GREY'S ANATOMY

--A BLAST FROM THE PAST--

Chapter VII
"Stories (Part 2)"

WELCOME TO CHAPTER 7 OF MY GREY'S ANATOMY FANFIC. I HOPE YOU'RE ENJOYING THIS, SERIOUSLY, AS MUCH AS I AM. PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO READ and REVIEW AFTERWARDS—AND OH MY GOD, DID YOU WATCH THE GREY'S FINALE?!?! OH MY GOD COULD IZZIE AND GEORGE REALLY DIE!!!!!!

ANYWAY, BACK TO MY FANFIC. I HOPE YOU'LL FIND THIS LATEST UPDATE NICE. THANKS FOR READING!!

SCENE 1:
Graveyard. It's Burke's funeral. The scene starts from above, an aerial view of the funeral, where there's not that many people—all dressed in black—standing over Burke's grave. A minister is doing his part while everyone, saddened and terribly horrified by the news, listens intently.

(The minister talking is inaudible to us because there's sad music rolling in the background as the camera moves to show all the different faces of the people standing in the funeral)

(It starts by showing George's face, then Lexie's, and Marc's, and Callie's)

(Then we go by right where Alex and Izzie are standing. They're holding hands and Alex is trying to keep Izzie strong, the Izzie who was hiding a big oncologist-related secret)

(Then Meredith, whose shoulder is being overtaken by Derek's arm. He takes her in his arms and brings her closer to him. There's almost tears in his eyes, but too ashamed—and too much of a man—to show them in public)

(We go right to watch Bailey who stands perpetually straight with broad shoulders and a strong face trying to hide the pain and agony of watching her colleague being sent underground)

(Next to Bailey stands the master of them all, the Chief of them all. Richard positions himself straight and wide-ranging. He's close to tearing himself apart, too. Bailey, noticing this, clutches and grips down hard to Richard's hand, forcing him to grab himself together in front of his inferiors)

(To Richard's right stands Mrs. Burke, or Ma as Preston used to call her. She doesn't have tears in her eyes, she doesn't seem heartbroken or even remotely close to being sad, actually. But everyone, every person standing beside her in that memorial service couldn't be more certain that her coax, hard-bitten, strong facial expression belied her inner, heart-broken pain that was wounded and wounded hard.)

(The minister finishes up and everyone starts getting ready to leave. Everyone hugs Mrs. Burke, tearfully and emotionally, and starts getting ready to depart)

Alex: Iz, come on.

Izzie: Be right there. (to Mer and Der) Bye, you guys.

Meredith: Bye.

(Izzie and Alex start to disappear into the graveyard, Alex holding Izzie's hands hard as Izzie looks off to a distance. Alex notices this)

Alex: What're you looking at?

Izzie: Nothing.

(They continue walking by and the camera pans around to the spot where Izzie was looking. Denny is standing nearby a tree—obviously in Izzie's hallucination)

Lexie: Bye, Meredith.

Meredith: Bye.

(Lexie, Mark and Callie all leave now)

Bailey: (grabs Richard to another place) You gonna be ok?

Richard: Let's do this.

Bailey: (approaching Meredith, Derek and George) Y'all ready to go to work? We got some people to save.

George: I thought maybe…we thought we would…maybe have the day off.

Richard: You had half of yesterday off. That's fair enough. Get ready to work.

(Richard and Bailey start to exit together, and Richard squeezes his eyes in agony)

George: Great.

Derek: George, if you need a ride, Meredith and I are going anyway.

George: No, that's okay.

Meredith: George.

George: It's really…it's fine. I like taking a cab anyway. Bye. (takes off)

(Meredith and Derek are left alone now. They trade glances)

Meredith: How're you feeling?

Derek (swallows throat): (slowly) There are no words.

(Meredith remains quiet. Quiet and silent. What could she possibly say to that? How could she possibly take her soul mate out of his misery? How do you help someone recover from something…as big as this? Her loved one, her soul mate, her future husband fixes his best friend from an accident and the next day he dies of a sudden heart failure. How often does that happen? How often can life be this much threatening, this much unfair, this much unreasonable and iniquitous?)

