Note : I WAS WRONG THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER! IT TOOK AN UNEXPECTED TURN AND NOW THERE IS MORE.

Callie's head was heavy and her eyelids felt glued shut. She licked her lips and forced her eyes to open. All she saw was bright light, so bright. She thought she heard someone saying her name, but the light was too bright. She closed her eyes again and drifted back to her dreams.

The next time she opened her eyes it wasn't as bright, and she definitely heard voices. She zeroed in on one voice in particular.

"Torres?" the voice was clear and recognizable. "Are you really awake this time?"

She blinked her eyes and the familiar scruffy mug of her best friend was suddenly in her line of site, smiling at her.

"Mark?" she croaked.

"Don't try to talk," he said. "Do you know where you are?"

She shook her head 'no' and tried to sit up, but she couldn't get her body to cooperate. She tried to look around, still confused as to her location. Was she in a hospital?

"You took a nasty bump on the head," he replied. "You've been in a coma for weeks."

"What?" she asked. She didn't remember hitting her head. The last thing she remembered was Arizona telling her to shoot the flare. "Arizona?" she looked around desperately for the other woman.

"No, Miami."

Callie shook her head again, "no," she whispered. "The others, where are they? Did you find them? Yang? Arizona… Professor Robbins?"

"Oh, the professor," Mark finally realized who Callie was asking for. "I think she went back to New York."

"New York…?" Callie was disappointed the other woman wasn't there for her. "You found the island… but she didn't stay?"

"What island? And why would she stay? She was just a passenger on a charter."

"Mark, tell me what happened," Callie voice was becoming stronger. "Tell me now."

"You were on a voyage when an unbelievable storm hit, but you made it through. The Minnow was tossed and turned, but it wasn't lost. You saved it. But you got hit on the head. Cristina managed to get you guys back to Miami…"

"No, that's not…." Callie grabbed her head. The pain. "That's not what happened, Mark. We were shipwrecked for months. She loves me! Arizona loves me! I know she loves me. She wouldn't leave. This is wrong, it's all wrong," She looked at Mark with desperation, he just smiled back, almost in a sinister way. "What are you smiling at? This is wrong! It's wrong… it's wrong…." She repeated over and over.

Mark's smiling face contorted into something menacing, his laugh mocking her, "How could she love you, Callie? You left her behind. You left her… you left her…."

His ominous visage became blurry and Callie's eyes became heavy, her stomach churned, and blackness took her once again.

The next time Callie opened her eyes it was a lot easier. The light wasn't as bright, her eyelids not as heavy, the sounds not as piercing. She let her tired gaze drift over what appeared to be a hospital room. The soft rhythmic beeping of her heart the monitor confirmed her location, but something wasn't right… there were no windows and the room was extremely small.

She tried to sit up to get a better look, when someone jumped from the dark corner of the room, "Whoa, whoa, whoa… not so fast. Take it slow, let me help you." The woman was young, mid-twenties, she had a pixie cut and adorably nerdy glasses. "You were severely dehydrated and heat exhausted, you've also been hallucinating."

"Where am I?"

"You are on the United States Coast Guard Cutter Bokhee, based out of Key West. Commanding Officer, Captain…."

"Richard Webber," Callie tried to smile. "I made it?"

"You made it, Captain Torres."

"The others?"

"We're working on it."

"How… what?"

"So many questions, of course. We found you… two days ago. It was a miracle. We searched for months after the crash, but… nothing. We gave up, went home. You guys were pronounced….. Then… I found the island on a satellite image. We chartered a ship and we heard a distress call, but it stopped before we could pinpoint its location. After the distress called stopped transmitting, we preceded on to the coordinates of the island, but we couldn't find it… It was almost like it was invisible. So… we were giving up again. Going home. That's when we saw your flare."

"Uh, who are you exactly?"

"Oh, um… I'm Lexie Grey, and I'm here with…"

The door to the small medical room pulled open and the tall grey haired Mark Sloan stepped in, "Torres! You're awake!" he turned to Lexie, "She's not hallucinating like the last time is she?"

"No, she's lucid," Lexie smiled. "She's fully awake this time. You can…" she pointed to Callie indicating to the man that he could go sit, and touch her.

He came and sat right on the bed, and took her hand in his and squeezed it as tight as he dared. His gray-blue eyes filled with tears. He swiped some of her unkempt hair off of her forehead, "God, you scared me. I thought I'd lost you, Callie. We had a funeral and everything."

Callie just nodded, the lump in her throat too large to speak, so Mark just wrapped her in his strong arms.

Lexie gave them a moment to collect themselves, then she continued, "When we found you, you were in really bad shape. You almost died."

