Author's Note: I know I said Cristina Burke will be this chapter but I really need to end this fic because I got a new idea that I can't incorporate into this fic. So beware to those who hate tragedy. The next chapter is FINAL!

"George! I still like Patrick! I mean this is my kid!"

"Izzy… Alexander is better!"

"Patrick!"

"Alexander!"

"Patrick!"

"Okay I have an idea!"

"What?"

"I bet that I can kiss you without touching your lips." (yes. Idea from Derailed. It's good line. I can't deny it.)

Izzy put on a lopsided grin and blinked at George, "Go."

George leaned in and kissed Izzy. Izzy was so lost in it that she didn't notice George's lips grazing hers.

Cristina groaned as she stared at the clock. It was late in the afternoon. She had chosen to do a night shift for the sake of her sanity. Burke was giving her chest pains because of his freakishly clean and tidy ways. She jumped out of bed and hoped into the shower hoping that some surgery would occupy her so she wouldn't have to deal with him much longer.

Derek glanced up at the OR board. For once it was blank. Him and Meredith's relationship had been blossoming for the past few months and he was at a happy point in his life. One that he can't hide. His never-ending grin spread so quickly that the impact of the next hours events were lifetimes away.

Meredith wrapped her coat tightly around her. The skies were truly grey on this day. The air hung gloomily and the people turned at the sound of a screeching making its turn. The turn was so quick, so sudden and so sharp that it miss the road and jumped on the sidewalk, hitting a newspaper stand. Meredith ran over to the crowd hoping to save someone's life. The car chasing the one that crashed came zooming around the corner, all too quick hitting the young doctor.

She was rushed into Seattle Grace, the attending, Dr. Huntington quickly went to work on her.

"What do we have?"

The paramedic looked at him, "DOA. Lost breathing a few minutes ago, obvious tib fracture and 5 broken ribs. Both lungs collapsed and metal fragment placed in abdomen."

"Well she's not dead until we say so."

An hour later:

"V-Tach!"

"5 mikes of eppi!"

"Doctor Huntington!"

"She's alive. I know that she is! We reinflated her lungs and removed her spleen. She'll make it!"

"DOCTOR!"

The sound of the flatline echoed throughout the room. Dr. Huntington looked gravely at the clock.

"Time of Death: 2:38."

"Doctor?"

"What?"

"The family."

"Call up to surgery. Tell them it's Meredith Grey."

Yes, it's short. I'm sorry. I know you guys hate me for killing Meredith and the lack of detail but the last chapter will be better. Please review.

--I tried to be perfect