Meredith: Let's go. (She says at last. It was tough, but she knew she had to eventually blurt out something)

(Derek simply nods at her and the two head to Derek's car)

SCENE 2:
SGH Entrance. Izzie and Alex are entering.

Alex: It's gonna be a long day, huh?

Izzie: (sighs) Yeah.

Alex: What's wrong? You seem distorted.

Izzie: I'm still seeing Denny.

Alex: Did you…ask him why, like we planned?

Izzie: Yeah.

Alex: And?

Izzie: (looking down) I don't know. He doesn't know.

Alex: Ok. We'll figure it out. We will.

(Izzie just smiles, barely even, as he leans over and kisses her forehead)

(Alex walks in and Izzie, before following him, gives Denny—who was apparently standing behind Alex—a mean look)

(Lexie and George are entering)

Lexie: How'd you do on your test, George?

George: Better than last time. (chuckles)

Lexie: You're gonna pass this time, I'm sure of it George.

George: I was sure I was gonna pass the last time.

Lexie: George.

(George walks away, once entering, while Lexie remains in her spot.)

Mark (entering): Good morning, Dr. Grey.

Lexie: Morning, Dr. Sloan.

Mark: We have a series of trauma cases approaching, some in desperate need of prompt plastic-surgeries. Interested in scrubbing in?

Lexie: (excited) Oh my god absolutely! Thank you, thank you!

Mark: Go prep an OR.

Lexie: Oh my god thank you, thank you, thank you Dr. Sloan!

Mark: Just go.

Lexie: Ok. (rushes away)

Callie: (walking by) What, you wanna bang her too?

Mark: Why, you wanna do it first?

Callie: Alright, look. At first, I was ashamed. At first, I thought if people knew about my sexuality I would be too scared to stare them in the faces but now, you know what? I don't care. I seriously don't care what other people think of me becoming a lesbian, and I certainly don't care what you think of it.

Mark: Hey, not judgin'. Sayin' it's hot. And if you're ever interested in a threesome, you know my number.

Callie: You're sick.

Mark: And you're too scared. (walks away)

Callie: Not scared!

Richard: (walking by)Torres, why are you yelling around in my hospital like a lunatic?

Callie: Um, um…sorry, Dr. Webber.

Richard: A trauma case is approaching. Get ready for a high-school bus crash that collapsed into a river.

Callie: Yes, right away Chief. (runs off)

Bailey: (entering) I'll clear the OR schedule.

(Derek and Meredith walk in)

Derek: I'll get ready, prep someone for an OR.

Richard: No you take the day off, Shepard.

Derek: What?

Richard: Maybe it's better if you take the day off, clears your mind off of things.

Derek: I'm not gonna take the day off, Richard. My mind is perfectly stable and I'm not leaving if no-one else is.

Richard: You just lost your best friend and colleague and you seemed like a complete train-wreck to me at the funeral. Take the day off, play some golf, go fishing. Anything but surgery, Derek.

Derek: I'm not gonna go golfing on Burke's funeral.

Richard: And you're not stepping a foot in that OR either. (walks away)

Derek: (loud) And Burke was not my best friend!

Meredith: Derek, maybe the Chief is right.

Derek: Oh, so you're taking his side now?

Meredith: You need some rest. Go home, Derek. I won't be late tonight, I'll try to get out sooner. Love you. (kisses him then walks away)

Derek: Well, what the hell am I supposed to do? (sighs in distress)

SCENE 3:
Ambulance Bay outside. Richard and Callie are taking in patients from an ambulance.

ER Doctor: Jane Doe, BP's 90 over 70, hypothermia's increasing, head trauma, her bone-legs are kaput, possibly a senior.

Richard: She was on the bus-crash?

ER Doctor: No. (looks up at Richard and Callie) She was just crossing the street.

Callie: (shocked) Oh my god. Ok, I'm gonna get her to an OR immediately.

Richard: Assign a resident, Dr. Torres!

Callie: On it! (rolls the patient inside)

Richard: What else?

ER Doctor: (rolling another patient) Brad Valder, 16, BP's 80 over 60, he has a perservation. Keeps repeating the same thing over and over again, possible cause is from the bus-crash. His head collided into a rock in the river, he's got some head trauma, possible brain-injuries.

