Title: The Best Laid Plans
Authors: Sara and Lizzie
Rating: T for violence, language, maybe sex
Disclaimer: Obviously the show does not belong to two college girls.
Summary: An OR gets taken hostage by a love struck woman whose fiancé is dying. Meredith gets caught in the cross fire, and no one is safe. But, it's all in the name of love, right?
Author's Note: Yea, it's a cliché, but we're obsessed and back to writing game, so feed our egos and review. If you like this story, our newest, post Season 2 finale, "Keeping The Faith" plays along these lines, except we made poor Meredith get abducted in that one. Check it out? REVIEW, please?
There was silence in the security office as the implications of what Addison said set in. She herself felt it, more than ever now. It wasn't just an inkling she had. It was no longer irrelevant jealousy. It was tangible now. Real, and right in front of her face. And now she had two burdens to shoulder. He could die. And he still didn't love her anyway.
"He went after her?" she repeated. "What the hell is he thinking?"
She realized there was no sympathy coming from any of the interns, and was actually grateful when the uncomfortable silence was pierced by a nurse flinging the door open.
"Chief Webber!" she cried, panicked. "We've got patients crashing!"
He nodded. "I've got crews regenerating minimal power to each individual grid. It won't be enough for light, but it should get the machines working again. Until then, have everyone do whatever they can." She nodded, and disappeared into the blackness.
Dr. Webber steeled his resolve and turned back to face the doctors in the office. "Preston and Miranda, I need you two out there. Do anything and everything you can do."
They nodded and followed suit of the nurse, Burke squeezing Cristina's hand before he left.
"What about us?" Alex asked. The chief looked at the remaining five.
"I can only ask that you all stay here, and pray. I'll let you know the second I know anything." With those words, and an almost mythical sense of calm and power, he too, was gone.
Addison looked at the faces staring back at her. One was ice cold, steely. Two were anxious and one was soft. Izzie attempted a small, sympathetic smile in Addison's direction, and she tried to return it but could only sink into a chair and drop her head into her hands.
Izzie looked tentatively at her friends, who merely shrugged as she sat down next to Addison. "Are you okay?" she whispered.
Addison shrugged. "He could be fine."
"She could be fine too." Izzie said in a tone that was obviously to convince even her that she was serious.
"It's just..." Addison started, and then realized who she was talking to. She shook her head, brief moment of vulnerability gone.
"He loves her." Addison's eyebrows hit her forehead. "What?" Cristina demanded belligerently. "We're all thinking it, I might as well just say it. He went after her. He loves her."
"What the hell?" Meredith said out loud. She shook her head. "This can't be good." She looked up into a beam of light, coming from a flashlight Rachel had produced from her bag. Meredith's eyes narrowed.
"Rachel, what's going on?"
"It's none of your concern." She said quickly. She looked around. "Get him ready to go."
"Who was on the phone? You know this a hospital? A hospital that needs power?"
"Shut up. And get him ready to go."
Meredith raised her eyebrows. "I can put him in a chair, but the IV's need to stay attached until they're all in his system." She thrust a paper bag that Bailey had brought in Rachel's direction. "Here. Instructions are included. Make sure he takes everything. If he does, he should be fine."
Rachel's hard expression softened. "Thank you Dr. Grey." She whispered. Meredith almost smiled at the irony of it. If this girl, who didn't look much older than she was, hadn't held her at gunpoint for the last few hours, they probably could have been friends.
Meredith couldn't even hold it against her. She would do the same thing if it were Derek.
Derek headed for the hallway he had left Meredith in hours ago. It was eerie to see the hospital this dark, this desolate. Derek could barely see his own hand in front of him as he felt his way through the hallway.
He wasn't afraid; he wasn't concerned for anyone except Meredith. Getting to her was the one unifying idea that was keeping all of his cells in line. He just kept moving closer to that OR.
Meredith was almost secure enough to feel confident. Josh was awake, he was in a wheelchair, and he was talking to Rachel. His vitals were stable, his IV was still going. She had saved him. She almost smiled.
