Disclaimer: If I owned Grey's, I think you guys would know. My name is Emma, not Shonda!
Here's chapter four. I wrote most of it in the middle of my Modern History class. Don't blame me if the beginning sucks!
Blame the Vietnam War video we were watching!
Meredith Shepherd ran down the corridor of Royal Brisbane Hospital's surgical wing in her blue scrubs, shouting at the nurses in her way to move.
"What have we got?" she asked, reaching the room she was paged to.
"Well, you took your time, Grey," a man's voice called. A familiar voice. Still, she sighed.
"I'm married now; I don't answer to…" she stopped. "Wait a minute," Meredith turned around.
"Meredith Grey. Well, long time no see, Dirty Mistress."
"Mark Sloan! What the hell are you doing here?"
"He's with me."
Meredith turned around to see Addison standing at the door. "Addison? What? Are you two the new heads of department Doctor Hastings hired?" She was shell shocked.
Mark pushed himself off the bed to hug his friend, his presence making it seem more real.
Addison, arms bandaged, gave her new best friend a tender hug.
"Great to see you again," she smiled.
"What happened to your arms?" Meredith asked.
Addison sighed again. "The Florida bushfires burnt down our house. I was burnt trying to save something."
"Save what?" Meredith was puzzled.
"This."
Addison brandished a small wooden box.
Meredith opened the box, surprised to see Addie's old wedding rings, a dozen or so small teeth and the last full family photo that was taken in Seattle.
"I can't believe you kept all of this," she whispered, her awestruck eyes falling upon the portrait.
The photo in which she held Angie in her hands.
Seeing her response to the photograph, Mark broke the silence.
"We really need to take a new one of those," he whispered. Meredith looked up.
"But what about the Christina and Preston? Or Izzie and Alex, George, Olivia, and all of their children? How do we get them together?"
Meredith sighed again. Addie and Mark joined her on the bed.
They sat in a small huddle, comforting each other, and before long, Meredith started crying.
Addison hugged her while Mark patted her back, and the trio cried together.
Derek Shepherd was getting worried. Meredith was supposed to meet him in the canteen half an hour ago, and she still wasn't there.
Frustrated, he pulled out his mobile phone to call hers.
"Hello?" a groggy male voice answered.
Derek seethed.
"Who the hell are you? Where's Meredith?"
Suddenly the voice sounded wide awake. "Derek, shut up. Mere's asleep. Come to 2119 but be quiet."
The neurosurgeon was still seething.
"Fine, but you better have your pants on when I get there," he answered, ending the call quickly.
Derek was already running towards 2119, wondering why the hell she would be asleep there, with another man, for heavens sake.
"Whatever happened to 'forever and eternity'?" he muttered.
Silently seething, he passed through the open door, ready to kill the man, but stopped when he saw who was on the bed.
Meredith was lying there, curled up in someone's arms, but they weren't a man's. She was asleep with Addison.
The two were peacefully cuddled together, and Mark half asleep in an adjoining chair.
"What the… Derek?" Mark woke up to see his own best friend standing speechless in the doorway.
Instantly, Derek's anger settled.
"Mark! What are you and Addie doing here?"
Mark took a deep breath before answering. "We were called by a Doctor Adrianna Hastings last week, and offered a couple of positions here. You're looking at the new heads of Plastics and Paediatric Surgery."
As Mark stopped, the pair of sleeping women on the bed moved around before sitting up.
"Derek?" Meredith asked, still half asleep. "Addie's here, Derek. Mark too."
Derek smiled at his wife. "Yeah, Mere; and have you seen the time? We should pick up the little twins and go home."
"Where are you two staying?" Meredith asked the Sloan's.
Addison sighed. "We only flew in this afternoon. Carly took Indy and George to your place and we came here to meet with Dr Hastings while you were in surgery."
Meredith lifted herself off the bed, with the help of Derek, and the four of them stood together in room 2119.
"You can stay with us, we have plenty of room," Meredith said, her eyes not leaving Addison's. "I know our kids will love spending time with yours, and we haven't seen each other for so long, so you're more than welcome."
Mark and Addison smiled warmly at their best friends, their rescuers. "Thank you so much. Now lets go meet your, what was it, 'little twins'?
Derek smiled and Meredith giggled. "Yeah, Bailey and Beverly are our youngest, and their twins. So Ethan and Emma suggested we call them 'little twins' and 'big twins' to separate them easier."
It was Mark's turn to laugh this time, and together the foursome walked out of the room and off to the elevator.
As the elevator doors opened, revealing the admin floor, the only four passengers were overwhelmed with the loud fire alarm.
"What's happening?" Mark asked, watching all the people rush around. 'What is there that's important on the admin floor?"
Meredith gasped and ran out. "The day care centre! We have to get the twins!"
Sharing a panicked look, Derek, Mark and Addison ran off after Meredith, knowing she didn't deserve to lose more children after having already lost three.
