Disclaimer: DON'T OWN IT!
First message:
"Um hey Zola, it's Vannah... I don't know what happened, but I'm freaking concerned. I haven't heard from you in like two days. You just disappeared. I'm worried about all the work you've been missing. But most of all, I'm just worried that something bad has happened to you. Please give me a call back when you a get a chance. Okay um... bye."
Next message:
"Hey Zola. It's Ryan. I'm not really sure what happened earlier. Is everything okay? Um... call me back if you can. Or don't... whatever you are comfortable with. Okay..."
End of messages.
Zola shut her phone, placing it on the bed next to her. It was low on battery, but she didn't feel like getting up to charge it.
"You were supposed to be heading back," a voice said from the doorway and Zola looked up, surprised to see Alex there.
"Well I'm not right now," she muttered.
Alex exhaled deeply. "Maybe giving you the diary was a bad idea-
"Don't say that!" Zola hissed.
Alex shut his eyes and leaned against the wall. Zola could see the wrinkles around his eyes pressing together. "Zo, what's wrong?"
Zola didn't answer. She just stared at her hands, clutching the diary as if her life depended on it.
"Zo-
"When they found their bodies... had they been dead for a long time Uncle Alex?"
Alex frowned, beginning to walk towards her, and sitting beside her on the bed.
"Why-
"I just have to know," Zola begged.
"No," Alex finally said. "They hadn't. It had probably only been half a day since they had all frozen to death from the below freezing temperature. They had only been missing for few days when they were found."
"But... they hadn't died on impact."
Alex shook his head slowly. "No. The pilot had still been in the plane, and he had a broken back. Your dad's best friend Mark died probably first because of internal injuries. Arizona had an infection in her leg that killed her. Your father had had a broken hand and they tried to suture his wounds on his arm with a safety pin. He, your mother, and her best friend Cristina all froze to death. The last person on that plane had been your aunt Lexie, but she was under part of the plane when they found her and had been gone for a while. She had been crushed to death."
Zola swallowed down the bile in her throat. Alex continued to talk.
"The diary had been found in the wreckage. I completely forgot about it until the other day when I was unpacking some old boxes and I found it."
Zola's eyes widened. "It was there in the crash with them?"
Alex nodded slowly as Zola opened the book and began to shift through the pages, not reading them, just looking at them. When she got to the last one, she found a crimson colored drop of something dried on the page and she slammed it shut.
"Zola-
"I'm fine," Zola cut Alex off. "You know, I should be getting back to college. I'll just catch the next flight."
"Zo-
"By Uncle Alex."
Alex grasped Zola's hand, holding on tightly. Zola turned and stared at him.
Her once innocent eyes were so sad and scared, and Alex slowly released her hand.
"I was going to go to Hopkins when I heard," he whispered. "But there was no way in hell I was leaving you without someone who would treat you right. After Izzie left me, I was screwed up for a few years. But raising you made me grow up and realize how important life is."
Zola blinked back tears as she kissed Alex's cheek and left the room, running down the stairs.
...
I had never felt closer to anybody than I did in that moment with him.
But as soon as it was over, my moment faded and reality set back in.
He had a wife, and I had a boyfriend, and our dog died.
He was pulling up and buttoning his pants as I sat up from the exam table and pulled my dress down from my stomach back to my ankles, stumbling off the bed.
"Meredith," Derek finally spoke, and his sex smile seemed to have vanished. "What does this mean?"
I wanted to know that too, but now all I had was reality. Stupid, damned reality.
"Have you seen my panties?" I asked, feeling his heavy stared.
"What does this mean?" Derek repeated.
"I had black panties. Have you seen them? Oh and fix your tie!"
I was such a slut. All I could think was that Derek was right, but he still had that look in his eyes; that look he usually got after we had been intimate.
"Meredith! What does this mean?" he demanded.
And then Callie walked in. "Oh!" Her eyes were wide with horror. "I-I um... it's Izzie."
I nodded slowly, forgetting about my panties as I headed out the door. Callie told me to wait and she tied up my dress, reminding me of what had just happened.
But what did it mean?
The last thing I expected, though, was to find Izzie lying in bed in a fluffy pink dress, taking the prom more seriously than anyone else, and hugging her dead fiancé.
She begged us to leave, to let her be alone with Denny. She whispered all the possibilities of what could have killed him as George, Cristina, and I watched with tears in our eyes. "They need to take his body-" Cristina began to say, and Izzie stopped her.
"I need to be alone with him."
And then Alex walked in. "That's not Denny," he said softly.
"Shut up-
"It's not. Iz, it stopped being Denny when his heart stopped beating."
Izzie shut her eyes. "An hour ago he was proposing. And now they are taking him to the morgue. Isn't that ridiculous?" She finally let the tears fall and she just fell apart in front of us. "Isn't that the most ridiculous piece of crap you ever heard?"
She began to sob and Alex lifted her up into his arms. My heart broke for her.
I needed Derek. I wanted to be held by him.
But this was reality and it was a bitch.
Zola put down the diary as she waited in the airport.
"Yes it is," she whispered.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. I wanted to get it up.
Tell me what you guys thought of the last episode and what happened. I will say nothing yet, and I will pour my heart out to you in the next chapter lol. PS, I was thinking about writing the version of what happened in the crash to them attached to this story as a spin-off or something. Let me know if you guys want that. Anyways...
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