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Present time

Addison enters the NICU, late in the afternoon, and she quickly strides over to one of the cribs. Tia, the nurse standing beside the crib, greets her. "Dr Montgomery."

"Hi, Tia. How's Susie going today? Any changes?" Addison enquires as she opens the crib, and begins to examine Susie Grey-Shepherd.

As she picks up a chart from the stand beside the crib, Tia replies. "She's improving, slowly, but there's definitely improvement. How much longer do you think she'll be here for? Dr Grey asks every time she visits."

"...Another month at least, depending on how she's going." Addison answers, then watching as Susie's tiny fingers wrap tightly around hers.

Tia smiles softly. "She's got a really good grip, doesn't she? Held onto me for almost twenty minutes yesterday before she got tired."

"Really?" Addison asks.

Tia nods as she jots down various details. "And she's gained weight."

Addison kneels down slightly, she's now on the same level as Susie. In a baby voice, Addison says. "That's so good, baby girl. You're getting so big now."

Someone clears their throat behind Addison. She straightens up, turns around, and comes face to face with Dr Webber. "Richard, I was just-"

Dr Webber puts his hand up to stop her. "I can't help myself either, she's just too cute to resist."

"Yeah, she is... now." The condition that she was in when she was born remains unspoken, the memory of her tiny broken body still horribly fresh in their minds.

Remembering the reason for his visit, Richard asks. "So, how's she going?"

"...Uh, good. Last set of scans looked good, and she's getting bigger, stronger. We've even been able to turn down the vent settings, today."

"That's great news." Richard says enthusiastically, his tone then turns somber. "I came to remind you that we're all going out to... Derek's land tomorrow, it's that time again."

On the second Saturday of each month since the explosion, they all go out to Derek's land, where they had had a memorial built, and buried Derek and George, to pay their respects.

Addison turns slightly as she wipes a tear from her eye. "Oh ...I'll be there. I can't believe it's been four months already, it still hurts like it was yesterday."

"Me either... me either." Richard replies, shaking his head in sorrow. After a moments silence, he asks. "How old are the twins now? I was sitting in my office this morning, and I just couldn't remember."

"Three months, give or take a few days."

The next morning, just before sunrise. Two cars, and a patient transport ambulance, come to a halt on the long gravel driveway leading to the memorial. Richard, his wife Adele, Mark, and Addison step out of the first car, while in the second car, Lexie unbuckles DJ from his carrier, and lifts him out of the car, Callie goes to the boot, and gathers the multiple floral arrangements in there, Christina steps out of the driver's seat, and quickly moves to help Meredith and Izzie out of the ambulance. Now that they are able to get out of bed, they have both been allowed to leave the hospital 'just this once'.

A minute later they are all gathered at the beginning of the walkway into the memorial. Mark is standing behind Izzie's wheelchair, and Christina has her arm wrapped around Meredith, ready to support her, both physically and emotionally. Everyone else files in behind them as they slowly walk to the memorial, as they reach the garden arch marking the entrance, Christina looks at Meredith. "You sure you're ready for this?"

"...As I'll ever be." Meredith answers through gritted teeth, clearly in pain from her short walk, but determined to stay standing.

They walk under the arch, and the memorial comes into full view. It's a beautiful, traditional English garden, on the cliff-top, the place where only months ago, Meredith had laid out hundreds of candles, essentially symbolizing their new life together. On either side of the garden, there are two stone benches, running parallel, and between the two rests a simple, yet elegant marble headstone, each intricately engraved, one reads:

In loving memory of

Derek Joseph Shepherd, MD

25 February 1967 – 14 July 2008

He will be deeply missed by fiancé Meredith,

children Susanna and Derek,

and all of his coworkers and friends.

His legacy will live on at Seattle Grace.

The other reads:

In cherished memory of

George Christopher O'Malley, MD

7 March 1979 – 14 July 2008

Beloved youngest son of Louise and Harold,

and brother of Jerry and Ronny.

Taken too soon, he will forever be in our hearts.

With Christina's help, Meredith kneels in front of Derek's headstone, and softly runs her fingertips over Derek's name, and crying freely she whispers. "I'm so sorry Der ...I love you."

Though her words are whispered, they all hear them. Christina guides Meredith onto a bench beside the grave, then sits down beside her. "You alright Mere? Do you want to go back?"

Meredith shakes her head weakly, and then leans against Christina, who holds her comfortingly.

Meanwhile, Mark brings Izzie's wheelchair to a stop at the foot of George's grave, the ground is still soft, and so the wheelchair can't go closer. Wordlessly, Mark moves closer to Izzie. He gently scoops her up, carries her to the bench, and then carefully helps her sit down, before sitting beside her, holding her so she doesn't fall. A moment later, Izzie looks up to Mark. "I can't... Please take me home."

Seeing the heartbroken look that is clear in her expression so often now, more than ever, Mark replies. "Of course." And without further pause, picks her back up, carries her back to her wheelchair, and wheels her towards the archway.

As they reach the archway, Adele calls out. "Mark, Isobel, where are you going?"

Turning back around, Mark replies. "I'm going to take Izzie back to the hospital."

Adele kneels down in front of Izzie. "Are you alright dear?"

Sniffling, Izzie says, half lying. "I'm tired."

Turning the wheelchair slightly, preparing to leave, Mark says. "Tell Richard that I'll take Izzie back, then send the transport back for Meredith, okay?"

"Sure, no problem."

Without further hesitation, or distraction, Mark pushes Izzie over to the ambulance, and helps the driver get her inside.

After allowing everyone a few more peaceful minutes, Richard calls everyone over to where he is standing in a decent sized pergola in the centre of the garden. By this time Callie and Addison have laid out the cut flowers around the pergola, and in vases at each grave, adding to the beauty, and tranquility of the garden.

Once everyone is assembled before him, Richard begins a speech that he has said three times before, only varying the number of months. "Four months ago on this day, we lost Derek, George, and Alex..." He adds Alex, because he would die if it weren't for machines. "And today we are gathered to remember them, and our lives together... Now, let's all take a moment's silence in their memory." Everyone sits, heads bowed slightly, in silence for a minute, and by the time everyone looks up, there aren't any dry eyes in the group.

TBC...

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