"Luckily, Lex, here is a doctor," Mark stood, allowing Callie to lay back against her pillow again, she was still weakened from her ordeal. "She made sure we had plenty of medical supplies on the charter and we were able to cool you and hydrate you until the Coast Guard arrived, we moved you to this ship because of its medical capabilities, and uh… here we are."

"Yeah, you were the proof we needed to get the Coast Guard involved."

"And the hand drawn maps and notes you had stashed in your vest, they were invaluable."

"So… you found the island?"

"We have," Mark replied.

"But we can't get close," Lexie added. "And they aren't answering our hails."

"They wouldn't," Callie said, her voice still a little rough, "They'll be saving the batteries in the radio until they could destroy the meteorite."

"Speaking of the rock, the Navy is in route, they want to get their hands on that thing you described. They are very interested in its capabilities."

"Of course they are," Callie sighed. Mark was giving her a look that said there was more, but he looked reluctant to talk about it in front of Lexie, so Callie feigned a cough, then looked to young doctor and asked. "Can I get some water?"

"Yeah, I'll just…," she pointed toward the door and left the two old friends together.

"What aren't you telling me Mark?"

"The Navy won't let us attempt a rescue, they ordered us not to go near the island," Mark explained. "But it's just a few days, they can handle that, right?"

"No, no… Meredith…," Callie pointed to the door the Lexie has just left through. "Lexie's sister?

"Lexie's sister," Mark confirmed.

"Meredith is pregnant, and not doing well at all, Mark. She may not have a few days. It's why I had to gamble with the raft. You have to do something."

"Do what? Go against the United States Navy?"

"You have to, or Lexie's sister is as good as dead."

"I'm sorry… what?" Neither Mark nor Callie had noticed the woman at the entrance to the small room.

"Lex," Mark went over to her, he took the glass of water out of her hand and sat it on the small table by the door. He went straight back to the younger woman and engulfed her with his arms. "How much of that did you hear?"

"Not much," she replied into his shoulder, then she pulled back and looked at Callie, "Just the 'sister good as dead' part. What do you mean?"

"Can I…?" Callie pointed to the glass of water.

Mark looked sheepish, he'd been so worried about Lexie… he forgot to give Callie her water. "Sorry, Torres."

Callie just coughed in response, then took a sip of the coolest, most refreshing ship water she'd ever tasted. "God, that's good," she sighed.

"Captain Torres? Please tell me about my sister," Lexie begged.

"I'm so sorry, Lexie, but your sister is… pregnant."

A range of emotions passed over the young doctor's face, from joy to outright fear. "That's… that's not bad, right?"

"Derek thinks she has preeclampsia," Callie said. "She was struggling to stay conscious when I left. We need to get to them. Now."

"How?" Lexie asked, her voice desperate. "What can we do?"

"I think a small boat could get to the island, it'd lose power as it got close, but if you had enough momentum, you could get into the current that would drop you into the lagoon."

"How are we going to get a boat?" Mark asked. "The Coast Guard isn't going to go against orders."

"No, no… they wouldn't. But my old friend Commander Miranda Bailey would, she'd do it for me. Please, please tell me she's onboard?"

Mark and Lexie looked at each and then back to Callie and smiled.

"She's onboard."

The mood in the cave—where they had all taken up residence since Meredith couldn't be moved and Callie had… disappeared—was somber.

The now very pregnant doctor was in and out of consciousness, and Derek was desperately doing what he could to keep her safe. Which wasn't much. If they didn't get the meteorite destroyed soon, he'd have to consider delivering the baby early. The result of which would likely be the death of his child, but he thought, hoped, he could maybe save Meredith.

Along with the constant anxiety about Meredith's condition, the others were starting to worry about the Professor Robbins too. She wasn't eating or sleeping as well as she should have been.

On the other side of the cave, she was still mourning what she thought for sure was death of her lover. The professor been quiet and listless for days. She didn't even smile when they got the meteorite to the edge of the lava this evening. One more day was all they needed to position the meteorite to be destroyed. The lack of light and the dangerous terrain around the lava flow called for extra caution, so they had returned to cave at nightfall. They would start again at first light.

"Professor, you need to eat something," April said.

"I'm not hungry," she replied.

"Come on," Addison urged. "Callie wouldn't want you to do this and you know it."

"Well, she's not fucking here, is she?" Arizona retorted irritably, she'd been angry since Callie went missing. "So she doesn't get a say in when or what I eat."

"Shouldn't I be the one who swears like that?" said a familiar voice from the mouth of the cave, "You know… being a sailor and all."

"Skipper? Is that you?" Cristina jumped from her spot next to the fire, grabbed a torch and walked toward the voice.

Callie took a step forward into the cave, as she did she moved into the light put off by Cristina's light. She was being supported by a tall man with greying hair, and next to them was a young woman. Both carried large packs.

