A/N: I guess I really am excited for the Grey's finale, lol. You'll see why after you read this chapter. This idea is not so much based off of the finale so much as what happened at my school a couple of days ago. It was no where near this intense though. Hope you enjoy!


Chapter Nine: Let the Bodies Hit the Floor

Callie entered her first hour science class the next morning, hesitating a little upon seeing that beautiful blonde in the seat next to hers. She was tempted to avoid the awkwardness that was sure to exist between them by taking a seat in the back of the class. But when Arizona flashed a dimpled smile in her direction, Callie couldn't do it. So, her legs forced her to approach the blonde before sitting beside her.

"Morning, Calliope," she greeted cheerfully, "Do you still need help with that Pre Calc homework? Because I can help you before fourth hour."

Callie didn't understand why she was acting like nothing happened. Arizona was wearing a smile like she didn't crush Callie the day before. The blonde's smile wasn't enough to make Callie smile, so she just looked down her hands which were nervously drawing circles on the surface of the table, "Calliope? You okay?"

Callie couldn't believe she asked that question. Did she really think she was okay? "Yeah, I just don't feel very good," she lied, clearing her throat.

"It's about what I said yesterday, isn't it?" Arizona's smile faded quickly.

Callie didn't say anything, she just let out a sigh and continued to watch her finger movement.

"Listen," Arizona paused with a sigh, leaning over closer to Callie so she could get some eye contact, "I don't want it to be like this between us. I still like you, and I want us to be friends," she told her, and Callie finally looked into her blue eyes, "So can we do that? Can we be friends?"

Callie sighed, breaking the eye contact and looking back down to her finger, "I like you too. And if all we can be is friends then… I guess I will be okay with that."

Arizona's smile reappeared, "Okay then."


Mark didn't get as lucky as he expected last night. He didn't know that Lexie was one of those good girls who had never done a bad thing in her life, but that only made him more interested. He loved a challenge, and to his surprise… he had a lot of fun last night. Just talking and laughing and getting to know her. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her as they walked together down to the art class, she offered to walk him. She blushed, seeing his gaze on her out of the corner of her eye.

"This is my stop," Mark told her, pulling her close to him in front of the classroom door.

"I'll see you later," Lexie replied, and her smile grew wider as he leaned in. he kissed her softly on the lips and pulled away after a few moments.

Izzie and George were both in their seats watching from the classroom window out into the hall, and George tilted his head to the side, squinting his eyes to try and get a better look at the girl, "Isn't that Meredith's sister?"

Izzie nodded, not really that interested because of what Alex told her yesterday, "Yep," she simply replied.

"Huh," George paused, looking away when Mark finally entered the class to sit with the other two jocks in the back of the class, "Do you think Meredith knows?"

Izzie's mind was completely somewhere else, "Did the late bell ring yet?" She asked, staring off into space.

"Um, no."

"Good," she said, standing from her seat. Morning sickness was something she hated about being pregnant. She rushed from the classroom, feeling the waves of sickness continue to twist her stomach. But everything stopped when she seen Alex in the hall walking Addison to gym class like he did almost every morning. There was a look between them, and Addison picked up on that look.


"What was that?" Addison asked curiously after the two of them made it outside.

"What was what?" Alex played dumb.

Addison's facial expression changed into a worried one. He was hiding something, "What just happened between you and Izzie. I seen the way you two were looking at each other," she didn't sound angry as much as she did uneasy.

Alex shook his head, "That was nothing."

"Alex," Addison said in a slightly stern tone, desperately wanting the truth.

"Don't worry about it," he told her, kissing her forehead, "I'll see you later."

And with that, he left her to enter the school building again.

Izzie held her stomach, still feeling that sickness hovering around inside. But the vomit was a false alarm. Lifting her head from watching the floor as she walked, her eyes met with Alex at the end of the hall. She broke the contact almost as soon as it happened, walking more quickly to her class. Alex let out a sigh, and felt like punching a wall. He knew he wasn't going to get her to stop and talk to him. He's recently learned that when Izzie didn't want to talk; she would do anything to get out of it. So, he hung his head and walked past her without a word.

