Addison grabbed a coffee and sat next to Izzie at their usual table in the cafeteria. "Hey, how's your day going?"

"Boring," Izzie said. "Haven't had any real patients, just rounds on yesterday's surgeries."

Meredith sat down next to them with an extremely greasy and sad looking cheeseburger. "Hey, Iz, I'm treating your son's ex-girlfriend today."

"Really? What happened?" Izzie asked, tracing the rim of her soda with her finger.

"She tried to commit suicide," Meredith replied. "And her parents are…interesting. She's been here over twenty four hours and I have yet to even see her parents. I'm about ready to report them to child services. It's ridiculous."

Izzie shook her head in dismay. "She used to spend a lot of time with Doug to get away from them. Honestly, I didn't even know they had broken up."

Addison raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her coffee. "Teenager's lives are like soap operas sometimes. It's hard to keep up."

"Not with them," Izzie said, obviously surprised. "It seemed like they really cared for each other. I'm sort of amazed. More so that I didn't even know about it, you know?"

"She told me that Doug broke up with her," Meredith said.

"Why?" Izzie frowned.

Meredith shook her head. "You'd have to ask Doug. All she would tell me was that he said it wasn't anything with her, that it was all him."

"Oh," Izzie answered.

"I'm glad Lanie's not really into dating," Addison interjected. "I'm not ready for any of this stuff yet."

"Rich is too busy doing other stuff, studying and doing prep. He told me he doesn't want to let a relationship get in the way, that he had the rest of his life to fall in love. He threw something in about how no one falls in love in high school. He's probably right about that." Meredith took a big bite out of her cheeseburger, and giggled when Addison cringed at the grease dripping back down onto the plate.

"That's disgusting," Addison said.

"What?" Meredith asked, still snickering as she looked right at Addison and shook the burger over the plate to make more grease splatter on the table.

Addison began to laugh too. "Hospital food. Blah."

"Doug's been acting really weird lately," Izzie said out of the blue. "I'm worried about him."

"What's up?" Meredith asked.

Izzie shook her head uncertainly. "I'm not sure. He's been really quiet. This morning, I know he heard George and I fighting about him. And now this. I can't believe he broke up with Jodi…" She looked down into her lap, wringing her hands together. "I feel like I don't even know him anymore. The son that I know would have told me about breaking up with his girlfriend, and I knew nothing. I hate that."

"He's a teenager," Addison responded, giving her hand a squeeze. "He'll come back to you."

"Sure," she said, finishing off her pudding cup and throwing it away in the garbage can. "I sure hope so."

OoooooooooooooooooO

Doug leaned against the front door, feeling the weight of the chains in his hands. He wove one end of the chain through the front door, wrapping it again and again before locking it with a padlock. "Nobody's getting out," he whispered to nobody in particular. "Nobody leaves."

Running rapidly through the hallway, he made it to the door on the other side of the school and repeated the chaining process. "Nothing in," he said, "nothing out."

Walking back down the hallway, he stopped in front of the cafeteria. Doug listened to the screams inside as the second explosion ripped through the school. Shoving the chain through the handles, he sealed everyone in the cafeteria inside. "Nobody gets out," he whispered, too quietly for anybody inside to hear.

A teacher down the hall stuck his head out the door of his classroom as the roar of the second explosion hung in the air. His eyes lighting on Doug, he asked, "Son, what are you doing?"

Doug reached around his back and tugged on his gun sling, hauling his rifle up to action.

"Son, put the gun down," the teacher whispered. "Put the gun down." He held his hands up and took a few slow steps in Doug's general direction. "Nobody needs to get hurt here."

Doug focused on the man as he approached, holding the rifle steady. "Nobody gets out," he whispered.

"What was that, son?" the teacher asked quietly, taking another tentative step.

"Don't call me son," Doug said in a monotone, pulling his finger back on the trigger.

The bullet struck the teacher in the chest, and he fell backwards, seeming to Doug to be in slow motion. Doug fired two more shots through the open door of the classroom before stepping over the teacher's unmoving body and continuing on down the hall.

