A/N: Sorry this took longer than usual. I wouldn't bore you with my reasons so here it is! Enjoy!
A rough hand grabbed her, yanking her off the seat so fast that the air was thrown out of her, dizziness hit her. She gasped, trying to stay focus as her vision start to blur. As she struggled against his hold, the man forced her forward roughly, his grip around her arm then tightened as the plane shook again when the side of the other plane strike it. The light in front of her eyes dimmed, she drew in another deep breathe, forcing her eyes open as she felt the ground spinning beneath her. Another wave of nausea hit her, she gasped again. She heard a voice calling out her name, but it felt so far away. Then, a shriek. I should be doing something. she told herself, fighting to stay conscious. Another scream could be heard, mixed into the snickers of a man. Rough, and ragged, she could imagine. Through her unfocused eyes, she could see the dirty shade of grey mixed with green of the plane in front of her. She struggled again, and the grip on her arm was released as she was tossed forward, her bodying falling straight into the large arms of another man.
"Move it, quickly!" a low voice shouted out, then another scream was heard. Addison blinked again, drawing in another sharp breathe as she tried to focus, but the focus now isn't to see clearly anymore, but it was to stay conscious. She felt her body tossed aside, slamming into something she couldn't tell. It was hard, with a hint of softness. She felt another body thrown towards her, the soft ends of the hair touched the side of her face. Izzie. she thought, her eyes now fluttering as she draw in another breathe. Then, another yell, then more weight thrown towards her. She fumbled downwards, groping for a hand, she felt it and gave it a weak squeeze. "Izzie." she mumbled, the darkness slowly surrounding her. But she refused to give up, her hand brushed against the girl's hand with more effort this time. It got her attention, or at least, she thought it had.
"Addison!" it was Izzie's voice, so soft, so far away. She felt a hand touching the side of her face. Then slowly she let the darkness take over.
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Miranda Bailey shook her head as she watch the attending whip out his cellphone for the fifth time that evening, pressing the same numbers and holding it to his ear with a frown. She headed towards him to give him a small pat on the back. When she caught his attention, he hung up the cell and looked to her.
"You couldn't just leave her alone, can you?" Miranda asked, a hand on her hip.
"She's not picking up." Derek said, more towards himself than to anyone else. "She should have reached there by now."
"She's probably working, getting brieved by the government body, and doing her medical stuff." Bailey reasoned, but Derek shook his head. She went on.
"Do you pick up your calls when you're at work?"
Derek shook his head. "Then she wouldn't!"
"Miranda, it isn't Addison. I've been calling her for the past hour and she hasn't returned any of my calls. Something's wrong."
Miranda laughed, shaking her head at his worry. "Give her time, Derek. You've called her probably more than the 5 times I've seen you over the past hour. She'll get back to you."
Derek shoved the cellphone back into his labcoat pocket and forced a weak smile.
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Meredith had struggled the most, her elbows jabbing the man's body several times, causing him to release her in pain but managed to get hold of her again each time. Izzie had stomped on her attacker's foot, but having her hair down was a disadvantage in situations like this. The attacker had grabbed her by her hair to keep her from squirming and had a firmer hold on her. Screams and yells of pain and frustration escaped their mouths from time to time. The plane had bumped into each other several times due to the closeness as the men transfered the girls from the cleaner plane to the run-down looking one. Addison had been the first one to go over, her being the one who struggled least.
Izzie had landed roughly beside Addison, her hair swinging loosely as some of it brushed against the side of the attending's face. She held on to Meredith as the smaller blonde landed next to them, hoping to shield off abit of the weight she had already placed on Addison.
"Meredith, are you ok?" she asked as the men filed in, their eyes on them. She pulled Meredith to a sitting position. Then, a hand made its way to her wrist. Izzie thought she felt a squeeze, but assumed it to be Addison checking if she was alright. Then, the hand brushed against her arm with little strength, but stronger than just an accidental brush. It caught her attention. Turning away from Meredith, she was faced by a shallow breathing attending, her eye lids opening and closing as she fall in and out of consciousness, struggling to stay awake. Shocked, Izzie laid a hand on the side of Addison's face, hoping to catch her attention. Izzie called out her name once, and that was when her eyes closed fully, her head dropping to the side as the woman slipped into unconsciousness.
"Oh my god." Izzie whispered under her breathe, then looked up with a glare at the men. "What did you do to her!" She demanded, her brown eyes flaring with anger. Meredith looked over Izzie's body to find an unconscious Addison leaning against the taller blonde's shoulder. As one of the men stood up and headed towards them, Izzie wrap an arm around Addison's body protectively and pulled her closer. Meredith leaped up, putting her body in front of Addison, both eyeing the man carefully.
"What do you want?" Izzie asked. "What do you want with us!"
