A/N : I'm glad y'all like it:D
Just to explain a little about the whole computer thing. My IT teacher actually had said in class once that in some countries their computers are able to be connected to the internet but somehow, still isn't able to load pictures. You know, just in case y'all wonder if there actually are computers that are like that. (I didn't know it until my teacher told us. lol)
Anyway, here's the next chapter! Enjoy!
They had searched the main page of Seattle Grace Hospital online, where they learnt that the Dr. Shepherd is working at. And after watching the news, they had found out that the hospital will be sending three doctors to Africa for medical service, the hospital's main site publicly announcing that the three doctors would be unavailable until notification, one of them being Dr. Addison Shepherd. The site had also stated the time where the doctors will be leaving the hospital to create awareness in patients who may request for Addison as their doctor. Because of the unavailability of photos in their computer, they had assumed that Dr. Addison Shepherd is the Dr. Shepherd they were looking for.
Months ago, they, as engineers, have decided to build a plane for themselves and take a flight to Seattle Grace Hospital. Doctors all around their country have failed to diagnoise the boy's condition and even with their remaining savings placed together, it was not enough to fly them to the States and get him treated. And when they are there, they have planned to persuade, or even be reduced to begging for the Dr. Shepherd they've heard to go back with them to treat the child, and if all fails, they had even considered to bring the doctor back by force. But now, the plane is ready and as though luck is on their side, a certain Dr. Shepherd is flying across the oceans towards Africa. Plans were changed.
"How long do we have, sir?"
The man ran a finger across the tattered map, then pressed a few buttons on the calculator. "Not long." he said. "And because the Americans stupid enough to announce worldwide that they are sending doctors over to Africa, the Africans wouldn't be getting any doctors till kiddo is fixed." he laughed, then his finger ran across the map in a line.
"Here." he pointed out, then grabbing a ruler and a pencil to draw two thin lines across the paper. "Their flight takes off tomorrow afternoon. If we take off at ten in the morning, we'll be able to meet them somewhere around here." he circled a finger to the spot on the map where the two lines meet.
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The next day, Meredith Grey and Izzie Stevens held on to their small luggage of necessities excitedly as they waited under shelter for the hospital's private jet to arrive. Addison Shepherd was doing a final check of her items in her office before joining the interns.
Exiting the escalator, Miranda Bailey approached her interns casually. "Stevens, can I speak with you for a moment?" she asked, beckoning the taller blonde over. Izzie casted a glance to Meredith, receiving a shrug in return before she headed off towards the resident.
"There's something you need to know, Izzie." Miranda started, her voice low, like she was sharing a secret. Izzie frowned, but Miranda went on. "But if you see Derek Shepherd anytime before you board the jet, you are not to tell him. Is that understood?"
Izzie, although confused, nodded. Miranda took a deep breathe. "Addison Shepherd is pregnant."
At that, the intern's jaw fall open. "What! And..and she's going to-- Does she even know?"
"She's suspecting. But she doesn't want to know for sure."
"Ok, wait." Izzie said. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I'm telling you this because I need you to keep an eye on her."
At that, Izzie nodded, swallowing at the information. "Uhmm... how far long?"
"Two weeks."
While the two women were conversing, Derek Shepherd exited from the elevator, expecting to find his wife already there but instead, had his eyes laid on Meredith Grey. He's gaze wandered around, falling onto the other blonde intern talking to her resident. Taking the opportunity, he approached Meredith.
"Hey." he started, shoving a hand through his hair.
"Hey." she smiled, letting her gaze fall on him only for a brief moment.
"Excited?" he asked. She turned to him again, her smile growing wider.
"Definitely."
Then, there was a brief awkward silence between the both of them as they stood side by side.
"Meredith."
"Yea?"
"Can you do me a favour?" She turned to face him again, curioused.
"It's uhmm..about Addison." he started, uncomfortable to be talking about his wife to his ex-girlfriend. But she nodded, her eyes concerned, encouraging him to go on. "She's... not feeling the best these days." he explained, still unsure to find the words to say. But Meredith nodded again, patting him lightly on the shoulder. "I'll look out for her, if that's what you want me to do."
Derek forced a weak smile and breathed out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."
The elevator opened, the tall redhead stepped out of it, her eyes lit up at the sight of her husband standing there. She smiled, greeting Meredith briefly before leaning forward as he planted a peck on her cheek. Meredith turned away, trying not to wince at the affection displayed in front of her. Izzie had whirled around at the sound of the plane's engine, catching a glimpse of what looked like public display of affection between the Shepherds.
"Do I tell Meredith?" she wondered out loud, turning back to her resident again. Miranda debated the answer for a moment before shaking her head. "No. Not unless necessary."
"Izzie! C'mon!" Meredith called out, beckoning her over with a wave of her arm.
Izzie gave the resident one last nod before jogging up to Meredith, dragging her luggage along as they headed towards the jet. Behind her, Derek slided an arm around Addison's waist, forcing her to turn around before she leaves.
"What?" she laughed, amused by the serious look on her husband's face.
"Take care of yourself, Addie."
"Derek, I'm a doctor." she reminded him.
"I know." he said, letting his lips spread into a smile. "But I'm your husband, so I get to tell you things like that."
"Alright, fine." Addison let out a laugh, rolling her eyes good naturedly. "Now I've gotta go." she said, starting to push herself off her husband's embrace, but he held on, leaning down to her lips for a passionate kiss. Surprised, she let her lips part as she kissed back, only pulling away after what seemed like forever.