Meredith kept running towards the centre, but was stopped just as she reached the admin desk.
"Doctor Shepherd!"
Meredith turned around, annoyed that she was being stopped by some incompetent nurse.
"Yes, Nurse Gemma?" she asked, clearly not happy with the interruption.
"Doctor Shepherd, Miss Emily told me to tell you that she had Bailey and Beverly out in the carpark with all the other children…"
Meredith didn't even let the nurse finish what she was saying, already hurrying off towards the evacuation point she knew her two year olds would be safe at.
Addison and Mark ran towards the fire evacuation meeting point, leaving Derek on his mobile phone calling home.
"Meredith!" Mark called after the frantic woman.
Meredith Shepherd kept running, only stopping once she had reached Miss Emily and the class of children; including her two.
Reaching Miss Emily's group, Mark and Addison were out of breath, but still began checking the young children for injuries.
"What happened?" Meredith asked, once Bailey had been cleared and Beverly was being hugged by her aunt.
"Some idiot dropped a cigarette butt into a pot plant and it caught alight. Little Maddison Ashman was the one who found it; luckily she wasn't burnt!"
Meredith let out a deep breath she didn't know she'd been holding in.
"Thank you so much for looking after them," she breathed, taking Beverly in her other arm from Addison.
"Mere! Are the twins all right?" Derek called form behind her, shutting his mobile phone after ending the call.
His wife, holding a twin in each arm, turned to face him, her face tired but smiling. "They're fine. How's everyone else?"
Derek sighed. "I couldn't get through to Ethan, Emma or Amanda; they all have their phones on silent or aren't answering."
Meredith handed one of the twins to him, sighing in frustration.
"Why don't we surprise them?" Addie suggested. "Our troop will probably be there already but that won't matter."
"Yeah, and we'll order some take out before we leave; I don't know about you but I can't be bothered cooking tonight."
"Wait a minute…" Mark exclaimed. "You can cook?"
Mere turned around to face McSteamy.
"How do you think I raised nine children, Mark? On fast food? No, I learnt to cook while I was pregnant with Grace, which was not long after we moved out here. And the kids all played sport or danced or something when they were young, some still do, so I know how to raise my children."
Mark sighed. "Sorry, Mere, Just, the last time you cooked something for me I ended up with food poisoning, and Derek wasn't much better!"
Meredith laughed at the comment. "Yeah, whoever thought making chocolate cake would be that dangerous? That's what we have Izzie for."
Her last comment silenced the four. Their Seattle family was so far apart it wasn't funny.
"Yeah, Izzie made great chocolate cake," Addison whispered.
"We really need to get everyone together again, for old time's sake," Derek responded.
"Yeah."
Seven of the nine Shepherd children and three of the Sloan girls were gathered in the spacious living room, all plotting feverishly when they heard the automatic garage door open.
"Mum's home!" Kathryn yelled, running towards the kitchen door.
"Someone stop her!" Emma called, not looking up from the paper she was writing on.
The closest person to Katie, Indiana Sloan, grabbed the 5 year old, stopping her just as the door opened, revealing not only Meredith, but Derek, Addison, Mark and the little twins.
"Aunt Addison!" Emma yelled, noticing the red-head at the door with her parents.
Emma, out of all the Shepherds, was the child most like Addison Sloan. Her straight brown hair always beautifully styled, makeup perfect, manicure maintained and branded clothing sitting perfectly on her slim figure. But her personality came from her mother; down-to-earth, fun, mischievous and smart.
"Hey, Emmabear," Addison greeted, knowing her protégé loved the nickname.
Emma was the first female Shepherd Addison had the chance to spoil, and she did it not out of obligation to her ex-husband and his wife, but because Addie could see Em following in her footsteps.
"What took you so long?" Ethan called out, trying to break the private moment the women were having.
"There was a fire at the hospital," his mum replied. "We…"
"No," Ethan interrupted. "What took you so long to finally drag yourselves out here?"
Mark laughed at his bluntness. "Well, man, it's not always that easy. Atlanta and Arizona are still in Miami, doing their surgical internships, and Carly is in New York with her fiancé and she's still studying, and we only left because your parents' boss actually offered us jobs with them."
Ethan sighed. "You will be staying, though? I graduate in November. I expect the whole family to be there, and I mean everyone."
Derek chuckled at his son. "Well, Ethan, we'll see about that. But it has been a while since we've seen everyone, hasn't it?"
Ethan and Emma, as well as every other child old enough to understand the underlying meaning of what he was saying, looked at their father, or uncle, strangely.
"Reunion?" Andy asked. "George and Olivia; Christina and Preston; Izzie and Alex; Miranda and Tucker; AND their kids? All here?"
The four adults had the guiltiest looks on their faces.
"I knew it. You're all too smart for your own good."
Ok, I'm trying a whole 'colour' thing here. If it doesn't work, still REVIEW anyway.
Next chapter will be George and Olivia's story.
Obviously, the colour thing didn't work