Arizona slowly stood from her blanket in the corner, she swallowed hard, tears filling her eyes. Callie was sunburned and her skin was peeling, and she was obviously weak, but the professor had never seen a more beautiful sight.

"Callie? You're alive?"

"I am," Callie took a step away from her support and into the waiting arms of the blonde professor. They stood there in a tight embrace and wept onto each other's shoulders.

"I thought you were dead," Arizona sobbed. "I waited for days and days…. And you didn't come… I thought you were dead."

"I'm not dead," Callie soothed the other woman. "I'm here. I'm never leaving you again." This seemed to bring Arizona out of her relieved joy and straight back into her anger.

Arizona pulled away from the brunette and said, "I'm so, so mad you, Calliope Torres. So mad."

"I know, you should be. But later, okay? Right now I just want you to hold me."

And so she did.

Derek made his way to the mouth of the cave, "Lexie?"

"Yeah, it's me," her voice cracked with emotion. "Meredith?"

"She's back here," Derek led the young woman to the back of the cave. "She's sick, Lex."

"I know, Callie told us. I have methyldopa for her blood pressure and steroids for the baby. It's the best I could do with what we had on the cutter."

"This may help," he scanned the supplies, "but we need to get her off the island," Derek said. "We need to get the baby out."

"We can't get off the island," Callie announced. They'd helped her into the cave, and she sat by the fire surrounded by all of her eager-for-news friends. "Not until we destroy the meteorite."

"We couldn't even get close with the cutter," Mark explained. "The US Coast Guard is out there, and the only way for us to get in touch with you was to come to the island on a small boat."

"And we had to 'steal' that," Callie added.

"I don't understand," Arizona replied. "Why would you have to steal it?"

"The Navy wants that rock of yours," Mark replied. "They ordered us, well the Bokhee, to stay put and await their arrival."

"What the hell is a Bokhee?" Addison asked.

"The Bokhee is a United States Coast Guard Cutter," Mark explained. "It's a Medium endurance cutter, two hundred and seventy foot from stem to stern…"

"You could have just said 'big boat'," Addison cut him off. "We would have gotten the point."

"What do you mean they ordered you to stay put?" Cristina asked.

"The Bokhee was under orders from naval command to suspend the rescue operations," Mark replied to the small group of castaways. "They were ordered to stand down, watch the area, but not approach the island."

"Why?" Arizona shook her head, trying to understand.

"That big rock of yours," Mark replied. "They seem to think it's important."

"Oh, it is… But," She looked back and forth between Mark and Callie, "how did they even know about it?"

Callie raised her hand, and dropped her head in shame. "Me," she said, "they heard it from me. I had written down everything I knew about the meteorite, its impact on our communications, and the island. I had it stashed it inside my vest. So that, even if I had died, and they just recovered my body, they would have known where and how to find you."

"Why did that require you stealing a boat from the coast guard?" April asked. "You couldn't just wait for the Navy to arrive? They can't be that far off."

"Because the Navy has no intentions of destroying that meteorite," Owen answered.

"Exactly," Callie replied. "And the only safe way to get Meredith off of this island is via airlift."

"Ah," Arizona clued in. "And the only way we can make that happen is to destroy the meteorite."

"Wait, how does the United States Navy even have jurisdiction or whatever? Aren't we out in the middle of the ocean?"

"Actually," Mark said, "you are only a few hundred miles north of Puerto Rico. Directly in the Bermuda Triangle."

"Get out!" Addison replied. "You are joking. The fucking Bermuda Triangle, how cliché."

"I'm not kidding, you are in the Bermuda Triangle, cliché or not," Mark smiled, still a little in awe of conversing with the famous woman, even under the circumstances. He was kind of star struck.

"We are at the very tip of US territory," Callie added. "The Navy can do whatever they want."

Owen and Alex were already on their feet, "We need to go do it tonight," Owen said.

"They'll parachute in," Alex said.

"Right," Owen agreed. "This island will be crawling with paratroopers in no time, and then… we won't have the chance to destroy that thing. We'll be at their mercy."

"Oh, come on," April said. "It's the US Navy, they aren't the bad guys!"

"And no one is saying they are," Callie reassured the young woman. "They just have a different priority than we do, that's all. We aren't saying they have evil intentions."

"With the importance of that monopole—the potential impact it could have on such a wide range of fields. Evil, good, or neutral intentions don't matter, they'll want control of it at the very least. We don't want that falling into the wrong hands." Arizona said. "And… If anyone else intercepted the transmission, it might not just be the US military we have to worry about."

"Right, it's a race again time. Meredith's safety won't be a priority," Cristina finished her thought. "If we don't destroy it ourselves, we won't be able to get a chopper in time. Meredith will not be an 'acceptable loss'."

"We need to go now."