Maybe she was going to walk out of here just fine. The only thing making her uneasy was the problem that her landline connection was broken, and the cameras were down. She was alone, save for her cell phone. She really wished that she could just close her eyes and go back to ob-gyn with Addison.
Narrowed eyes of her ex boyfriend's wife and screaming babies seemed like paradise compared to this. No, she wished that she was sitting outside with a cup of coffee, and that Derek had still kissed her anyway, even though she wasn't in a life or death situation.
And on top of all that, she really hoped that she didn't get SARS.
These musing were interrupted by someone dropping out of the ceiling. Meredith jumped, but Rachel merely rolled her eyes. "Meredith," she said, like they were old friends, meet my brother, Charles. Tech genius who cut the power to your hospital."
Oh. It was all becoming very clear to her now, and she was starting to get angry. "You cut it all?" she demanded.
He grinned. "I'm good at what I do, babe."
Her eyes narrowed. "Don't call me babe." She said in a stony voice. "And do you realize that there are people on life support in this hospital? There were people getting surgeries in this hospital? If any of them die which is likely, it's blood on your hands, Charles." She said, spitting out his name.
He shrugged. "Chill out, babe."
She was about to retort when the door swung open, and Rachel's makeshift barricade collapsed inside the room.
"Who the hell is that?" Rachel asked. Meredith couldn't see her well, but she could just make out the gun swinging towards the door.
"Meredith?" came a familiar voice.
"Derek." She breathed, relief washing over her.
Rachel laughed. "Oh Jesus, this is beautiful."
Meredith shook her head. "Rachel, I saved him. He's fine. Let us go." Derek used the sound of her voice to edge toward her until he could see the outline of her body. He felt for her hand and gripped it in his. She squeezed it tightly.
"Not so fast." Rachel said, nonchalantly, as if nothing were at stake. "There's still the small matter of the three of us getting the hell out of here, unscathed and not in handcuffs."
"There's a door a few yards away, Rachel. You should know that."
"And I'm sure you know that this place is swarming with cops." She said. "No. The only way we'll get out is if we have something, or someone they can't shoot."
Derek tensed. He pulled Meredith's body slightly behind his, without letting go of her hand.
"Come for a walk with me babe." Charles said, leering at Meredith.
Derek fought the impulse to knock his teeth in. Meredith placed her other hand on his arm, and he focused. "Look, just leave." He prompted Rachel. "We'll distract them, we'll do something." He stopped talking and shook his head. "No." He said, "Let me make a call."
He pulled Meredith over to the corner with him. He leaned in close. "I'm going to pick up the phone. You're going to run like hell."
She shook her head. "I'm not leaving you here."
"Meredith, don't argue with me. I left you down here once, I won't do it again."
She opened her mouth to argue, but he kissed her to cut her off. A passionate, heart stopping, breath taking kiss that left her dizzy. "Besides," he whispered, "You promised me you'd be okay."
He pulled out his phone and nodded to her. She did what he told her to. She ran, and she made it out of the door. But something stopped her. Maybe it was instinct, or maybe she couldn't leave him, but for whatever reason, she turned back.
She turned back in time to hear the distinct sound of a fist connecting with a face. "Derek!" she yelled.
Cristina was fiddling with everything she picked up. She just picked up things, fiddled with them and then put them down. George paced. He just walked back and forth across the room. Izzie and Alex sat together, occasionally whispering. Addison heel tapped. She tapped the thin heels of her black Pradas ceaselessly against the floor.
"We should know something by now, shouldn't we?" George asked, breaking the silence. Alex and Izzie stopped whispering, Cristina stopped fiddling, and Addison stopped tapping.
"We should." Alex agreed. "But maybe nothing's happened to know about."
Izzie nodded. "We can, um, talk you know, right?" she asked hesitantly. "Before we all drive each other crazy?"
Addison smiled humorlessly. "Yes, Dr. Stevens. What do we have in common to talk about? How we all got to watch my husband kiss your friend? Oh, no, let's skip right to the part where he went out into the dark hospital after the lunatic with the SARS ridden fiancé and the gun to save your friend?"
Izzie smiled tightly, and they lapsed back into silence.
