Izzie

Izzie groaned quietly, her head throbbing.

"Issabelle, cricket can you hear me? Cricket!"

"Mom," Izzie groaned, slowly opening her eyes and leaning up onto her elbows.

Something cold touched her head and she found it to be an icepack. "Why am I on the kitchen floor?" Izzie asked, watching as the light above her mothers head seem to spin in circles.

"Oh cricket! You fainted! You saw the news."

And then it all came back to hr. "Mom," Izzie whispered. "Could you help me up please so I can see the TV?"

"Oh, honey that may not be the best idea-

"Mom! Please!" Izzie pleaded.

Her mom gave in and slipped one hand under one of Izzie's elbows and the other around her back, slowly lifting her up. Izzie's head spun and she swayed slightly, but she clung to her mom anyways and stared at the news.

"The plane was flying over the pacific ocean when it began to head off corse. There was a radio call from the pilot, saying that he was feeling dizzy, as well as the co-pilot, and then they stopped responding. Wer lost signal and contact of the plane. It most likely dropped over the Pacific Ocean, making it very unlikely for any survivors."

"No!" Izzie shieked.

She had heard the names that they had read. They spoke of the group of doctors from Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital.

Izzie sobbed loudly, sinking down to the floor. Her mom was frozen in place, not sure of what to do. Izzie never usually had breakdowns like this before. She was usually the strong one who kept her mom happy.

"Oh Cricket. Is there anything I can do?"

"I-I n-n-need a moment," Izzie begged.

Her mom nodded and kissed her head. "Alright sweetheart. I'll be right in the other room if you need me."

Her mom left and Izzie was left by herself on the kitchen floor with an icepack next to her.

"If you know any of the people thta were on this plane, and you would like more information, you can call the number on the screen," Izzie heard the woman saying.

Izzie looked up slowly and her hand swept across the counter, knocking the phone to the floor. She quickly dialed in the number and pressed it to her ear.

When there was finally an answer, Izzie tried to hold herself together on the phone. "My friends were on that plane!" she gasped out. "I need to know... is there any chance... they oculd sitll be... alive...


Mark

Mark was bored as hell. He just sat there with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at Lexie who was cracking up with a random couple, a few rows ahead of him.

She was so beautiful, and he couldn't have her. He screwed up the whole thing.

Now she would never love him again.

Suddenly the plane jerked forwards and Mark watched as Lexie gasped and dropped her drink onto her lap. "Crap," she hissed.

The woman sitting next to her handed her a napkin. Lexie had reached forwards to grab it but it fell out of her hand as the plane jerked forwards again.

The sign to buckle your seatbelt flashed on and Mark obeyed immidiately. He could see Lexie standing up and heading to the bathroom.

The plane bounced again and tilted forwards. Oxygen masks fell from the ceiling, but Mark could care less about putting it on when he heard a loud and shrill shriek sound through the plane.

Someone was yelling Owen's name again and again and a shrill scream sounded out, yelling, "What's happening?"

Mark clawed the seatbelt off of him and stood up, trying to keep hid balance, but the front of the plane suddenly broke off and the wind that came in caused Mark to roll backwards and hit his forehead on a seat, feeling blood drip down the side of his cheek.

"Help!" someone suddenly screamed, and as much as his head hurt, Mark forced himself to stand up and head towards that scream.

He watched Lexie trying to run back to her seat, and he slipped at that moment and rolled towards the edge of the plane.

"Mark!" Lexie shouted.

Mark slipepd backwards out of the plane and a hand caught his just before he fell off completely.

"Lexie?" Mark gasped.

Lexie was holding onto the seat next to her to keep them from falling. Lexie was clearly having a hard time though. Mark was weighed at least twice the amount that she did.

"I've got you!" Lexie forced out through clenched teeth.

Mark saw her struggling, her hand slipping from the seat. If she continued to hold onto him she would fall as well and they would both die.

"Lexie," Mark forced out.

"Don't even think about!" Lexie warned.

