't remember why she had been running in the first place.
Everything in her memory was so blurry.
She found an old, crinkled newspaper on the ground and lifted it up, staring at the first page.
She read the date on it- January 18th 2014.
Her hands began to shake as the paper fell from them and hit the ground.
"Isn't it 2012?" she mumbled. "What's happening?"
She turned around in circles, feeling warm blood dripping down her skin.
"Mark," she said. "Have to find Mark."
She looked at the street signs around her, realizing she was closer to someone else.
"Meredith," she decided. "Meredith."
"And then I went to your old house. And then I realized you would be here," Lexie finished, her pancakes barely touched.
Meredith swallowed thickly. A crying sounded out through out the house.
"Eat," Meredith told her. "I'm gonna go get Bailey."
Lexie nodded. As Meredith left the kitchen, she turned to her pancakes.
She pressed her hand to her mouth and coughed heavily, feeling like her chest might fall apart.
When she removed her hand, there was a drop of blood on it.
She remembered the feeling of being under the plane, coughing up blood, waiting hopelessly.
"It's nothing," she told herself. "I'm fine."
She wiped the blood off on her pants as Meredith reentered the kitchen holding Bailey.
"I still think it's weird you named your kid Bailey," Lexie said.
"I told you to eat," Meredith responded and sat beside her.
Bailey turned his face to look at Lexie. "He looks just like you and he has Derek's eyes," Lexie whispered, a smile appearing on her face. "Can I hold him?"
"After you eat," Meredith told her.
She began to eat her pancakes when Cristina walked into the room.
"Oh goody. It wasn't a dream," she announced and went straight for the fridge.
"We've been arguing," Meredith whispered to Lexie. "She's been grumpy."
"I can hear you," Cristina snapped, turning. "And I'm not grumpy because of that Mer. I'm freaking out because your dead sister is sitting in your kitchen... and she isn't... dead!"
Lexie thought back to the blood that was on her hand a few minutes prier.
She wasn't dead.
Yet.
...
"Patient six?"
Six opened his eyes, looking up at the bright light that surrounded him, the figures that splayed shadows across him.
His vision became clearer as something was injected into the tube in his arm.
He attempted to move his arms, but his hands were strapped to the table he lay on.
"W-why are you doing this?" Six begged. "What do you want with me? Why am I here?"
The man above him didn't answer. He injected something into his arm.
Six felt his veins filling with a heat. His whole body suddenly burned.
He cried out, head back, eyes slammed shut, and tears ran down his cheeks as his heart filled with fire.
"Please!" he begged. "It hurts! Stop!"
"This is making you stronger," the man above him said. "It's necessary." The man grabbed Six's chin and yanked it back. "It's working!" he announced.
Six screamed harder as his whole body filled with pain and his vision grew dark.
A/N: So, there's your chapter! Who thinks they know who patient six is? Who thinks they know what is going on? I would love to hear your theories now that you've seen some flashbacks.