OooooooooooooooO

"What was that?" somebody yelled. "What the heck was that?"

Another sudden wave of sound rocked the cafeteria, and the windowpane that was nearest to Lanie shattered. Lanie hit the ground, rolling out of the way of the glass, as one of the girls behind her screamed.

"Lanie!" Rich cried out, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back beside the table with Cassie. "What's going on? What was that?"

Lanie shook her head rapidly, her eyes wide as she tried to take everything in. "I'm not sure," she stammered. "Why are you asking me?"

"I don't know," he answered. "I have absolutely no idea."

"It sounded like something was blowing up," Cassie stated, her voice trembling. "Like an explosion."

The lights in the cafeteria flickered twice and then went out. A crackling sound rippled through the lights in the ceiling as the emergency generator clicked in, and every third light or so came back to life. Students crowded at the window, peering out towards the student parking lot. "Oh my god," somebody whispered, followed by a lot of other mumblings and a general wave of panic. "It's on fire,"

Lanie pushed through the crowd and pressed her palms up against the glass, trying to see the parking lot clearly. Feeling her breath catch in her lungs, she pushed away from the glass and spun towards Rich. "Rich, there's a car on fire. There's a car on fire in the lot."

Students were pushing away from the window in waves, streaming for the door. Some of the kids were dissolving into tears, being moved along in the flow of people traffic by their peers. There was a clog at the head of the line, and Rich pushed through. "What's the problem? We need to get out of here," he snapped, pushing on the door. No matter how hard Rich pushed against the door, he couldn't get it to open. "It's stuck," he said, pushing on it again. "Somebody help me. Somebody strong."

One of the other boys stepped up to the door and they pushed on it together. "There's something on the other side," Rich said, stepping back in defeat. "It's not going to open."

There was a cracking sound in the hallway as Rich turned away from the door. "What is that?" Lanie asked, pushing closer to Rich.

"We need to get away from the door," he said, steering Lanie back towards the middle of the room. "Everybody!" he yelled. "We need to get back, get away from the door! We can't go out there."

"Rich?" Lanie said again. "What is it? What is it?"

There was a series of pops from the hallway, and a series of screams. Somebody next to Lanie started to sob, "That's a gun, it's a gun, it's a gun, oh my…"

The sound of gunshots moved away down the hall, and Rich said, "Everyone stay quiet. You all need to stay quiet." Most of the crowd around them sank down to the floor in shock.

OoooooooooooooO

Addison leaned against the counter down in the pit. "I want my patient moved up to a room for the night. She checked out okay, but I want to keep an on eye on her for the day just to be safe."

"All right," the nurse nodded. "I'll take care of it."

Izzie drifted up behind them, reaching around the counter to grab a chart off the computer monitor. "Is this my case?"

"Just leaning here," Addison smiled. "Contrary to proper belief, I do not know everything."

A beeping sound drifted up, and Addison lifted her pager up to peer down at it, just as Izzie's did the same.

"They're calling all attendings to the second floor conference room?" she frowned. "Do you know what's up?"

Addison laughed as they hopped into the elevator, repeating, "Like I said, contrary to popular belief, I do not know everything."

The two friends rode the elevator, hopping out into a crowd of buzzing attendings. Addison raised an eyebrow, slipping out to lean against the wall next to Meredith. "Something's going on," she said, turning to look at Addison out of the corner of her eye while maintaining her gaze on the rest of the crowd with the other eye.

Pursing her lips together slightly, Addison nodded. "Because I have nothing better to do than to sit in the middle of a crowded hallway. Not like I have patients or anything."

Filing into the conference room, precious few doctors got seats and the rest of them crowded the walls.

Dr. Thade, the chief of staff at the hospital stood up in the corner, the chief of surgery by her side. "I know that not all of you are in the specific surgery field. However, we do have a need right now for all hands on deck, so we want to keep everybody informed."

"What's going on?" somebody asked.

"There are reports of shots fired at the high school."