Chapter 8: Don't Make this Go on Forever

A/N: This takes place right after: Walk on Water. I was going to do a chapter before this like a follow up from the last epi... so everthing is the same. George and Callie are married, Burke and Christina are engaged, the clinic was opened, and Mer and Der are on 'the rocks'...ENJOY!!!!

Derek helped the woman in the stretcher with numerous head injuries into the ambulance and barked out more orders before they drove away.

"Get this guy a CT and MRI ASAP. Get Dr. Miller on the case I don't care what else he's doing, get him on the case and tell him I said so!"

"Yes Dr. Shepherd."

"Ok GO!"

Derek slammed the door shut to the ambulance and banged on it twice to let the driver know to get going. Turning back around to the scene, Derek ran his fingers through his hair, trying to sort everything out that was running through his head. How could something he loved so much be so deadly? How could something that he and so many other people depended on everyday suddenly turn into a deadly enemy? How come everything in his life keeps on turning upside down in the blink of an eye? Suddenly, there was small tug at his jacket sleeve that brought him back to reality. He looked down to see the small blonde-headed girl that was with Meredith earlier looking up at him with her big blue eyes. Lowering himself to her level, a million thoughts began running through his mind starting with: Where the hell was Meredith?

"Hi." Was all Derek could think of saying to the little girl. But it didn't matter what he said, all the little girl did was keep on tugging at his sleeve.

"Ok ok you've got my attention. I'm now focusing on you. Now, where is that doctor you were with earlier?"

Still, the little girl said nothing, but instead of tugging at his jacket and she started to point over to where a guy was laying on the ground. Derek gave the girl a confused look.

"I'm sorry but…is that guy hurt? Does he need my help? Did that nice lady doctor go get help?"

The little girl shook her head and continued to point over to the man. Derek shook his head.

"Ok I'm sorry but I can't understand you. You're going to need to talk to me."

The little girl kept on pointing over to the guy, ignoring what Derek said. Sighing Derek looked over to the man and tried to figure out what the heck the girl was doing.

"Ok, can you take me over to the man?"

The little girl nodded and let go of Derek's sleeve, running over to the man. But instead of stopping beside the man she ran over to the edge of the dock and looked into the water, pointing down into it. Confused, Derek got up off the ground and walked over to the girl. Passing the man, he looked down to see an almost perfectly sutured leg. He knew those sutures all too well. They were the sutures of Meredith's work. His eyes traveled from his leg to his torso where a Seattle Grace jacket laid across it. Clipped onto the sleeve was an ID of Meredith. Starting to piece everything together, Derek slowly walked over the ledge, fearing what he was going to see looking into the water. He took a quick look at the little girl who continued to point down into the water frantically. Taking a deep breath he looked down into the dirty water. At first he couldn't see anything because of all the debris and blood but finally he could make out a figure. A figure he didn't want to see. A figure he knew all too well. A figure that as he looked at it, made his heart skip a beat. A figure that belonged to no one else but Meredith Grey floating lower and lower into the dark deep-water grave of the Pacific Ocean.

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Izzy sat inside the car garage of the slowly burning ferryboat. The emergency alarm was ringing softly in her ear. Shaking the annoying noise out of her head, she looked down onto her seizing patient. She didn't know what to do. She had done everything that she could think of and even more.

"Well what the hell are you going to do?" asked the man sitting on the other side of her seizing patient for the hundredth time that day.

Izzy couldn't take it anymore.

"OK COULD YOU SHUT THE HELLUP FOR ONE SECOND? SERIOUSLY! I'M A DOCTOR AND A SURGICAL INTERN! I'VE DONE ALL I CAN FOR YOUR FRIEND HERE! I'M TRYING TO THINK OF WHAT TO DO AND IT'S KINDA HARD WITH THAT STUPID ALARM RINGIN AND YOU! THE SEARCH AND RESCURE TEAM ARE OBVIOULSY TOO BUSY EVEN THOUGHT I TOLD HIM" bellowed Izzy jabbing her finger to the other guy kneeling next to Izzy. "TO TELL THEM THAT HE NEEDS IMMEDIATE CARE BUT THEY DON'T CARE! SO I'D APPRECIATE IT IF YOU'D SHUT THE HELL UP FOR THE TIME BEING SO I CAN ACTUALLY HEAR MY SELF THINK!"

The guy looked at Izzy and blinked a couple times.

"Sorry," he muttered. Rolling her eyes Izzy looked back to the guy whom stopped seizing. Taking a deep breath she began to think again. Suddenly it came to her. Looking down at the guy she tried to go over the procedure in her head. She'd never seen it before and only read about it but it had to be done. Looking from the tool kit to the guy she closed her eyes and tried to remember the textbook page word for word. Opening her eyes, Izzy took a deep breath and reached over to her tool kit and grabbed the drill. The guy watched her every move. Pressing the power button a couple of times, she took out a few screws and put them into the bit. Closing her eyes she again when over the procedure in her head. Taking one last final look at the guy, she put the drill to her head.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" yelled the guy. Izzy looked up at him and stared at him thinking about how to explain it.

"I-I gotta drill holes in your friends head if he wants to live." She whispered. The guy's eyes grew big.

