Title: Breathe
Authors: Sara And Lizzie
Rating: T for language, mild sex
Disclaimer: It would be nice to own grey's anatomy, sadly all we own are a lot of high priced shoes and handbags, and both seasons on dvd.
Summary: A month or so after Meredith's near death experience, tragedy strikes Seattle Grace again in the form of a robbery gone wrong. A hostage situation takes place in the OR. Nine lives hang in the balance as they wait to live, die, or just get blown up.
Author's Note: Here it is. Without further ado, the great escape.
REVIEW.
It's do or die,
No taking sides anymore.
She was clutching a scalpel in her palm. It was a ridiculous notion, that she would shatter the window with a scalpel, but Derek had insisted. Meredith secretly felt that having her hand cut by glass was the least of her problems, but she kept those thoughts to herself. Her legs burned from crouching on the OR table, but everyone had to be ready. When Meredith turned to see if everyone was in position, she felt eight pairs of eyes meeting her gaze.
They looked at each other, knowing this was it, that if they made it out alive, everything would be different. They could emerge from this room, not as mere colleagues, but as friends, bonded in a new way. The timer clicked down a few more seconds.
"Here goes nothing." Mark said.
Derek stepped close enough to the sliding doors to cause them to open. The gun swung toward him, but he plunged the ten blade in his hand into the gun man's arm. Derek twisted the blade, and as he hoped, the gun clattered to the floor as it's owner scrambled to remove the metal from his arm.
Derek kicked to gun across the floor and Burke pounced on it. He removed the bullets and pocketed them. The sound of shattering glass made Derek's head snap towards Meredith, and in the second he watched her, he was on the floor. Separated from his weapon, the guard had knocked Derek's feet out from under him, and lying on the floor, he could feel the guard's booted foot connect with his sides.
Meredith counted until she could see eleven masked men. "Go!" she shouted. She was on the ground in seconds. The room burst into a flurry of gunfire as the men in the gallery started shooting down, raining bullets into the OR.
Burke and Cristina fled the OR, followed closely by Mark who had scooped Addison into his arms as if she was weightless. Meredith's eyes landed on Derek at exactly the same time as Alex. She looked at the timer and paled, but Alex charged at Derek's attacker, tackling him to the floor and knocking him out with a few well placed blows.
Meredith rushed to Derek's side as he stood shakily. George and Izzie, hands clasped together, were waiting just outside the OR. Alex joined them and the three of them looked at Meredith. "Go!" she shouted. "Get downstairs!"
"Mer…" Izzie said.
"Just do it!" Meredith yelled. "Run!" She looped her arm around Derek. "Lean on me." She said. "And just keep walking." Halfway down the hall, she knew they'd never make it to the stairs in time. Seeing her only option, she opened the door to a linen closet and practically shoved Derek inside.
"Get down." She told him. She knocked the shelves to the floor, creating a little fort around them.
"Meredith, get out of here." Derek said urgently. "Run. You need to run. You can make it to the stairs."
She dropped to her knees in front of him and cupped his cheeks with her hands. "I am not leaving you here." She said. "I love you Derek Shepherd. And we are forever. Eternal or something. And nothing can change that. Not even death."
It was everything he needed to hear from her. Before he could respond, a blast pierced the eerie silence and instinct took over. He covered her body with his, and whispered that he loved her.
It was the last thing he said before unconsciousness took over.