I'm back guys! This semester has kicked my butt. About halfway through my laptop crashed and I lost all of my files, including my half of this chapter. Then I just didn't have the motivation to write, but I finally got it back :) Finals are next week so hopefully I will be back to updating this story more often :)

I decided to change up points of views for this chapter, hopefully you'll enjoy!

Maggie's POV

"I got the bleed, but it was way worse than the scan showed. We won't know anything till she wakes up." Amelia stayed softly. I hear Meredith sigh, and I feel her. It's a long enough wait through surgery, and to wait for the patient to wake up to know for sure they did it correctly? It's hard.

"So, you don't know if she is going to be okay or not?" Nathan asked, sounding mad.

"We won't know till she wakes up." Amelia repeats.

Nathan turns around to Meredith and steps toward her. "You. You did this to her! We won't know till she wakes up whether or not she will be okay or not, and that's all your fault! You are the reason we are here in the first place!" He yelled.

"Nathan, it's not the time or the place." Owen whispered.

"You did this to her! It's all her fault! She is the reason Megan had to come to the hospital, and have another surgery! Brain surgery at that! I want her gone!" He raised his voice a little higher.

I could see Meredith biting her lip and fighting back tears. That last part he said was obviously all she could stand, as she darted out of the room, leaving all of us in shock.

I blink a few times, trying to process everything that just happened. Without even thinking about it, I grab my purse and swing it at him, hitting him hard in the shoulder.

"Ow! What was that for? And do you have bricks or something like that in there?" He says, grabbing his arm.

"For being a complete ass, and no I don't, but I wish I did." I snap back.

"Whatever, I'm going to sit by Megan's bedside."

"No, no you aren't." Owen steps in, now recovered from the shock of what just went down.

"What do you mean no?" Nathan asks.

"I warned you."

"Warned me?" Nathan repeats.

"I warned you about Meredith. Not to hurt her. And guess what you just did? You hurt her. She ran away crying for heaven's sake! I won't let you see Megan till I know Meredith is okay. Maybe even longer, depends." Owen fires at Nathan.

"You can't do that."

"Watch me."

"She's was my fiancé, that's not fair."

"Hints the 'was'." Owen fires a low blow, but is seems to work.

"Fine. Whatever. I will see her soon. You can't keep me from seeing her forever."

"No I can't, but you know I'm gonna try like hell." Owen says with a smirk.

Nathan grabs his jacket from the chair forcefully and quickly makes his way out, leaving Owen, Amelia, and I alone.

"Amelia, Owen, you guys should sit with Megan and make sure someone is there when she wakes up. I'm going to try to find Meredith, she couldn't have gone far." I say, hoping it will be easy to find Meredith.

"Alright, I'll call you with any news about Megan." Amelia said.

"Okay, and I'll call you when I find Mer."

"Bye." I watched as she guided Owen through the doors, and toward Megan's room. I sigh, not even knowing where to begin to look for Meredith.

I start by looking in nearby on call rooms. She often goes there when she's upset or just to get a break from the madness that is the hospital.

I knock softly before entering, and see a lump on the bottom bunk, completely under the covers and facing the other way.

"Meredith?" I whisper. When I get no response, I just repeat myself. After the second time of no answer, I lightly shake the lump, hoping to get a response.

The lump jumps up, startled with his eyes wide. "Maggie?" he asks, turning his head slightly to left.

"You're not Meredith." I let out a grunt.

"Obviously."

"Well I didn't know that before when you were wrapped up in the blanket and facing the wall." I inform him.

"Whatever, I'm a resident who works to much and needs some sleep, so it'd be nice if you'd leave."

"Well, since you are a resident, you have to do what I tell you."

"Well what would that be?" He slid to the edge of the bed, stretched and put his shoes back on.

"I need you to find Doctor Grey. Something happened, and she isn't answering her pages. I'm going to run to her house, but I want you to search every room in this hospital."

"Do I at least get to know what happened?" He asks, as he slips into his lab coat.

"That's none of your business." I snap. I sigh, knowing that it was rude to snap on him for no reason. "Just page me if you find her. For helping me, I'll let you in on a surgery of your choice."

"That's a deal." He sticks out his hand to shake on, but I just look at it and try not to laugh. "I guess we aren't shaking on it." He shoves his hand in his lab coat, as he pushes past me and into the hall.

