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 just sat there. She stared straight ahead, and didn't move.

"Mer, you really should be in bed." Cristina urged. No response.

"You're bleeding." George told her, gesturing to her arm. She looked down.

"Oh." Se said blankly, in a voice that conveyed no emotion at all. "I pulled my IV's out."

"Meredith, are you sure you're okay?" Izzie asked, reaching over and touching Meredith's arm. "Cause, you um, you don't look okay."

"And you shot someone." Alex said incredulously.

Meredith shrugged. "How long?" she asked. They stared at her. "How long has he been under?"

Izzie looked at the clock. "Pretty long." She said. "But that's good. A short surgery would be bad…" She trailed off uncomfortably. Meredith sighed.

"Charles and Rachel?"

"Both out of surgery. And handcuffed to their beds." George said. Meredith nodded, and opened her mouth like she might say something else; but instead, she just slumped over, leaned on her legs and stared straight ahead.


George, Izzie, Cristina and Alex huddled around the nearest coffee pots, close enough to make sure Meredith didn't kill herself, but far enough away so that she couldn't hear them.

"She looks…." Izzie trailed off, not able to find a word to describe her friend.

Cristina blinked. "She pulled her IV's out."

Alex looked at all of them. "Are you kidding? That's the least of it. She shot a guy."

They stopped talking, and looked at her. She was barely blinking. "She shot him." George echoed.

"She might have saved Derek's life." Cristina said.

"What if he doesn't make it?" Izzie breathed.

A cough a few feet away broke them all out of their reverie. "I have an emergency surgery." Addison said. "I need someone to assist."

They all looked at each other. Izzie, Cristina and George's eyes all slid to Meredith. Alex raised his hand. "You wait with her. I'll go."

"What if he doesn't make it?" Cristina repeated dubiously. She looked at Addison retreating. "What if he does?"


They were sitting with Meredith when Bailey appeared in front of them. "Grey." She barked. "Come with me. Now."

Meredith didn't say a word; she just got up and followed Bailey. They were striding down a hallway when Meredith grabbed her arm. "Dr. Bailey, if he's dead, just tell me."

"He's not dead, Meredith."

"Is he going to be?"

Bailey hesitated, eyeing the spot on her arm where her IV's were. "It's not great." She said. She led Meredith to a room, and let her in the door. Meredith stopped short, staring at Derek, hooked up to machines and IV's and a ventilator.

"It's a coma, isn't it?"

Bailey nodded. "The prognosis is good. We repaired everything…"

"But it won't matter if he doesn't wake up."

"He needs you to be with him." Bailey said, gesturing towards the chair next to his bed. "I'll give you as long as I can."

She left, shutting the door behind her and Meredith was left with the shell of Dr. McDreamy. She sat down next to the bed, and for the first time all day, started to cry. Really cried.

Sobbed actually. When she couldn't cry anymore, she took his hand, and held it in both of her own. "Don't think for one second that you can give up on me, Derek." She said out loud, to the gentle hum of the machines that were breathing for him.

"I love you." She said. "I love you so much. And I'm so sorry I didn't say it before. I wish you hadn't come down there, Derek. I wish you had left. But I'm glad I heard you say it."

She pressed his hand to her lips. "Because we've been through so much. And I love you. So this is nothing. It's just one more thing that we just have to get through."

She didn't know how long she sat there, after she said that, but she didn't let go of his hand. She couldn't. She just held it in both of hers, as if she pump her own vitality into him.

There was a knock on the door and the chief walked in. "Meredith." He said, coming over and putting a hand on her shoulder. "You handled yourself brilliantly today." She just sighed.

"Is he going to be okay?"

"Are you okay?" he countered. "That was quite the ordeal, Meredith. I'm worried about you."

"I'm fine." She whispered.

"No you're not fine." The chief said, squeezing her shoulder. "But you will be."

"And Derek?" she asked in a small, quiet voice.

"I know Derek Shepherd very well. And he's always been a fighter. Especially when it comes to you. So, if I know anything about the power of attitude and medicine, I know that it's only a matter of time until he's coughing up the respirator."

Meredith smiled. "Thank you." She whispered.

"Rachel and Charles were officially charged this morning." Dr. Webber said. "The District Attorney was here."

"Chief, am I, um, I mean, when I…" she trailed off, suddenly exhausted.

"The shot you fired was in defense of yourself and Derek. No repercussions." She smiled weakly and said goodbye.

She laid her arm on the edge of Derek's bed, laid her head down on top of it, and still clutching his hand in his hers.


Addison pulled her mask off and slumped against the wall in the scrub room. She saved the baby. And she didn't even care. Derek was probably out of surgery right now, and really, that didn't matter either.

Meredith's voice was ringing in her ear. 'He told me he loved me.' Derek told Meredith that he loved her. It really should not have been so surprising. Addison really should have known.

The way he looked at her, the way he went after her. The way he stepped in front of a bullet for her. The way he was willing to die for her.

She pulled off her bloody gloves, and left the room. She wasn't sure how to feel, having just received confirmation that her husband was indeed still in love with his… mistress, affair, fling, and love of his life, or whatever Meredith Grey was.

And the worst part was Addison couldn't hate her, because, really, she hadn't done anything wrong. She wasn't an adulteress or the catalyst. She was just a doe eyed intern who fell in love with her married attending.

In some bizarre, masochistic way, Addison felt sorry for Meredith. Actually felt sympathy for her. She had gotten over her head fast, and then it all flew out from under her.

The red headed doctor tried to shut her brain off. She wasn't going to make any sense after this long night of hostages and gunshots.

Even though her thoughts didn't make sense, they continued racing. Derek loves Meredith. He said it. Well, that was just perfect.

Great. Now she was not only thinking nonsense, she was thinking sarcasm. Addison sighed, ducked into the nearest empty room, which happened to be a supply closet, sank down onto the floor and cried.