Richard: Ok, Brad? Brad, can you hear me? Brad, you're gonna be alright. Brad? Get me Sloan. Now.

Brad: I… I…

Richard: Yes, yes, you're trying to say something?

Brad: I…I want…I need a Brad Pitt face.

Richard: (confused) What?

Brad: Give me a Brad Pitt face.

(Richard gives a confused look.)

ER Doctor: Knock yourself out.

Brad: (louder now) Give me a Brad Pitt face!

ER Doctor: Oh and he gets louder.

SCENE 4:
Derek is walking outside SGH and approaching his car in the parking. Cristina is walking by in the opposite direction.

Derek: Cristina!

Cristina: (simply) Hey.

Derek: You weren't at the funeral.

Cristina: Yeah.

Derek: Did you oversleep or something?

Cristina: Yeah.

Derek: Are you…OK?

Cristina: Yeah.

Derek: Cristina?

Cristina: Yeah?

(Long Pause)

Derek: (sighs) Nothing. (continues his path to his car)

(Cristina continues her way to the entrance of SGH then stops and decides not to enter)

SCENE 5:
Trauma Room 1. Meredith and Izzie are entering, and see Bailey there with a teenage patient. The patient, Mary Wheeler, is conscious and to her right side sits her sister Page, a 25 year-old woman who is busy working on her Blueberry.

Meredith: We were paged.

Page: (stands up) Hello, doctors. Welcome to hell.

Izzie: What?

Bailey: Mary Wheeler, 16 year-old female, was on the bus crash. Her vitals are clear, blood pressure's almost stable. She's scheduled for a pulmonary bypass.

Mary: That-that sounds scary, right? I mean, that sounds scary, don't you think? Don't you think that sounds scary…all those medical words? You, with the blonde hair?

Izzie: Me?

Mary: Yeah.

Izzie: Why me?

Mary: You look like you have some scary problems you're hiding.

(Bailey and Meredith stare at Izzie)

Izzie: (chuckles) I'm not-I don't have…any… this is ridiculous.

Page: Told you. Hell. Literally.

Mary: No, you do. You can't hide it. You have to admit it. I-I can see it. I can read people, that's my thing. I'm a 16 year-old girl who can read other people's facial expressions and can tell that they're keeping a secret, if they are of course. Isn't that crazy?

Bailey: Prep the crazy girl for an OR at 2. Get her, her meds and get me the lab results ASAP.

Izzie: Yes Dr. Bailey.

Bailey: Grey, can I speak with you for a second?

Meredith: Sure.

(Bailey and Meredith walk out of the room while Izzie starts prepping Mary for some tests)

(Cut to outside the trauma room where Bailey and Meredith are talking)

Bailey: I want you to go get me the results, Grey.

Meredith: Okay.

Bailey: And hey? How's Yang?

Meredith: She's…you know, she's fine. She's Cristina. So she's fine. And it was Burke. Burke who left her at the altar. So she's fine.

Bailey: Look after her.

Meredith: She took the day off, right?

Bailey: No. She took two days off which means she's not fine. That's why I'm worried. (walks away)

(Meredith stops for a second to ponder the situation.)

(Cut back to the trauma room where Izzie is taking some blood out of Mary, the 16 year-old "psychic" while her sister Page indifferently reads a magazine)

Page: She's just faking it, you know? (Izzie looks at her.) The whole "psychic I can tell your secrets by your face" crap. She's faking it. It's post-trauma or whatever you Docs call it.

Mary: I'm not faking it, Page! And don't talk to her like that!

Page: Stop pulling crap on people, Mary. You've been doing it on me for the past 16 years but it's over now. It's done. I don't care that you almost died because a stupid bus fell down a river. Boo-hoo, how scary!

Mary: I wasn't scared! I never said I was!

Page: You just keeping making up crap like that 'cause you know you'd be socially inhibited if you don't. (walks out)

(Awkward Silence. Izzie just proceeds in taking the test)

Mary: Do you think I'm making this up?

Izzie: (looks up at her) No.