Mark watched her hand slipping even more from the seat, her fingertips bearly holding her up.

"I love you," Mark told her firmly. "I love you so much."

"No Mark!" Lexie cried.

Mark let go of her hand and he heard a high pitched wail as he fell. "No Mark! I love you!" Lexie cried out.

She loved him!

Mark smiled slightly to himself as he fell to his death... atleast that's what he thought.

But then some stupid trees got in the way, and Mark could feel them slicing through his skin, one branch at a time.

He cried out in pure agony, flinging his arms out to catch onto anything he possibly could. It slowed his falling slightly, but the braches continued to snap.

"Ahhhhh!" Mark cried.

Finally he caught onto a branch and it held him for a moment, but as he began to feel weaker and weaker from the loss of blood, he oculdn't help but let go, only to find that the ground was right under his feet.

He collapsed at once into a pile of blood and everything went black.

"Meredith! You're alive!" a voice gasped, pulling Mark out of the darkness.

He was so far gone, but those voices were so familiar.

The twisted sisters were still alive.

"M-M-Mere-ed-dith... c-c-ris-tina," he forced out in bearly a whisper.

They didn't hear him.

Mark slowly felt the pain returning and replacing the numbness that ran through his body. His hand slowly trailed up the tree trunk and reached for something to grab onto, in need of help.

This wasn't death just yet! This was torture!

Mark groaned lowly as he wrapped a hand around a branch sticking out of the tree and clawed his way up so he was sitting against the tree.

His head was spinning as his blood continued to leak.

"H-help," he stuttered out, still so hoarsely that it wasn't heard.

Mark had no choice but to pull himself up even further, writhing in pain, until he was on his feet. He fell back against the tree and leaned there for a moment, catching his breath.

There were murmuring through the trees, but his ears were now ringing too loud to hear it.

Mark forced himself to take a few stepd, his knees weak, until he was close to the voices. The leaves of the trees rustled around a bit as he stepped through them.

Cristina and Meredith were standing on the other side of them. Crisitna's hair was caked with dirt and a bit of blood. Meredith had blood streaming down her cheek and clinging onto Cristina to hold her up. Cristina had pone hand around Meredith, supporting her, and her other hand held a stick in it, held up in a defensive possition.

Mark could bearly stand anymore. The people in front of him turned into blurry figures. His ears rang louder, his head spinning.

His eyes slowly rolled back into his head and he collapsed down in front of the two girls.

The last thing he thought of was Lexie's face as she watched him fall. Her eyes filled with tears and pure terror and greif and... love. Her hand had been extended toward him, trying to catch him. Her hair had blown back behind her head from the wind. She had been screaming so hard that her throat must have been sore and raw feeling.

Mark's last thought was if she was still alive.

If she wasn't... then he was glad he was dying.


Lexie

As Mark fell she felt like her whole world was ending.

"No!" Lexie shrieked. "Mark I love you!" she cried.

She did love him, and now that she understood that, it was too late. He would die and never know how she felt about him.

Lexie wrapped her arms around the seat that was next to her and cried hysterically.

The plane tipped backwards and Lexie's arms released the seat and she rolled across the floor of the plane.

Something caught her arms and pulled her up into her seat. Lexie's eyes widened at the sudden movement.

Andrew strapped her seatbelt and placed her oxygen mask over he face quickly.

Natalie had her hand clasped with Andrew's in fear. Lexie would never have the chance to do that again.

"Mark," she whispered.

"I love you Nat," Andrew called to Natalie.

"I love you too," Natalie cried, and the two wrapped their arms around each other.

Lexie watched them with tears streaming down her face as the plane headed for the ground.

Suddenly there was a huge crash and everything went black.

"Lexie, help me get Natalie out of her seat!" Andrew called. "Lexie!"

Lexie flashed out of her thoughts and turned to Andrew who was attempting to pull Natalie out of her seat. Her seatbelt was stuck around her waist.

Lexie reached forwards and helped Andrew try to undo the broken seatbelt.