But then, before he got too far passed her, he heard her whisper, "I miss you, too."

He stopped where he was, then turned to face her. Her eyes were watering, and he just looked into them, feeling everything inside of him break down. Alex hated feeling like this. He wasn't used to feeling like this. "So… what now?" he asked.

"I don't know," Izzie whimpered, wiping the tears away from her eyes, "I don't know… but I hope you're not mad at me."

Alex's brows furrowed, and his facial expression asked the question that was kept silent.

"About the baby… I hope you're not mad that I didn't tell you."

Alex's expression softened and he shook his head, "I'm not. I've never been mad at you, Iz." They remained silent for a few moments, just looking at one another, "Well, I should get to class. I don't want to be late again," he told her, quickly turning around before she could see the dampness in his eyes.

She watched him leave, composing herself before entering her art class.


"So, Mark tells me he's dating Lexie," Derek said while leaning back in his chair, watching Meredith write the journal topic down.

"Yeah, and?" Meredith's face twisted, glancing back at Derek, "If you keep leaning back in your chair like that, you're gonna fall," she told him, continuing to write.

"Well, you know what he's gonna do to her right? He's gonna sleep with her, or try to - and you know Mark, he's always successful with that. Then he's gonna leave her," he said, like he was trying to convince her with something.

"Sounds like a personal problem to me," Meredith replied, pretending not to care.

"Meredith, she's your sister. And I know you're not fond of her, but you can't say you don't care at all."

Meredith looked at Derek with the most serious face she could muster, "I don't care at all," she said it slowly, hoping maybe it would get to his brain through all of that thick hair, and his even thicker skull.

Derek sighed, at least he tried, "Fine," he told her right before his chair slipped out from under him, ending with him hitting the floor hair and the classroom broke out into laughter, including Meredith.

"I told you not to lean back in your chair like that."

Derek looked up at her from the floor and laughed sarcastically, "Ha ha ha, help me up," a smirk forming on his face as she took his hand and helped him up from the floor.


When the bell for the end of third hour rang later that day, Meredith found Cristina in the hall. It was time she finally told Cristina what she had been putting off. Smiling, Cristina made her way to Meredith and they met in the middle of the hallway. "You look happy today," Meredith said with a faint smile.

"I actually am happy, there's nothing to be upset about," Cristina replied.

Damn it. It was even harder to tell her when she was talking like that, "Cristina," Meredith paused, letting her smile fade away completely.

"Yeah?" Cristina asked, her smile fading along with Meredith's, "What's wrong? What did he do? You want me to kick his ass?"

Meredith shook her head, "It's not about Derek," she paused, building the courage to tell her what was on her mind, "It's about Owen." And Meredith's heart began to pound upon seeing the concerned look on Cristina's face.

"Cristina," she sighed, looking right into her dark eyes, "Me and Derek saw Owen kissing Teddy at the movies Saturday."

Cristina's expression froze, and she didn't move, and she didn't speak, "Cristina… say something."

But Cristina didn't, a frown began to form on her face and she looked down to the floor, "Please, just say anything. I wanna know that you're gonna be okay."

Meredith reached out to touch her best friend's arm, but Cristina pushed it away while quickly uttering, "I'm fine," and turning away from Meredith to head to her fourth hour class.

Meredith knew Cristina wasn't fine.


In Lexie's fourth hour drama class, she sat at the back table with Izzie Stevens on the left side of her. Her eyes went to the classroom door seeing Cristina enter the room, and soon, she was sitting to the right of her. Lexie looked on either side of her at both girls who seemed to look just as depressed as she was.

"Izzie, what's wrong with you?" She asked.

"Alex," Izzie sighed, "What about you?"

"Meredith," Lexie answered, then she glanced to her right, "About about you Cristina?"

"Owen," Cristina said, laying her head down on the table, "Boys are so stupid."