Mary: We were going really fast. In that bus. It was going, like, a hundred miles an hour or whatever… And Page was right, about that part in which I'm socially inhibited. No-one talks to me. No one knows me. I'm the girl who's lost in the hallways, the girl who doesn't know how to open her locker, the girl who you meet at high-school and you look down at, especially your kind, and you never bother to talk to. I'm that girl. Except that, for the past three years, I had someone that made me feel like the other girl, the opposite girl…the girl who looks like you. Paul was like that. He was that kind of friend, the kind who didn't care what others thought of him hanging out with someone like me, the kind who'd bring me presents and send me a Valentine card and secretly put it in my locker 'cause he knows I wouldn't get one. Yeah, he's that kind of guy.

Izzie: (smiling, thinking of George) I know that kind of guy.

Mary: (smiling to herself now) Except that, today, just hours ago, we had a fight. It was so stupid actually that I can laugh about it now. He wanted me to go with him to this rock-concert but being a socially inhibited person, of course I said I didn't want to go, didn't have any interest in going. He was mad, said some things like how my actions make me be this "loner" that I am at high-school. I replied back, we screamed stuff at each other. We were at the bus, at that time, going to school. And I told him to go to hell. That was it. Those were my last words. And then we crashed. Can you imagine it? I tell my best friend to go to hell an hour ago and now…now I see him get carried away in a body bag.

(Izzie looks out the window and sees some doctors carrying away someone in a body-bag. Obviously, Mary was seeing all this, in tears)

Mary: That's my story. I yell at my best friends for one minute and then the next, they're dead. Isn't that ridiculous? I mean, isn't that so damn ridiculously funny? (laughing, in tears and actually crying) Paul was everything I had. And now he's gone. So before you say good-night at the end of the day, tell him.

(Izzie looks up now)

Mary: Tell them all…your friends. Tell them about your cancer.

(Izzie looks totally shocked by this)

SCENE 6:
Trauma Room 2. Callie is with the 15 year-old Jane Doe who was just crossing the street by the time the bus crashed into her and pulled her off the road and into the river. Richard enters.

Richard: What happened?

Callie: She's stabilizing. Everything's clear. Her blood pressure's alleviating, which is a good sign and I just shot her 20 milligrams of adrenaline for the stress and trauma control.

Richard: ID?

Callie: We still don't know. Can you imagine though? This poor 15, 16 year-old was just crossing the street… She was just crossing the street and suddenly, out of nowhere, this bus comes smashing right into her, pulling her off her feet and throwing her feet away into the river.

Richard: Let's just say, some people make bad decisions at the wrong time.

Callie: You really think this was just a bad decision?

Richard: I'm saying, she could've looked both ways before crossing the street.

Callie: People sometimes make decisions without thinking of their consequences.

Richard: Speaking of which, how's Erica?

(Callie suddenly looks up)

Callie: (confused) What?

(Jane Doe starts coding)

Richard: Blood pressure's decreasing.

Callie: She's having a heart-attack.

Richard: Page someone, anyone!

Callie: Who?

Richard: Hahn! Page Hahn now!

SCENE 7:
Nurses' station. Erica is reading charts when Callie comes rushing in.

Callie: (without a breath) Dr. Hahn.

Erica: Dr. Torres, I don't have time to chit-chat with you—

Callie: No, this isn't the case.

Erica: --or make out with you.

(Callie is stunned.)

Callie: N-nnno. No, we have a patient in trauma room 2. Jane Doe, she's coding. We need you right now.

Erica: Fine. Finish this up for me. (hands her the charts)

Callie: Wait, what?

(Callie is left with paperwork whilst Erica rushes to trauma room 2)

SCENE 8:
Meredith is picking up some lab-work, waiting, while Derek approaches too and waits as well.

Meredith: You were supposed to take the day off. (Derek remains silent.) I don't know what to say.

Derek: Don't say anything.

Meredith: I'm not used to this.

Derek: I know.

Meredith: I don't usually go to my boyfriends' best friend's funeral.

Derek: I know.

Meredith: I don't usually have boyfriends.

Derek: (smiling) I know that too.

Meredith: So I don't know what to say.

