A/N: I'm totally slacking on the Mer/Alex fluff so I promise next chapter but this one I can't have any and you'll see why but there is some chivalry so... By the way it's 2 in the morning so all my mistakes you can blame on lack of sleep.
It had been another week since the dessert party and it was getting better, but mostly the little things tended to set people off.
Meredith was standing at the nurse's station filling out a chart, when a man approached her.
"HI, is there a Miranda Bailey working today." Meredith immediately swung around taking in the man before her. He was the spitting image of the late Nazi. It took a second for new air to return to her lungs.
"Umm, may I ask who you are?"
"I'm her son, we made plans to meet about three months ago she said to come to the desk and ask for her." Again the air escaped from her lungs, taking a few seconds longer than last time to be replaced. She never mentioned having a son, especially one who was at least in his twenties.
"Uh…I'm sorry to tell you this but… your mother passed away in the plane crash a month ago."
She did the right thing…right…. right… wrong. She was surprised when his hand made contact with her face, even the nurse at the desk gasped as it did, but the most surprising thing was when her boyfriend's fist made contact with the stranger's.
"Alex!"
A/N: So this was really short but I promise that the next one will be longer than any other one I've written. Review they are cherished.