"Oh no you're not putting that drill anywhere near my friend's head1 YOU HEAR ME!? YOU ARE NOT PUTTING THAT DRILL ANYWHERE NEAR RICK'S HEAD!"

Izzy sighed.

"I'm sorry but I have to."

Closing her eyes again, she started to do one of the hardest things that she's ever done in her life.

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"Dr. O'Malley I really need for you to tell me where my son is. I won't let Dr. Bailey here touch me with that knife unless I know my son is safe."

George held the mask up to his mouth. He didn't know how he was going to tell the lady that he still had not heard about her son and that he might be…dead. Closing his eyes, he walked over to her and bent down.

"I'm so sorry ma'am but…I've been trying I really have. But you need to understand how hard it is to contact Search and Rescue. At the moment it's pretty much impossible, even thought I am a doctor. Families are trying to find their loved ones too, but right now it's a needle in the hay sack scenario. I've tried but…I have not received word yet on your son."

The woman closed her eyes and sighed.

"Okay, well I'm not going to go into surgery until you tell me that my son has been found. I don't want you to lie I just want the truth. Please can you tell me when you find him?"

George nodded, trying to fight back to urge to yell at her and to tell her that she's stupid. Turning, he started to walk back towards the scrub room, only to be stopped by Bailey.

"You need to lie to her." She whispered. George stared at her.

"Dr. Bailey I-I can't lie to her. Did you see the way she looked at me? There is no way that I can lie to her. I promised her I'd find her son dead or alive and-"

"George stop it. This lady needs surgery and she needs it now or else she's going to die. You hear me? Die! I want you to go back into that scrub room for 5 minutes and then come back and tell her that you have found her son and that he is being transported here. You understand me? This is an order!"

George blinked at Bailey.

"Well what are you waiting for?"
"What if he's dead?"

"What?"

"What if I tell her that they've found him and that he's alive but really he's dead?"

Bailey sighed.

"George I don't know. All I know is that I'm not going to let this woman die if my life depends on it!"

George shook his head.

"I'm sorry Dr. Bailey but I can't break a promise. I've already done it once and I just can't do it again."

George turned and left Bailey standing at her spot, starting and wondering what just happened.

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Christina left the locker room fuming mad. How dare Bailey tell her that she couldn't go out to the scene. How dare Burke kick her off the Jane Doe case! How dare he tell everyone in the freakin hospital that they're engaged. Walking out into the courtyard where she flopped down onto the nearest chair. Today had been one of the worst days that there was; and she had gone through a lot lately. Closing her eyes, she tried to think about the worst case scenario. Burke could call of the engagement. Everyone could die and the patient's families could come after them in an angry mob. Meredith, McDreamy and/or Izzy could be dead. Shaking her head, Christina tired to get everything out of her head and focus on the positive. Suddenly, she felt a soft vibrate from her waist. Looking down she saw that it was a 9-1-1 from Burke. Sighing, she got up and ran out of the courtyard. Seeing him only a few hundred yards away, she slowed down and tried to look casual.

"Hey…you paged?" she muttered. Burke nodded.

"I've got some bad news." He whispered.

Christina looked up into his eyes. The dark-brown loving eyes that she loved so much. Now they were filled with concern and sorrow.

"W-What happened?" choked Christina. Burke shook his head.

"Mer-Dr. Grey reportedly fell off the dock. They don't know where she is and Dr. Shepherd is about to jump in and save her."

Christina blinked at him.

"What?" she bellowed. Burke looked taken back.

"What do you mean?"

Christina shook her head and turned and started to run away from him.

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?" shouted Burke. Christina stopped and turned around.

"I need to know where the hell Meredith is. I don't care whose going to stop me. She's my best friend and my person. If McDreamy is going to jump in and risk his life to save hers then…I need to know where she is and what her condition is." She yelled back, furious. Burke didn't try and stop her. He just nodded his head and turned and walk away. Turning back around Christina began to sprint towards the nearest phone, hoping that her best friend was still alive.

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Alex walked into an empty patient room and flopped down on the chair. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't let all those people into the ER with doctors running around trying to save people; they'd just make matters worse. It pained him not to know what the hell was going on. It made him frustrated that he didn't know where O'Malley, Izzy, or Meredith was. He didn't know that George was on the verge of lying to a patient. He didn't know that Izzy was about to drill a hole into a live patient's head. He didn't know that Meredith was sinking to the bottom of the ocean seconds away from being dead. All he knew was that Christina was suturing up patients and that HIS patient was going into surgery. HIS patient. He had to know how his Jane Doe was doing. HE had pulled the pylon off of her. HE had saved her from dying. Heck he had even saved her baby from dying. But what did he get? Not even a thanks. Just a 'go back and help families cope while us big doctors do all the work.' Sighing he couldn't' take it anymore. He had to know what was going on with everyone and his patient. Getting up he stormed out of the room determined to get in on that surgery and help save that woman's and her babies life just so he knew that he helped save one person's life that day.

And I don't know where to look

My words just break and melt

Please just save me from this darkness

Please just save me from this darkness…

A/N: Ya i love that song by Snow Patrol. I know this doesn't do ne thing after the show...but like i don't like...i write something down and then the opposite happens in the show. So this is my take on what's going to happen before ne one does ne thing drastic. PLZ REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3+ will get u another chapter after Thursday's epi!