Derek: You don't have to say it. It's there, in your eyes. Everything you want to say. I can see it. I can read it.

Meredith: Ok.

Derek: He wanted her to be happy. (Meredith looks at him, confused as to who he's talking about) Burke. He wanted her to be happy. That's why he left. That's why he left and didn't call. Because he knew she wouldn't be happy with him, she knew she was only doing it to make him happy.

Meredith: But it made her sad, that he left.

Derek: I know. But leaving is his story of it all, it's his side of this. It's why he left that matters, Meredith. To make her happy. And that's why he came back now. He wanted her to know why. He wanted to tell her his story, his side of it. And he did. He told her. And she listened. And they cried. And now he's dead.

Meredith: And now…he's dead.

Derek: And Cristina's sad.

Meredith: (nods) And Cristina's sad.

Derek: And she needs you to be with her. Go. Go be with her.

Meredith: I love you.

Derek: I love you too.

(They embrace in a passionate kiss for a few seconds then break apart. Meredith smiles and starts on her way)

Derek: He says "congratulations". (Meredith turns around to face him again) I told him we're getting married in 2 months.

Meredith: (smiles) Did you also tell him that it's ridiculous to pick a date for our wedding before even getting engaged first, and telling our friends about it?

Derek: I did. He said it's ridiculous.

(Meredith smiles then leaves)

SCENE 9:
Izzie is walking down an SGH hallway.

Izzie: I need these by 8 o'clock.

Nurse: Yes Dr. Stevens.

(Izzie continues her way. She looks both ways before entering a private room where there are many X-rays of a brain on the monitors. A middle-aged female doctor, Dr. Faye, shows up from behind a curtain)

Dr. Faye: I'm glad you came, Isobel.

Izzie: So tell me. How bad is it?

Dr. Faye: It's bad, Isobel. It's advanced.

Izzie: Diagnosis?

Dr. Faye: (takes a deep breath first) It's gliomas, stage IIB brain cancer but it's growing large enough and fast enough that it might exert substantial pressure on nearby brain structures and destroy respiratory function. You need treatment, Isobel. We must start chemotherapy and radiation if we want to fight this. So do you? Do you want to fight it, Stevens?

(Izzie is just so overwhelmed by all this, with some tears in her eyes. She can't decide just right now, just like that. She needs to tell her person first… She needs to tell her people. But how would Alex take this all in? And George? And Meredith? And Cristina?)

SCENE 10:
Meredith is sitting at home watching television when Cristina enters with a shopping-bag in her hands.

Meredith: You're here.

Cristina: I brought ice-cream.

Meredith: Ok.

Cristina: 'Cause this is what I do. This is my thing, how I try to move on and forget about Burke. I eat ice-cream. I eat ice-cream whenever I'm mad or sad or upset. Well, now I'm all three of those so I brought half a dozen packs.

Meredith: Whoa.

Cristina: Shut up.

Meredith: Ok.

Cristina: We're gonna eat 'em all then go to sleep. I don't care how fat I'll get, I definitely don't care how fat you'll get but I do care about what's in this (refers to her bag). The ice-cream.

Meredith: Ok.

(Cristina sits next to Meredith and they take their comforts in opening the ice-cream packs and eating and eating as they watch TV…)

--END—

Whoa, ok, this was kind of long, huh? Ah well I hope you liked it and you'll review it now lol.

I just wanna say that I had a whole other chap written but I erased it and re-wrote it cause it had no mention of Burke's funeral. But then a bombshell. My grandpa died and I was so furious and mad and upset at life and at EVERYONE so I wrote this the day after the funeral. Yeah, cause that's what I do when I'm upset…I write (thank God I don't eat ice-cream when I'm upset) so this chapter is the result of my anger and rage after the death of a very dear person to my life.

I hope you liked it and didn't think it was too overrated with all the emotions and stuff, esp. at the beginning. I didn't want to put this (big note) in the beginning 'cause then you might read it JUST because of what happened to my grandpa… THANK YOU SO MUCH ANYWAY. MORE UPDATES TO COME VERY SOON!

RnR plzz!

---DEDICATED TO MY GRANDFATHER---
(May He Rest In Peace)