I plop down on the bed, and try calling her again. After several rings and no answer, I hang up. I sit in the silence, trying to figure out how I'm going to find her. About a minute or two later I pull out my phone again and begin tracking her, since she shares her location with me. It's not long before I'm in the parking lot, heading back to the house.

I park behind Meredith's car, and softly open the front door. I hear the kids' laughter coming from the living room.

"Damnit!" Meredith yells, and I turn toward the kitchen.

"Mer?"

"Maggie, I uh, hi." I try to read her expression but fail. I can see the dark circles under her eyes, her hair is pulled back in a messy bun and she is holding a spatula in her not injured hand.

"Are you-"I stop when my eyes spots what looks like an omelet on the stove.

"I'm trying to cook the kids brunch, but it's hard when you can only hold one thing." She chuckles, showing me her other hand, wrapped in a bandage.

"Here, I got it. You go make you some coffee and sit down. You look terrible." I grab the spatula and begin working to fix the omelet she was cooking.

She sits down with thud, and lets out a breath. "So I look how I feel huh?"

I quickly glance at her to know that she isn't joking. "Meredith-"

"I don't want a lecture. I know what happened wasn't my fault, but his words really felt like they had some truth to them."

"Meredith, all he said was bad things. How could they have any truth to them?" I flip the omelet, revealing a burnt side that Meredith had done. I grab a plate, put the omelet on it and place it in front on Meredith. "Eat. I don't want to know the last time you ate."

"I ate last night, at the dinner remember?"

"Well I didn't know if you had gotten to dinner before everything happened. And I really want to know what you meant when you said his words had some truth to them. You can talk to me you know?" I say, now sitting beside her.

"If it wasn't for me, she wouldn't be in the hospital right now. I know it was an accident but still, I caused it. I feel terrible that my little fall caused so much pain for so many people. I can't imagine what he is going through. Losing her for ten years, for her to start to get better then she gets injured again? He has got to be struggling with his feelings. I know I am." She took a bite out of the omelet, and just looked at me, waiting for me to respond.

"You are struggling with your feelings?" I ask.

"At of all that, that's what you decide to ask me?" She scoffs.

"Meredith, I want you to talk to me. Maybe I can help."

We lock eye contact for a moment, before she turns away and sniffles. "How can you help with my feelings? The fact that I think I'm falling in love with a guy who has a fiancée who just came back from the dead? Or that I'm struggling to suppress those feelings that I never thought I would feel again?" A watch as a tear falls slowly down her cheek.

"Meredith, it's okay to have feelings again. It's a part of life. And love is never perfect now is it?" I grab her hand and hold onto it.

"No it's not. It just never seems to be at right time."

"Is there a perfect time for love?" This gets to her. She looks up from the table.

"You're right. Why didn't I meet you sooner, you are full of good advice I could have used." She wiped her face with the back of her hand. "Thank you, for helping me."

"I wish I could have met you sooner, and it is what sisters are for, am I right?"

"Yeah. Could you finish making the kids brunch seeing as I'm injured and can't?" She gives me a half smile.

"Of course. So, what happened at dinner last night?" I walk back over to the stove, and start working on making the kids brunch.

"A lot of awkwardness. Like, a ton. Every conversation she tried to start just made it worse. She had asked how I know Owen, which is through Cristina. If you didn't know, they were married. She asked how I knew Amelia, and I said she was my sister, then it went onto more awkwardness as the night went on."

"So, that dinner definitely wasn't worth it." I move to the fridge to get more cheese.

"Well there was one thing."

"One thing?" I ask, intrigued.

"It was Nathan." She said plainly.

"Nathan," I paused, wondering if it was just more awkward conversation with Megan or was there something more. "What happened with him?"

"Well, I had left the room, because of something that was said. But I didn't leave the room completely, I just stood around the corner and listened to their conversation."

"Go on." I give her a quick nod, wanting her to continue.

"He said he loved me." She stated.

I whip around to look at her. She was no longer looking in my direction, but looking down at the plate, pushing what is left of the omelet around. "He said that?"

"Yeah."

"Well, you have to give me more details than that. What did you do? What happened after that?" I question, eager to know more.

"I ran to the bathroom. I didn't know what to do or say. Everyone thought I was in a bathroom anyways, so I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to hear that."

"Ohh. So that's why you are struggling with your feelings."

"Yeah, I guess so. I just didn't realize he had such strong feelings for me."

