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.

And thanks for supporting us giving Addison a personality. We're not trying to make her a sympathetic character or a big bitch, we're just trying to portray how she would realistically act in this situation.

Also, not everything in this chapter is as it seems. Only the truly observant will get it.

Finally, we love you guys.

Addison mentally pulled herself together. She wiped her eyes, stood up and fixed her hair. She opened the door to the closet, and making sure no one was coming down the hall, left the closet, setting a course for Derek's room.

By the time she got there, she had pulled herself together and calmed down. She was ready to see her husband, regardless of what state he was in. She opened the door to his room, but was not ready to see Meredith sitting next to his bed and clutching his hand like her life depended on it.

"Dr. Grey." Addison said, her tone a lot sharper than she intended. Meredith's head snapped up, and she didn't hesitate before vacating the bedside chair. She simply sank into a chair near the door.

Dr. Bailey was passing by Dr. Shepherd's room when she heard Addison's voice ring through the hallway.

"Dr. Grey, I'm sorry. But, I need you to leave."

"No." Meredith said, her voice leaning toward hysteria. "No, Addison please don't do this. Let me stay. Please, I can't just leave him, I mean he…" she swallowed and looked her in the eye. "I have to be here."

Addison's eyes flashed with anger. "No! You don't have to be here, Meredith!" she said, her voice rising. "I'm his wife, so I have to be here. You need to leave because he doesn't love you!"

Dr. Bailey couldn't take it anymore. She swung the door open. "Dr. Shepherd!" she barked. "Get a hold of herself."

"I want her out of here." Addison said calmly.

"Addison." Dr. Bailey said. "She's not hurting you. After what she's been through, let her stay."

Meredith stood up. "No." she said. "Thank you, Dr. Bailey, but I'll just go." She hurried out of the room, and Bailey shut the door after her.

"What the hell was that?" she asked Addison.

"Miranda, I just can't do this." Addison said. She could hear how tired she sounded. "I can't have her in here. When I see her all I see is what happened. He's going to die Miranda. It will be a medical miracle if he doesn't, and it's because of her."

"She didn't ask for it. She asked him to go." Bailey said.

"But he didn't. And why? Why risk your life for someone you're just friends with? Someone who's just an intern?"

The question hung between them, and Bailey shrugged. "I wish I knew." She got up to leave. "And he's not going to die."

Addison watched her leave, and sat down next to Derek. She tried to focus on him, tried to look at his face, but all she could wonder was whether or not he would wish she was Meredith. Tears clouded her eyes again as she stared at the monitor that was showing his blood pressure.


Meredith waited for Bailey to round the corner. "Thank you." She said. "You know, for trying."

Bailey looked at her, really looked at her. Took in her lifeless eyes, her flat, emotionless tone. "You're welcome, Dr. Grey." She said, her own tone much softer than it normally was with her interns.

"Dr. Bailey," Meredith started, her eyes filling up with tears. "What are his chances? Is he going to, you know…."

"Grey, you listen to me. He is Derek Shepherd. He's full of himself and arrogant as all hell, and he'll pull through just to see the look on your face when he wakes up."

Meredith wiped her eyes and nodded. "Thank you, Dr. Bailey." She said. "I'm gonna go."

"Grey, you should eat something." Her resident called after her.


Meredith plunked a tray down and settled in with her friends. "Why aren't you with Derek?" Izzie asked immediately.

"Addison kicked me out." She said. "Freaked out, actually. And then she kicked me out." She started to try to eat the food on her tray.

"How's he doing?" Alex asked.

Meredith sighed. "The same. Vitals are fine, stable. But if he doesn't wake up in seventy two hours, it's pretty much over."

"Are you okay?" George asked. Meredith sighed. Sometimes these comforting questions bothered her. Sometimes the looks of pity on their faces were too much, but today, she didn't mind it. She was actually sort of glad they were all around.

"I'll be fine when he wakes up."

"Then what?" Alex asked. "I mean he said he loved you, right?"

Meredith nodded. "Yea, he said that."

Cristina looked around the table, reached in her pocket and laid a twenty in the center. "Twenty says he leaves McWife."

Izzie shook her head. "Double or nothing he leaves her within twelve hours of waking up."

There was a pause, and finally, George and Alex were in too. Meredith was surprised that she actually laughed.


But she wasn't laughing the next night. As she prepared to leave the hospital, it was early. Not even eleven o'clock yet, but two days were gone. If he wasn't awake by late evening tomorrow, it wasn't likely he would ever wake up. Meredith hovered by his room.

"She's in surgery." Came a voice from behind her. Dr. Webber. Meredith looked at him, and he nodded, so she figured that was good enough, and slipped into the room. She sat tentatively on the edge of the bedside chair and touched his face.

"Don't think you're getting away from this easily, Derek." She whispered. "This is so not over. I kind of like having you around. I need to have you around. Just wake up, okay?"

She stood up, leaned forward, and kissed his forehead, and left. She cried as she drove herself home.


Meredith heard the unmistakable sound of a flat line. Before she could register any of the implications of that, the code team was rushing by her. Rushing by her toward Derek's room. She followed them.

"Dr. Grey, give them room!" Bailey said, trying to keep her out. It was no use, though. Meredith was in the room as they pushed epi, charged to 150, charged to 200, charged to 300.

She was there when the code team started manually pumping his chest. She was there, through all the noise and chaos, but all she could hear was the flat line.

"Time of death, 3:42 AM."

She heard that too.