Then, the man spoke after eyeing the three of them for a moment, pointing a finger towards Addison. "Is she ok?" he asked awkwardly, his accent different from that of the Americans. Taken aback by the question for she was expecting brutality and harshness, Izzie blinked, exchanging an odd look with Meredith before looking up to them again, three of them leaning against the side of the plane while seated on the floor.
"Is she ok? What do you think!" she yelled, taking a glance at Addison again. Her forehead was laced with sweat, her lips were dry and pale, there was no sign of color on her cheeks. "What did you do to her?" Izzie asked again, her voice louder this time. Another man stood up, his stance offensive, that was when Meredith jumped in.
"What do you want from us?" she asked, her voice firm and calm. Another man came forward, waving for both of the men that approached to return to their seats. He eyed each of them carefully, then he spoke, in an accent similar to the other men. "You'll find out soon."
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Derek tore off the surgical gloves and chucked them into the bin, then pushed the button and headed out of the OR room, checking his watch for yet another time before he started strubbing out. Time to call Addie again. he thought to himself. His surgery had taken him three hours to complete, probably just enough time for Addison to call him back, or for him to call again. He put on his labcoat and checked his cellphone again, hoping to see at least a miss call from his wife, or a text message telling him that she's ok. But there were none. He sighed, flipping open the phone and dialed her number again. This time, he didn't bother to key in all the numbers to her cell, he had placed her on speed dial. The tone rang again, over and over again until it cuts itself off. He shut it with a sigh, sliding it into his pocket again.
Is she ignoring me? he couldn't help but wonder. No. he thought. Addison wasn't one who does the ignoring, and besides, in this case, there was absolutely no reason for Addison to ignore him. Maybe Meredith told her something about him that Derek hadn't told her. But was there anything to tell? Derek leaned against the railing and looked out to the darkened sky. Then, he realised--the walks with Doc. Derek never told Addison about him taking walks with Doc and meeting Meredith along the trail. It has to be it. he reasoned, then pushed himself off the railing. But at the same time, he couldn't push off the nagging feeling that something was wrong.
He headed straight to the nurses' counter and borrowed the phone, dialing the number that he had memorised by heart over the years, a hand clutching on the receiver nervously. If Meredith had somehow revealed that they took walks together on alternate mornings, Derek was prepared for a yelling session, prepared to think up of something to explain his actions. But the tone just went on and on. Addison wouldn't ignore a hospital's call, she never did. Finally, the tone ended, she hasn't picked up. Derek placed the receiver back solemnly, but managed a smile when a nurse looked at him questioningly.
"Can I help, Dr. Shepherd?" she asked politely. Derek was about to shake his head but stopped. He ran a hand through his hair uncomfortably, then requested. "If my wife, uhm, Dr. Addison Shepherd calls back, get her to call my cellphone. She knows the number."
The nurse nodded with a sweet smile before turning back to her work.
Please, please call back, Addie. he prayed.
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The next day came and Derek walked back to the nurses' counter, taking over the file handed to him. Addison hadn't returned his calls all night. He had even tried calling her from the trailer but still, no one had answered. And as casually as he could muster, he looked to the nurses by the table and shot them a smile.
"Uhmm, did Dr. Addison Shepherd call back?" he asked politely, his eyes darting on the nurse that he had spoke to the night before. She looked to him oddly, wondering why hasn't the husband been able to contact his wife. Suddenly, Derek felt embarrassed, but he hid it, looking down to the chart in his hands again.
"No, I'm sorry." the nurse said. Derek sighed softly, closin the chart and tucked it under his arms.
"It's ok, it's not your fault." he said, giving her a dreamy smile. "Thank you." he said, before heading off to his first patient of that day.
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The cellphone in Addison's pants buzzed again, vibrating against her thigh but no one had felt it. After a few hours, they had landed. Addison still unconscious while the interns stayed as alert as they can be. They had refused the water offered to them in fear that medication had been added in it that would knock them out.
Upon reaching, when the two of them refused to budge, two men came and dragged them off the ground, holding them firmly to their large bodies as they pushed them off the plane.
"No!" Izzie struggled, trying to wrench herself free from the man, but he held on to her arms firmly. Then, a man reached down and scooped Addison up in his arms. Seeing it, Izzie stomped on the man's foot, stopping them on the spot as she spun around angrily.
"What do you think you're doing!" she demanded, trying to move away to stop the man but was restrained. Then, Keethan stepped in front of her, blocking her view.
"Don't worry." he said, then looked up to the man who held on to Izzie and tilted his head towards a house. "Take them in there." he instructed.
When in the house, they were placed in a room that was well lit. The man had placed Addison on a bed, a pillow placed underneath her head. When Izzie and Meredith were finally released into the room, they turned to each other with confusion at the sight. But before they could say a word, the door behind them closes, a screeching sound could be heard to indicate that the large door was locked.
Izzie rushed to Addison's side as Meredith tried to push open the door, trying to find a way out to the room they are locked in. Izzie brushed a hand across Addison's forehead, sweeping her hair out of her face. Then, Addison's eyes moved under her lids, her lips parting slightly. Izzie looked on with hope, her hand stroking the side of Addison's face.
