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You'll be finding out who Erica Wakefield is very soon. Think of the first 2 chapters as more of a setup…

On that note, I should go ahead and say that I own NOTHING except Dr. Erica Wakefield….

Aftermath

Chapter 2: Talk

Richard Webber was sitting in his office, debating the decision he'd just made. "God I hope I'm not stirring the pot." He muttered to himself, leaning forward in his desk chair, chin resting on his hand. There was a soft knock at the door. "Come in." He called out.

It was Ellen. "I made the call. Dr. Wakefield will be here Wednesday evening at 6 pm. She'll fly in and come directly here. I've arranged a rental car and a hotel." Ellen informed him. He nodded. "Thank you Ellen." He checked his watch. "5 pm. Staff meeting. Send the page. Everyone who was in anyway involved with the Code Black is required to be there. Conference room 2." He told her. She nodded and returned to her desk to send out the page.

Meredith was exiting a post op follow up exam when she got the page. "Staff meeting 5pm. Con.Rm 2." She read aloud off her pager. She looked up and into the eyes of the man she both loved and loathed equally. She raised her eyebrows at him. "Do you know anything about the page?" She asked as he fell into step with her. "No, I'm not privy to that information at the moment." He told her, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. "Derek, you're a surgeon, not a body guard." She said, slightly exasperated. "Yes, and what's your point?" He asked, crossing his arms in front of him.

She sighed heavily. "You haven't been in an OR in a week." She pointed out. "Yeah, and when was the last time you were in one?" He retorted. She didn't answer. "Meredith, have you scrubbed into a single surgery in the last 2 weeks?" He questioned. She shook her head no.

He stopped short, grabbing her by the arm in the process. He swung her around until she was face to face with him, inches away. "You haven't even been down that hall, have you?" He went on, his eyes holding her gaze, challenging her to pull away, to break the stare. But she did neither. For once, she actually gave him a straight answer.

"No, Derek. I haven't. I almost died. I watched two other people get blown to bits. Some people would call that traumatic." She snapped, her gaze narrowing, this time she was the one challenging him to make a comment, a remark, anything. He didn't.

Instead, he sighed and let go of her arm. She turned on her heel and took the long way around to the next patient. Derek waited about 15 seconds and followed. To the casual, outside, unknowing observer, it was almost comical. But Addison Montgomery-Shepard found it anything but comical. She stood motionless, her back against a wall. Slowly she let her eyes close and she sighed. More and more, he brain asked her exactly what she was still doing here. At this point in time, her heart had no comment.

5 PM

The chief was waiting for everyone in the conference room. As everyone filed in and filled in the spaces around him. Derek took a spot between Izzie and George once he saw that Meredith was sitting between Cristina and the wall. Addison was left standing two rows behind Derek. 'He didn't even attempt to find two seats together.' She thought miserably as she leaned her back against the wall. 'He hasn't asked me to leave….yet' She told herself. She'd just have to try harder, that's all.

"Listen up people, I know you're all busy and have patients to get back to, but that's what nurses are for. This is an important matter. I'm losing my OR people. I've been losing it since the Code Black. I know how traumatic this has been for you all. It impacted all of us greatly, some more than others, but if it affects one, it affects all. That being said, I've decided to bring in a Psych Consult. She'll be here in two days. Every single one of you will be required to see her at least once, or however many times she deems necessary. This is not optional folks. There are serious consequences for not following through on this. You don't go, you don't practice, simple as that. Are we clear?" Chief finished. Heads nodded all around the room. "Questions?" He asked. Cristina raised her hand. Dr. Webber sighed to himself. She always had questions. "Yes Dr. Yang?" He asked.

"Who is she? The consult?" She asked. Dr. Webber hesitated. His eyes briefly touched Derek. "Dr. Erica Wakefield. She's the best there is, if she can't fix you, consider yourself a lost cause." He said before striding out of the room.

Meredith's eyes happened to be focused in the general direction of the Shepards when the consult was announced. Derek's face lit up like an overly lit Christmas at the mention of Dr. Wakefield. 'Must be a family friend' she mused to herself. Her eyes drifted to Addison, expecting a similar response. She was shocked when she saw that Addion's response was the farthest thing from elated. Truth be told, she looked downright livid.

Meredith sucked in a breath. Who was this woman who could cause such different reactions in two people…?

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