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Izzie Stevens had never driven a car so fast in her life! She had been driving home from work when the news had been announced on the radio. There had been a major shooting at Seattle Grace/ Mercy West hospital! Six were confirmed dead and many more were injured! The reporter had gone on to say that the conflict had been resolved, that the shooter had committed suicide, but Izzie had hardly heard that part! Her people, her family, were in that hospital. Meredith, the sister she had never had. Cristina, her very close friend, the one who had saved her life. Dr. Bailey, her mentor, teacher and mother figure. Derek, Callie and Alex. Alex Karev, her now ex husband. The man she still loved. Izzie had only filled for divorce because she wanted closure. She was sure Alex had moved on and she didn't want to keep him from finding love again. If any one deserved love, it was Alex Karev! But now, he could be dying, as could the rest of her family, and she had left them. When things had gotten tough she had left, and when she had came back to fix things, Alex hadn't wanted them fixed. So, once again Izzie had abandoned her family.

With these sombre thoughts in mind, Izzie had turned her car around and headed in the direction of Seattle which was 3 hours away. She had left Tacoma at ten in the morning and was nearing Seattle at one when Lexie had called her. Lexie had said that Alex had been shot. That in his semi consciousness he had called for her. That he had thought that Lexie was her. That he had been asking for his ex wife in his sleep. That had almost pushed Izzie over the edge and she had fought back the tears that had been threatening to fall for hours, as she asked Lexie about the others and told her that she would be there in a few minutes.

Now, Izzie sat by Alex's bedside. She had never seen Alex this frail. He was always so strong! When she had been the one in the hospital he had been there for her.

As she grasped his hand Izzie whispered "It's ok Alex, I'm here now, Izzie's here."

"Izzie" Alex moaned, drifting in and out of consciousness

"It's alright, I'm here and I am never going to leave you again!" Izzie .said with all sincerity.

She had tried to live away, but she had missed Seattle! What she had said to Meredith had nor been true: Seattle was her home; Tacoma had just been a place where she had worked. Izzie had decided that she was moving back to Seattle, job or no job. If Alex wanted her to stay or not. Seattle was her home!

Mark Sloan felt like he had lost a lot in the last day and half. Sure he had come out of the shooting unscathed heck; he had saved Karev's life! But Mark was not an optimistic person! He wanted to feel sorry for himself and he thought he had lost a lot! First and foremost Mark had lost hope. Hope that Lexie would take him back. She was with Karev and it hurt! He had also almost lost his best friend! Nobody had thought to inform Mark that Derek had been shot until that morning, hours after the shooting! Mark had rushed to Derek's room to find Derek awake and in pain. Mark had hated watching his friend like this. His brother, the man he had betrayed too many times to count, the man who had taken him back time and time again. Mark had tried to take Derek's mind off the pain. He knew that Derek had tried to be cheerful for Meredith and the other doctors were in the room. But when it was just Mark, Derek didn't try to be strong. Mark didn't know what he was going though physically. But he did understand his friend's emotional pain.

Mark knew that his Derek was reliving his father's death, which he had witnessed at the tender age of eight! Mark knew what Derek was seeing in his minds eye, he had been there. He had seen it too! He remembered holding Derek back as they had watched the shooters leave. Safe from a hiding place. He remembered hugging a sobbing ten year old Kathleen, holding a four year old Amy, who had only wanted to come with her big brothers and sisters to see Daddy work! Mark remembered calling 911 while Amy clung to his hand as Kathleen and Derek had tried to stop the bleeding. But most of all, he remembered Mrs. Shepherd's look as the doctors had told her that she would have to make a decision, that her husband was brain dead. The look on her face as she realized that she would never see her husband again. Mark knew that whatever he was feeling, Derek was feeling it one hundred times worse. So, he had kept the conversation light. They had talked about football until Derek had fallen asleep.

But know Mark sat by Derek's bedside watching his friend's chest rise and fall. And he broke.

You're stable now, but who knows what could happen! You are going to get better. I do not want to see the look that I saw on your mother's face thirty years ago on Meredith's! He said to Derek's sleeping form, just in time for Meredith to enter the room. Meredith's thoughts were on Mother's and sisters however and she remained oblivious to what Mark had said.

"Hi" she said, "can you go to the airport and get Mrs. Shepard and the sisters for me?"

"Mrs. Shepherd, Nancy, Kathleen, Beth and Amelia are coming?" Mark asked her.

Meredith nodded. "So will you get them?"

"Sure" Mark replied happy to help. "Hey, how are you doing?"

"Fine" Meredith replied with such sadness that Mark embraced he letting her know that he understood.

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