"I'll see you, Derek." she said finally, and he nodded, pulling her body close for a hug.
"I'll miss you." She rubbed his back lightly, leaning against his body with her eyes close as a short period of dizziness washed through her. "Technology, Derek." she whispered into his ear. "You can call me on my cell."
When it passes, she pushed herself off, giving him a soft kiss on his lips before they part.
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"Are we flying in the right direction?" the man, obviously the leader, demanded, standing up again to take a glance out of the window. The pilot nodded for the tenth time, not bothering to explain again.
"Then why don't I see any planes?"
"Patience, Keethan." a man said from the seats. Angrily, Keenthan whirled around and pointed a finger accusingly at the man who spoke.
"Patience? He's not your son!"
The man stood up, pointing a finger to his chest as he spoke. "He's not my son, but he's my nephew! I care about him too!"
Knowing that his brother made sense, Keenthan backed down, letting his eyes shift to the clear window. Then slowly, the man sank back down on the warm seat.
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With their luggages tucked under the chairs and some next to the seat they sat, the three of them settled down, each taking a window seat in the private jet, Meredith and Izzie on the right and Addison Shepherd on the left of the plane. The attending crossed her legs elegantly as she sat down, looking out to the window for one last wave to her husband as the plane took off.
Moments of silence went by awkwardly between the three as Meredith and Izzie looked to each other, willing each other to strike a conversation. Then Izzie's gaze shifted briefly to Addison, silently gesturing that it may be rude to leave her out of the conversation. Then like a mutual agreement, they shifted to the seat next to the aisle.
"Hey!" Izzie and Meredith called out together in unison, then looked to each other oddly. Then finally, it was silently decided that Izzie was to start first.
"Dr. Montgomery Shepherd?" Izzie called out, causing the redhead to turn around curiously. "So uhmm, why did you choose me?" the question blurted out before she could even think about it. Meredith backhanded her arm lightly with a glare. Then quickly, Izzie went on. "Not that I don't appreciate it but... I'm just curious, you know." she explained. Addison raised an eyebrow at her, causing Izzie to look away uncomfortably.
Why did she choose Izzie? Because the intern has the potential that she hasn't seen in years and since Neonatal services is very likely to be provided, Izzie can learn more from this trip. Addison's eyes shifted to Meredith briefly. Was she suppose to explain her exact reasons in front of another intern? It'd be like saying the others aren't as good as Izzie is. But like everyone is different, they have different strengths. She frowned, starting to think of something right to say when Izzie opened her mouth again.
"Uhm.. well nevermind. Do you play poker?" she asked.
"Izzie!" Meredith hissed, causing Addison to chuckle, pushing her back off the cushioned chair and shift to the seat by the aisle.
"Yea, I do." she said, then her eyes wandered to the interns' bags. "You've got the cards?"
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Dr. Bailey strutted towards the nurses' station when she caught Derek Shepherd leaning against it, handing the file to one of the nurses by the counter and then whipped out his cellphone, flipping it open and started to dial.
"Checking up on your wife so soon?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she lean against the counter. Derek stopped, looking up at her.
"Don't you have work to do, Dr. Bailey?"
"Actually, no." she said.
"Addison's not feeling well these few days, I have the right to check up on her." he explained, preparing to insert the next few numbers to her cellphone when Miranda spoke again.
"Well then she's probably resting at the moment. You calling her will just stop her from doing so." she pointed out, Derek looked up at her with a frown, realising that the Resident has a point. Miranda shook her head, pushing herself off the counter as she did so.
"Just so you know, with you telling everyone who asked that she's not feeling well? Your wife's going to kill you when she finds out."
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"There it is!" Someone yelled, and Keethan jerked his head to the side immediately, his eyes fixed on the window that the man was pointing to. He rushed forward, pushing pass the men on the seats and took a peek out. The clouds outside shifted, the large "SGH" logo painted on the plane was revealed. He let out a laugh, making his way towards the cockpit and gave two quick pats on the pilot's shoulders, pointing through the window towards the plane not far away from them.
"It's them." he instructed, the pilot nodded and shifted the direction of the plane and headed straight towards the other one.
"Sir, no one would be hurt, right?" A timid voice asked. Keethan thought about it for a moment. They had planned to persuade, to beg, and then to kidnap if they had went on with the initial plan. But now that the plans have been changed, why not just skip the first two and do the last? Keethan nodded, his eyes fixed on plane as they neared.
"Not unless necessary."
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Izzie as been on a winning strike, forcing Meredith to switch seats to the one in front of Addison's to pair up with her. They looked to the cards in their hands and then to the deck held out by Izzie. She wriggled her eyebrows challengingly.
Meredith and Addison studied Izzie for a moment before turning to each other, confirming their decision.
"No." they said in unison.
Izzie grinned, flipping over the cards to show the pair, laughing as they groan and threw their cards at her.
"And I win, again. You two really need to catch up." she said, picking the cards off the ground and slotting back into the deck, ready to shuffle them again.
Suddenly, the plane shook, startling the three of them. They stiffened, eyes shot to the door that lead to the cockpit.
"What's going on?" Izzie wondered out loud. Addison felt her breathe caught in her chest, a wave of nausea struck her as panick rose in her. She focused on getting her breathing steady, trying to push the nausea away. The door to the plane swung open as wind gushed in, then stepping into their view was a roughed, stoutly built man by the doorway, a sneer on his face as he cocked the rifle in his hand. His eyes shifted from each doctor, letting out a low snicker.
"Hello, darlings."
A/N : If I say I love you, will you still hate me?
