New Chapter! I tried to make this one longer after all my very short chapters.

Meredith and Derek
Meredith and Derek held hands in the small chopper on the way to the hospital. The altitude and rocky movement made Meredith sick to her stomach so she kept her eyes shut tight.
"You okay?" Derek's dark brows wrinkled in concern. "I'm fine." Meredith mustered a smile "Just a little motion sick. Is all." Her empty stomach and dehydration probably wasn't helping. Now that she was safely heading back to Seattle, the wound in her leg turned quickly from ache to pulsating pain. "Why don't you lay down on my lap?" Derek offered, patting his legs with his good hand. Meredith had been strong for Derek out in the woods, it was his turn to step up. "No, I'm fine, it can't be that long of a helicopter ride." But as another wave of nausea and pain hit, Meredith gave up and layed her head in Derek's lap.
He draped a nearby blanket over Meredith's legs and chest. "Better?" He asked, stroking her messy blonde hair. She nodded, too sick and tired to say much more. "We'll get you some fluids when we get back to Seattle. You're looking pretty pale." Meredith gave a small "Uh Huh."
Derek was starting to get a little concerned over his wife's state. She had been running around on a leg, probably infected, with little water and food in her system. "How much longer till we land?" Derek shouted over the hum of the helicopter. "About ten minutes, Doctor Shepherd!" The pilot shouted back.
Cristina, Mark, and Jerry were taken in the first chopper while Meredith and Derek stayed behind to wait for the second copper that would retrieve Lexie. Derek tried not to look over at the body bag that held his adopted little sister. It all made it seem so much more real. Lexie, in a body bag, she was a victim now. Derek had seen plenty of body bags before, but it had been years since an emotion was tied in too. Not since his dad's death had Derek ever lost someone so close to him. Lexie may not had been his sister by blood, but she meant a whole lot to him all the same. Derek held tighter to Meredith's hand, not wanting to ever lose her too.

At The Hospital
The conference room door slammed shut with a loud thud as Alex left the room. The news of Lexie's death was hard on everyone. Jackson sat with silent tears running down his face as he patted the sobbing April on the back.
Lexie was the love of his life at one time and now she was dead. Just gone. Jackson always regretted leaving Lexie for her devotion to Mark but now he felt guilty for ever being angry at her. It wasn't Lexie's fault who she fell in love with, it was Jackson's fault for falling so hard in the first place.
April on the other hand felt no regrets, just grief. She had grown close to Lexie these last few months. Bonding over unattainable love. Lexie was the only person whom April had confided in about Jackson. And now that April had finally gotten together with Jackson, the only person she wanted to call was Lexie. Not her mom, or even one of her sisters, just Lexie.
Webber turned to the stone faced Bailey sitting beside him. "You okay?" He half expected her to yell at him or possibly hit him in the arm but instead she just shook her head. "She was the only one I didn't worry about. I know she wasn't my intern but still I tried to keep an eye out like I always do." Webber knew that Bailey was all knowing about everything and everyone in the hospital. But she also cared deeply about her former interns, hovering over them like a hawk. "She was young. Lexie had her whole future ahead of her. This can't be happening, not after George." Even though Bailey's tone was even and calm, the former chief could still pick up the subtle hints of anger in it. "It's not fair. Life never is." Was all Webber could say. He too had been fond of Little Grey. She was bright and was going to make a great addition to the hospital. He also felt badly for Meredith. His almost daughter would be losing another person she loved. Life was not kind to any of the Greys.
Callie, like Alex, left the room to be alone. She headed to do the only thing she could think of at a time like this, pray. She entered the dark hall of the hospital chapel, her footsteps echoing off the deep walls. Callie light a small candle for Lexie and kneeled down in a nearby pew. Hands folded, eyes closed, she started to pray. God, why would you do this to her? She was smart, young, just finding her way in this world. All she knew were classrooms and scalpels. Mark, Mark, never got the chance to grow old with her. Everyone in the hospital knew the love Mark and Lexie shared was deep but Callie found herself wanting Mark to fall in love with Julia more and more over these last few months. Julia was the right girl in almost every way except that she wasn't Lexie. Callie found herself wanting Julia for Mark just so that he would have a stable relationship and home for Sofia. I was selfish. I wanted him to be with Julia for my own selfish reasons. And you just took her away! Why? And George too? Neither of them deserved the violence they got! Callie was too angry to continue to pray. Usually she was so sound in her faith, but after the loss of George and Lexie nothing was the same.
"Trauma coming. Ten minutes out." Callie jumped at Owen's voice over the intercom. Even though she knew that even being present in either of Mark or Arizona's OR's were slim chances, Callie could still help operate on Derek's hand. Surgery was the thing Callie needed right now. She couldn't spend another minute thinking about Lexie, the time for grief would be later. Callie got up from the pew and sped out of the chapel towards the pit.

Arizona, Jerry, Mark, Cristina, and, of course, Tom!
Cristina stared at the grey interior of Tom's helicopter. The three left only a couple of minutes before Meredith and Derek. There was no time for goodbyes but Cristina knew nothing else bad could happen today. Lexie was already dead, nothing seemed worse except the loss of Owen. She was feeling tired and worn from the stress and exhaustion. Mark was finally in a restful sleep with the help of some painkillers, that Tom found in his first aid kit. Cristina declined the pills knowing that Lexie had gone without. Jerry and Arizona, on the other hand, had accepted and were talking animatedly to each other. Obviously the painkillers had a much different effect on the pair. Cristina sighed and tried to think about something happy. Just then Tom yelled from the front
"I've got you're Chief on the line. He's asking about you, Cristina." That perked Cristina right up. This meant that Owen might take her back! Even after all the crummy things she had said about him over the months. Now Cristina knew that Owen meant the world to her, and she would stop at nothing to get him back. "Tell him I found my shoe!" She yelled, half laughing at Tom. The pain in her shoulder, temporarily forgotten. "Yea and Jerry is doing just fine!Tell that to my wife!" Arizona joined in, playfully shoving her new friend Jerry in his seat. He didn't move because of being stabilized to the chair with duct tape but a wide smile crossed his face.

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Derek will have another breakdown on arrival at the hospital! Ideas for this are welcome! Also ideas on a funeral and more character ship!