"You need to focus," Andrew reminded her.

"I'm sorry!" Lexie growled. "But I was just in a plane crash, and I watched the man I love fall out of the plane! So excuse me for being a bit unfocused!"

Andrew sighed. "I'm sorry," he murmrued. "Just help me get Natalie out of here."

Lexie wrapped her hands around the seatbelt and tried to pull it open. Finally after one final tug, Lexie ripped the seatbelt open and fell backwards from using so much force. Natalie sucked in a huge breath, and Lexie realized that she was right, the seatbelt wasn't really allowing her to breathe.

"You okay?" Anderew asked, sounding slightly relieved that the seatbelt was off.

"Yeah," Lexie croaked. "Thanks."

She pushed herself up and walked over to Andrew who was lifting Natalie up. "Nat," Andrtew whispered. "Can you hear me?"

Natalie let out a soft groan. Lexie opened up Natalie's eyes to look at her pupils. "It's not a concussion," Lexie said. "But just be careful with her."

Andrew swiped some blood filled hair out of Natalie's face and kissed her forehead before pulling her into his arms and carrying her towards the exit of the followed after him, her shoulder aching.

She finally realized what she had done to it. When she was trying to save Mark, it had put alot of pressure on her arm, probably dislocating it. It was back in place now, probably from when Andrew yanked her back into the seat the night before.

Finally, they exited the airplane and Lexie fell into the sand, taking in deep breaths for a moment.

There was a heavy coughing sound.

Lexie stood up quickly and ran over to Natalie who was lying down in the sand. Her shirt and ridin up slightly, and Lexie could see a red mark on her stomach, clearly from the seatbelt.

"Mhhmmmm... Andrew," Natalie sighed. "What happened?"

"We're okay," Andrew said. "There was an accident, but we are okay now."

"You're bleeding," Lexie murmured, noticing a cut on Andrew's elbow.

"So are you," Andrew shot back, motioning towards the blood dripping down Lexie's hand. Lexie looked closely and saw nail marks driven deeply into her skin that had now stopped bleeding.

Mark had been holding on pretty tightly.


Derek

"Here, let me see that," Derek said to Owen, staring at the large gash on his head.

"It's really nothing-

"Don't you dare start with me. The plane freaking crashed. It's not nithing."

Owen sighed and gave in. Derek looked at Owen's pupils and then at the gash on his head.

"It need stitches," Derek stated.

"Well how the hell am I supposed to get stitches?" Owen asked.

"I think we need to find a sewing kit," Derek responded and Owen cringed.


Alex

Alex walked over to Jackson. "Thank God! I was beginning to think I was the only survivor," Jackson said.

"Well you're not, and let's hope that there are more of us to get back to."

Jackson nodded towards the jungle. "We should look and see if we can find anyone."

Alex wobbled back and forth. Jackson caught him and helped him to the ground. "You okay man?"

"Yeah," Alex croaked. "My back is just killing me. I fell out of the plane last night, fell through a bunch of trees and landed in some water."

Alex looked down at the blood pooling at his hip. "Here," Jackson said, kneeling down. "Let me look at that."

"No," Alex fought. "I survived a gun shot wound. I htink I can survive a little cut.

Jackson poked the wound and Alex cried out loudly.

"Yeah," Jackson chuckled. "Just a cut."


A/N: I wanted so much more, but I felt that this was the best place to end the chapter. It was getting to be pretty long... longer than usual atleast.

So I have a bit of writers block so heres a few questions for you to answer.

1) Who is your favorite character/ the one you would like ot see more of in this story.

2) Is there anything that you owuld lik eto see happen in this story?

3) Is there anything that you don't like about this story?

4) Should I somehow involve George in this story?

5) I want something pretty big to happen in the next chapter. What should do you think it should be?

Please review! I have lost so many reviewers since the beginning of this story. I am warning you, I want something big to happen in the next chapter, but I haven't decided exactly what it will be yet. What do you want to see? Let me know.

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