Chapter 1: Lost
Begins around 20 minutes into S02E08
Disclaimer: All the characters in this story belong to Shonda Rhimes
General POV
"Smashed…soaked. These all got destroyed in the crash." Andy frantically searched through the road flares.
"I got one that's still viable. This will burn for 30 minutes at least I'm going" she took the flare and stuck it in her coat pocket and headed towards the door.
"Wait," Sullivan said, his voice weak and tired "Grey Sloan will have noticed we didn't arrive by now help will come"
"Shannon doesn't have enough time she's already crashed once chances of it happening again are high and again and again after that and without electrolytes that will kill her. You know that" Andy said as she fastened a headlamp onto her head
"Then you have to climb carefully if you lose consciousness or if you get hurt. If u fail I won't be able to go out after you."
"Then I won't fail," Andy said as she opened the door of the ambulance and climbed out.
Andy's POV
The hill was steep. 60 maybe 70 degrees. Almost impossible to climb. I reached her hand up and grabbed on to a rock above her pulling myself up. As I lifted her foot up, it slipped.
'this is just like rock climbing, you can do this' I thought to myself as I hung there, the one thing keeping me from falling was my hand on the rock. And I was losing my grip. I took a deep breath in and swung my foot up to a nearby rock pushing myself further up the hill. I kept climbing higher and higher. I grabbed onto a tree root and pulled. But the root gave way. As the root tore out of the ground I started to panic. I grasped at the ground for a rock, a branch, anything but it was no use. I slid backwards tumbling down the mountain. Suddenly I stopped, slamming into a rock. pain shot through my body. I reached my hand up to my head. Blood. I looked down at her leg. A tree branch was going right through my thigh. I failed. Now nobody could save us. I looked up at the sky. 'It's so beautiful out here' I thought to myself. Far away from the city, the stars shone brightly in the sky. The pain began to subside and the stars started disappearing from the sky, one at a time until there was nothing. Only darkness.
Jacks POV:
"Hey Trav, do you have an eight" I heard Hughes say from across the table.
"cheater" Montgomery said "you're cheating"
"no, I'm not"
"yes, you are, you have gotten 6 in a row"
"are you guys seriously playing go fish?" I interrupted "what are you, five"
They both turned at look at me
"We have been stuck in this place forever and we've kinda run out of other things to do" Hughes said to me
They resumed their game and their bickering. I got up and walked over to the fridge. Just as I was about to open it, Chief Ripley walked in
"Everybody, we've got communication back. We are officially ungrounded"
"Finally," I sighed "we can finally start taking calls and get out of here"
"Wait. there's more" chief Ripley said "Aid car 19 never made it to Grey Sloan memorial, no one's heard from them in over an hour"
My heart dropped. Andy… Andy is in the aid car.
I pushed past Ripley and ran towards the barn. I jumped in the passenger seat of the engine. Everything around me was spinning. Andy could be hurt. She could be gone. I turned to my left and saw Hughes jump in the driver's seat. The engine took off, speeding out of the barn.
General POV
"drive faster," Jack said
"I can't" Hughes responded "if we go to fast we might drive past them"
They had been driving for nearly 40 minutes with still no sign the aid car. Jack was looking out the window when suddenly…
"Hughes stop"
"what Gibson, what is it this time"
"Tire tracks… over there. Tire tracks swerving off the road and a missing piece of guard rail"
"holy shit. That could be them"
The engine screeched to a halt and everyone jumped out. They ran towards the edge and there, at the bottom of a massive, steep hill was the aid car. Bashed and battered, lying on its side.
"Bishop, Hughes, get out the harnesses. You two will go down and assess while we call for more help"
Jack stood there at the edge of the road, looking through the forest. He scanned the hill for something, anything to tell him andy was alive. That's when he saw it. A yellow reflector strip bouncing the light of his headlamp back at him. Turnout. It was someone's turnout gear. As he walked closer to the edge he saw the name on the back of the coat. Herrera.
"Andy" jack screamed as he started to run towards the hill
"no" Pruitt yelled "you can't go down there without a harness, it's too steep, it's too dangerous"
Jack wasn't listening. He scrambled down the hill, running as fast as he could. He fell down, branches scraping his arms, but he didn't care. He kept going. When he finally reached her, he rolled her over onto her back. He held her head in his hands. Blood. There was so much blood. Her leg was impaled on a stick, her arm was twisted around, and the back of her head was covered in blood, she probably hit it on the rock she was pressed against.
"Andy" Jack whispered, tears rolling down his face "Andy wake up… I need you"
Andy's eyes opened slightly
"Jack?" she said weakly, struggling to stay conscious
"Andy, you're awake. I was so scared"
Andy's eyes started to close again, the blood loss was too great for her body to cope.
"Andy no… please... I need you, I love you. I always have and I always will. Please just stay with me" Jack cried
Andy looked at him and smiled before closing her eyes again, drifting back into the darkness
"ANDY" Jack screamed. His voice echoing through the empty woods. he shook her, trying to wake her up but it was no use. He pressed his fingers against her neck. Pulse. It was weak but it was there. He pulled her head up against his chest holding her close.
"Put this on" he heard a voice from behind him
He turned around and saw Hughes standing behind him with an extra harness. He slipped the harness around his waist. and fastened it tightly. Then, he scooped Andy up into his arms and started to climb back up the hill.
The next chapter should be up in a couple of hours.
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