"Amen," Izzie replied in a monotone.

The teacher stood from her desk with a paper in her hand, "I'll be right back, I have to go make copies of this. Don't let me come back in here and find that you all are acting like middle schoolers," she said, exiting the classroom.

At the front of the drama class sat a depressed and bipolar Junior named Ingrid Pigg. She was a girl who hated her life and everyone in the world was against her (or at least that's what she thought). She got made fun of all the time, for her name, her looks, and a number of other things. She was almost pushed over the edge, and today she came prepared for when she was pushed completely.

Ingrid stood from her chair to put a finished assignment on the teacher's desk, but then she heard the whole class behind her begin to snicker, and she felt a pit in the middle of her stomach.

"Looks like somebody forgot a tampon this morning," Cristina said outloud for the whole class to hear, chuckling to herself before the whole class began to laugh at what she said except for a respectful few.

"That was so mean, Cristina," Izzie scoffed in her direction, shaking her head.

Ingrid felt her cheeks turn red, and she quickly turned to face the class. She bite her tongue, trying to keep the humiliation and the anger held inside of her, but the more her emotions stayed bottled up, the more anger she felt, "Shut up, all of you!" But no one listened. She heard them laughing, and talking about her. They didn't know she had a way to shut them up. She swiftly made it back to her backpack and pulled a gun out of a wrapped up hoodie, then pointed it over the entire class. As soon as their eyes met with the weapon, silence filled the air instantly.

She grabbed the teacher's keys from her desk then looked the classroom door. "this chick is crazy," Cristina mumbled under her breath to Lexie next to her, and Lexie quickly looked in Cristina's direction, "Shh."

"What did you just say?" Ingrid snapped, pointing the gun directly at Cristina, and Cristina had nothing to say. The gun being pointed at her made every thought in her mind slip away, "That's what I thought. I'm not crazy… I'm not crazy," Ingrid's eye began to tear up, and she kept then gun where it was as it shook in her unsteady hand.


Meanwhile, Meredith was glaring at Teddy from across the room in her fourth hour U.S. history class. Derek was observing his girlfriend's hatred for the girl who kissed her best friend's boyfriend and just shook his head, "Meredith," he whispered to her, "Are you just gonna stare at her all hour?"

Meredith's gaze was finally broken and she looked over at Derek, "Sorry," she said, not realizing really that she was staring.

Addison turned in her desk which was in front of Derek's and sighed, "This class is my worst class. I'm so not good with dates and crap.

"Me neither," Meredith replied, shaking her head.

"I told Cristina about Teddy and Owen," Meredith said, looking back to Derek.

"Yeah? And what did she say?"

"Absolutely nothing," Meredith replied depressingly, "I'm just gonna give her some time to let that sink in, because it was a lot to take all at once like she. She loves Owen, and I bet she's going through a lot right now. Emotions and Cristina don't mix very well. Or at least, showing her emotions publicly."

Soon after that, the principal came on the intercom with an announcement that no one expected: "Teachers, please keep all of your student away from the windows and the doors. No one is to leave out into the hall, no one is to leave class period. I repeat, keep away from all of the windows and the doors - we are under lockdown."

Meredith, Derek, and Addison all looked at each other with confused expressions on there faces, along with everyone else in the classroom.

"What's going on?" Addison asked curiously.

"Meredith," Derek said with a look of shock on his face as he looked out the classroom window into the classroom across the hall, "Whatever you do, do not freak out."

"What? What's happened?" Meredith asked with furrowed brows.

"There's a kid with a gun in the drama class," he told her.

Meredith's eyes widened, "But… Cristina and Izzie have that class."

"….. And Lexie."

Meredith was sure she felt her heart leap up into her throat, and her breathing delayed. Of all the classes in this school, the shooter had to be in that one.


TO BE CONTINUED….

Hope you enjoyed that. I am planning to have Seattle Grace Hospital be apart of the story next chapter! So there will be Webber and Ellis is the story.

-Shelby.