DISCLAIMER: DON'T OWN IT!
"I can't believe he's alive," Lexie whispered as Mark finished telling her about George.
They had finally taken the chest tube out of her, deciding she was strong enough to learn about George now.
"I know," Mark said softly. "It's crazy."
"We've got to save him."
...
"Do we have some sort of plan?" Meredith asked.
"How about call the cops," Callie insisted. "This is crazy."
"But Mark and Lexie-"
"Will be our proof," Callie explained.
Derek couldn't help but nod in agreement.
Cristina, Alex, and Jo sat across from them, all now newly informed of George's existence.
Alex was silent, shaking.
Cristina's eyes were set on her hands.
"We should call Izzie," Alex suddenly blurted.
"Your ex?" Jo asked.
Alex looked up, eyes wide. "She was George's best friend. She'd want to know this."
"Not yet," Meredith spoke up. "Let's confirm this first."
"Well Mark and Lexie are upstairs. I don't know how else to confirm it," Derek cut in.
The front door opened and everyone jumped as Arizona walked in holding Sofia.
"I am losing my mind," she announced, placing her daughter down.
Sofia ran over to Zola who was sitting in the middle of the floor, playing with her dolls.
She handed one to Sofia.
"You guys are really letting Zola listen to this?" Arizona said.
"It's not like she doesn't already know," Cristina suddenly snapped. "Somebody seriously needs to sedate me before I lose my freaking mind again! I need to tell Owen!"
"Don't!" Meredith stopped her.
"I need him," Cristina responded. "We all do! He might know what to do!"
"Cristina, Owen has never been in this situation before either," Derek reminded her.
She slumped back in her seat.
"So what's the plan then?"
...
George cringed again as they injected something else into his IV.
"Who are you working for?" he asked for the umpteenth time.
"Patient two, do you ever shut up?"
"My name... is George! Ahhh!" he screamed as his veins grew hotter.
"Patient two, we are helping you."
George looked through a blurry gaze at the doctor who stood over him.
"You are hurting me!"
"You were dead!"
George fell silent at that.
Dead? What did his friends think? His family?
Where were they now?
George screamed again.
...
Mark felt chis chest throbbing as he lay in bed with Lexie.
He cringed.
"What's wrong?" Lexie asked.
"Nothing," he quickly assured, holding her to him. "Everything's great. I have you here with me."
...
"Let me get this straight," Office Finch said as Callie sat across from him in the police station. He was a big guy, rather round in the stomach, thick shoulders, very tall. He wasn't the kind of guy you'd want to mess with. "You want me to believe that there is some crazy guy bringing people back from the dead?"
"Yeah," Callie said, feeling small. "More than one guy I think. We have proof-"
"Mrs. Torres, we have better things to do with our time."
"Wait! We have proof!"
Callie pulled a picture of the smashed plane from her purse and placed it down on the desk between them.
"This was the plane my wife was in last year. It went down. You've heard of it, haven't you? Seattle Grace Mercy West doctors were in it. Two died, Lexie Grey and Mark Sloane." Callie put pictures of their corpses down on the table from the morgue. Officer Finch cringed away.
"Yes, I recognize the story. What about it?"
"They are in my friends house right now." Officer Finch made a face of disgust and Callie added, "Alive!"
...
The door to the bedroom opened up and Mark and Lexie opened their eyes, seeing a man with a police uniform standing in the doorway.
His eyes were wide, his mouth fallen open.
"Torres wasn't kidding..."
Callie stood behind him in the hallway, arms crossed over her chest.
"Callie, what are you doing?" Mark demanded, sitting up.
His body ached.
"We are getting help to find George and the others. We didn't have a choice."
Lexie squinted up at the officer.
"Yes, she was telling the truth," Lexie insisted. "I'm not supposed to be here right now.
...
"Hi. You've reached Izzie. Leave a message."
"Iz," Alex mumbled into the phone.
He paced back and forth outside of Meredith's house.
"It's me... um... it's Alex. Yeah so uh, I need to talk to you about something... something strange. I said I wouldn't call you so nobody can know, okay? Just please give me a call back when you get a chance."
He hung up, feeling his heart race in his chest.
Jo stepped outside, finding him standing in the darkness.
"You were calling her, weren't you?" Alex didn't respond. "She's not gonna answer if you call."
"Shut up," Alex snapped.
Jo sat down on the doorstep, resting her face in her hands.
"Alex," she whispered. "I love you. You can talk to me. It'll be kept between us."
Alex sighed and slowly sat down beside Jo.
"None of this makes sense."
"I know."
"She'd want to know."
"I know."
A/N: SO next chapter, the person in charge of the whole thing will be revealed. Let me know in a review who you think it is.
Also, let me know who you think the mysterious patient number one is.
They will be revealed soon.
"She always hated how she got to live and he didn't. But if he's alive..."
"What's her number?" Jo asked. "I'll call her."