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. Updates have been lax since we both began college, but we couldn't stay away for long. Please review. It's our heroin.

Meredith ran back into the room she had just come from. She burst though the door to see Rachel's gun in her face. "Don't move." Rachel instructed her finger on the trigger.

Meredith could hear the sounds of someone getting beat up, and she knew Derek wasn't the one throwing punches or well placed kicks to the stomach. "Let him leave." Meredith pleaded with Rachel, wincing as she heard Derek groan.

"Please Rachel," she begged. "I saved Josh. Let Derek leave." The sounds of Charles hitting Derek echoed in her ears. All of a sudden, dim lights flickered on and mercifully, the red light came on the camera. Even in the poorly lit room, she could see Derek was bleeding badly.

"You want him out?" Rachel asked. "Fine. Derek, you're free to go. Meredith will stay here with us."

Derek rose weakly to his full height and shook his head.


In the security office, the four remaining interns and the remaining Shepherd watched as the TV flickered to life, casting an eerie glow over the room. They watched in horror as Rachel tuned and hit Derek in the head with the gun.

Addison's eyes grew large as he hit the floor. "Get up, and go." Rachel instructed.

"Derek, just get out." Addison whispered to herself.

Derek staggered to his feet and headed towards the door, but stopped when he reached Meredith. He grabbed her hands and stood next to her. She turned to him with a few tears slipping down her face. "Please go." She said.

Derek coughed. "I am not leaving you here." He said. "They'll kill you."

She shook her head. "I'll be fine, Derek. You're hurt." She pleaded desperation evident in her voice. "Please just go."

He shook his head. "I can't." he touched her face. "I can't leave you."

Rachel shrugged. "That's sweet." She mocked, "But it's your funeral."

She nodded to Charles. "The chick is all yours bro." she said mockingly.

Derek stood in front of Meredith, shielding her. Rachel pointed the gun at him. "I advise you to move." She said. Meredith stepped in front of Derek, but it didn't stop Charles from delivering him a final blow to the face.

Derek landed on the ground, unconscious. Meredith backed away from Charles until she was against the wall. Charles lunged for her, grabbed her shoulders and kissed her.

Meredith wrenched out of his grasp. Charles just ginned. "Come on babe," he coaxed. "I won't tell your boyfriend." He said gesturing toward Derek. Meredith's palm connected with his cheek.

"Don't touch me." She said, leaning down next to Derek.


In the security office, they sat in stunned, horrified silence. Suddenly, the chief reappeared, along with Mike Carlington and two Seattle police officers. It was George who stood and said "Do something. Now."


Meredith felt relief wash over her as Derek's eyes fluttered open. "Are you okay?" she whispered. He nodded weakly. She helped him sit up, his body leaning on the wall for support.

"That was stupid, Derek." She whispered.

He held her hand to his cheek. "And if I would have left you here?"

She didn't answer, but instead felt Rachel's gun in the back of her head. "Get up." Rachel said. "We're leaving now."

Meredith got up and walked toward the door. "I'm sorry." She whispered to Derek. Charles pushed Josh out the door in his wheelchair, as the four interns, Addison, Chief Webber, Mike Carlington and two police officers appeared at the end of the lobby.

"Don't move." Rachel said. She cocked the gun and pointed it at Meredith's temple. Meredith closed her eyes and smiled weakly at her friends. The police had guns trained on Rachel, but there were only two of them, and Meredith was in front of Rachel.

Rachel was slowly backing Meredith towards the door. Suddenly she stopped walking. Addison gasped as Derek limped slowly out of the OR and put himself between Meredith and the door.

Rachel whirled around, yanking Meredith with her. She laughed. "Lover boy." She said in a patronizing voice. "You need to stop coming to the rescue."

Derek stood in front of the automatic door. "You're not leaving here with her." He said. "Leave with me. Leave with anything or anyone else here. Just don't hurt her."

Meredith struggled against Rachel's grip on her arm. "Derek, don't do this." She pleaded again. "Please."

"I'm not letting anything happen to you." He said forcefully.

Rachel looked between the two of them. "Jesus, Meredith. He loves you so much he's willing to die for you. That's sweet. But I'm leaving. And I've gotten attached to Meredith. And so has my brother."

She pointed the gun at Derek. "Move." He shook his head. Rachel shrugged nonchalantly, pulled the trigger and hit Derek in the chest.

Before Meredith could react, a bullet whirled from behind her and struck Rachel in the knee. She fell to the ground, her gun landing at Meredith's feet. Time seemed to move fast and slow all at the same time. Before she knew what was happening, Charles was inside again, kicking Derek in the stomach.

As he wound his foot up again, Meredith made a choice. Derek was badly hurt before. He had lost a lot of blood. He was bleeding out fast from the chest. He was going to die. Meredith picked up the gun, closed her eyes and fired. She hit Charles in the thigh and he hit the floor.

Before she could look behind her, more police officers came streaming through the doors. Meredith ignored everything and knelt down next to Derek, whose eyes were fluttering.

He grabbed her hand. "I love you." He whispered. Meredith checked his pulse with two shaking fingers. It was weak and fading. His eyes closed.

"I need a gurney!" she yelled in a voice that sounded unlike hers. And then everything went black.


Meredith opened her eyes to find she was lying in a hospital bed. She was still in her scrubs, but when she looked down, there were IV's in her arm. For a minute, she thought the last thing she had done was spend the entire day with Addison. But when she looked down at scrubs, she saw the blood on them.

Derek's blood. It all came rushing back. He told her that he loved her, and she hadn't said it back. She pulled the IV's out of her arms and left the room. She started moving, and moving turned into running. She ran until she reached the surgical floor.

Cristina, Izzie, George and Alex were all sitting in chairs. She stopped at the sight on their somber faces. Cristina was the first to look up.

"Where is he?" Meredith asked.

"Mer, you passed out. You should be in bed." Cristina said, eyeing the vein that Meredith's IV's had been yanked out of, but chose not to say anything.

"Where is he?" she repeated, her voice louder.

Izzie gave her the sympathetic look she usually reserved for patients. "Mer…" she started.

"Where the hell is he?" Meredith yelled.

They looked at each warily. "He's in surgery." Cristina said. "Burke, and Bailey and Chief are operating, so he should be…." She trailed off.

Meredith stumbled toward them and sank down in a chair. "How bad is it?" she asked. They were all silent again. "Please," she whispered, "Just tell me."

"It's pretty bad, Mer." George said. "He has a lot of internal injuries. He lost a lot of blood. There's some damage to the uh, the heart and lungs." Meredith closed her eyes, and when she opened them, there were tears leaking down her face.

"You know he told me he loved me." She said, "Right after he got shot. And I didn't say anything. Nothing at all."

No one noticed Addison move past them, looking a little more pale and stricken.