"Dr. Shep--Addison." she called out softly. "Wake up, Addison. It's me, Izzie." she said again, slightly louder this time. Meredith turned to look at Izzie's voice, then gave up her search for a way out and made her way over to the side of her bed.
"She's waking, help me out, Meredith." Izzie informed, then with a nod, Meredith leaned in against Addison's ear.
"Addison. It's Meredith, you've gotta wake up. C'mon." she encouraged. Then the redhead's eyes slowly flutter open, her green eyes looked ahead blankly. The single action had brought a smile on the interns' faces.
Now conscious, Addison licked her dry lips as her eyes darted around the room. "Where am I?" she asked, her voice turned out soft and weak. She panicked, then when Izzie and Meredith came into her view, she started relaxing, relieved that someone she knew was with her in an unfamiliar place.
"Where are we?" Addison asked again, louder this time, her voice stronger. She started to push herself up with her arms when a wave of dizziness hit her again. She closed her eyes, then feeling two pairs of arms settling her head back down to the pillow. She concentrated on her breathe, keeping it steady and waiting for the nasty feeling to pass.
"Are you ok?" Meredith asked when Addison opened her eyes slowly again.
"What happened?" she managed.
"You passed out." Izzie explained, but Addison shook her head.
"No, I know. Why are we here? Where are we?"
Izzie wasabout to explain the series of events that brought them to this place but Meredith shot her a warning glance, jumping in before the taller blonde could.
"We don't know yet." Meredith said, which was true. Then, she went on. Derek had told her to keep and eye out for Addison while Miranda had revealed Addison's pregnancy to Izzie. Both had a responsibility to look out for the attending.
"You fainted, Addison. What happened?" Meredith asked. Addison shook her head again, pushing her fears of the pregnancy that she suspected behind her head.
"I'm fine."
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"Richard!" Derek jogged towards the chief as he passed the OR board, falling in step with the older man quickly. "I need a favour." he said, catching the chief's attention.
Looking to his favourite student, Richard nodded once, willing him to go on. "Could you call up the African government to check if Addie is there? I need to speak with her." he said. That came out wrong. he scolded himself, and he was right. Richard stopped and turned to him with a frown.
"What?"
"Addison's not picking up my calls." he explained, hoping that it'll be enough.
"Shepherd, take your family problems away from work." Richard warned.
"But--"
"I can't help you there, Derek" Richard cut him off. "You can try calling her again later. If she wants to pick up, she will. If she doesn't, then..."
"Then?"
"Then..." Richard shrugged. "Then she doesn't."
Derek nodded with a sigh as Richard walked away, leaving him in the middle of the hallway with his hands shoved down his coat pocket, a hand gripping the cellphone hoping that it will ring. He had always been able to sense Addison, even when he tried to block her out being miles away, short memories of her still keep coming back to him without warning, like it had pierced through the wall that he had built around him, away from her. Even during surgeries, or when one of them was just within feet from each other, they would be able to feel the prescence from each other and then will look up instinctively for a brief exchange of looks.
If Derek and seen himself, he would have thought that he was overreacting, doing things that were not necessary, like calling her 10 times a day even though she hadn't return any of his calls. It was normal, in fact. They get busy, they may call each other millions of times while the other party just fail to return the calls. However, being Addison's best friend, husband and soul mate for that long, even miles away, somehow, he could feel that something had went wrong. He didn't know how, but he just did--like how he know things when he was standing by the operating table holding a scalpel in his hand. That was his instincts, and it was accurate each time he followed it during surgery. But right now, he was hoping that his instincts were wrong. Give her time. he told himself. Even Miranda and Richard thinks so.
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Keethan paced around outside their locked room, shooting daggers at each one of his men, all standing out in one line in front of him.
"What happened in there!" he demanded, pointing a finger towards the room where they had kept the three doctors. "Why was she unconscious?"
The men looked down, all unable to answer the question. Keethan shoved a hand through his hair. "If I find out that any of you did anything--"
"We didn't do anything, Sir." someone blurted out. Keethan's eyes scanned the group for the speaker but with all men looking down, it was hard to tell. He drew in a deep breathe to calm himself down, his eyes catching a glimpse of his sick son still lying in bed, a woman feeding him porridge by the bed.
"You better not." Keethan said. "Because if you did, I doubt they'll be willing to fix kiddo."
"Do you want us to check them out?" someone asked. Keethan considered it for a moment before shaking his head. As much as he hate to, he knows he needed to.
"No." he said. "Give them a night to rest. Bring them some food." he instructed. He needed the doctors to have strength to be able to help his son. At the same time, he was praying that the doctor who had passed out wasn't Dr. Addison Shepherd.
A/N : Ok, it wasn't that good, was it:( I know... But I still hope you guys like it!