"Just because he has those strong feelings, doesn't mean yours have to be that strong. If you aren't ready to say 'I love you' yet, then that's fine, Meredith." I say, even though I haven't been in a really serious relationship, so I don't completely understand where she is coming from.

"But that's the thing. My feelings are strong. I just keep trying to push them away because he has a fiancée."

"Meredith..." I trail off.

"I know. It's an impossible situation to figure out what to do. Well, not anymore at least."

"Not anymore?" I ask, unsure what she was talking about.

"Remember in the waiting room? There was definitely hate in his eyes, not love."

"Meredith, he was mad. Just because he got mad, doesn't mean his feelings for you are gone. He probably regrets what he said. It was all in the heat of the moment."

"So you think that even though he is mad at me, that he still loves me?" She asks.

"I remember when I first got here and you and Derek were always at odds. You were mad that he took the job at DC, but you still loved him, correct?"

"Yes, but-"

"But nothing. This is a different situation, but same concept. His feelings are still there. You should talk to him about it when he cools down some." I finish up the plates of food, and place them on the table.

"Okay." Is all she says, before eating her last bite of omelet. "Zola, Bailey, Ellis, it's breakfast time."

"I can keep an eye on the kids. You should shower and get some sleep."

"You wouldn't mind cleaning up the kitchen would you? I don't think I can do that either." She said as she stood up.

"Yeah that's fine. Let me guess, you are gonna do this to me all week huh?"

"The surgeon said I couldn't do anything till I get the stitches out." She shrugged. "And you know you have listen to a surgeon." She added with a wink before turning to leave.

I watched as the kids ran right into her, almost knocking her over. She squatted down and hugged all three of them before preceding to whisper something in Bailey and Zola's ear. The two of them and Mer looked over at me and started giggling. I felt like Ellis, as she had a frown on her from not knowing what was going on.

Meredith stood up, not before giving them all a kiss, and headed upstairs. Bailey and Zola stood staring at me and giggling.

"What are you guys giggling about?" I ask with a smile, and I put my hands on my hip.

"Aunt Maggie, did you make eggs for breakfast?" Bailey asked softly.

"Yes, I did. Now you all get over here and eat."

Bailey and Zola giggled harder as they walked over to sit down.

"So what did mommy tell you that was so funny huh?" I ask, curious as to what they were laughing at. Then again, it's probably something silly since they are still little.

"Aunt Maggie, you have egg in your hair." Zola stated, and Bailey started laughing.

I reached into my hair, and pulled out a little piece of egg. I couldn't help but start laughing with them.

Nathan's POV

I lift my wrist to look at my watch again. Still only afternoon. I pull my blanket up further to cover my face.

I know I can have a terrible temper, but I never thought I would let it out on Meredith. I realize now that she didn't deserve that. Now she was somewhere, upset. Somehow, within a few of hours, I've seem to have lost both of the women I love.

I grab the bottle next to me, open it, and take a big swig. I swallow roughly, not used to the taste. I flip around the bottle of Jack Daniels, looking for the alcohol concentration. When I don't find it right away, I give up, putting the bottle down.

I think back to the previous night. I had openly admitted I loved Meredith. She wasn't in the room when I had said it, but I had been wanting to say it for a while. I was waiting for the right time, and for Meredith to be ready, but then Megan came back, and that all changed. Now I probably couldn't tell her anyways. She thinks I'm pissed at her.

I once again check my watch, desperately wanting it to be night. That way, I could go to Meredith's while everyone was sleeping, so we could have a serious conversation. But only five minutes had passed since I checked the last time. I throw my head back and let out a groan. This day is taking too long. I just want to talk to her and clear things up. I grab the bottle again, taking a big gulp and force the liquid down my throat. I shiver as it goes down.

I check my watch again, becoming very impatient. This time, it had only been a minute since I last checked it. I decide that I cannot wait till later to see Meredith, that I will go see her now. It's around the kids nap time, so hopefully they won't be a problem.

I grab my keys and phone, and head to my car. It's only a few minutes before I'm pulling into Meredith's driveway. I notice only Meredith's car is here, and everyone else's who is usually here is not. That betters my chances of talking to her alone. I reach her door, and take a deep breath before knocking. I knock, not to hard just in case the kids are sleeping, but loud enough for her to hear. After a minute or two, I'm about to leave when I hear her say "Hang on a minute!"

I rock onto my heels, knowing she was coming. What would I say to her first? I should definitely start with 'I'm sorry'.

"Maggie, did you forget your key or something?" I hear her yell before opening the door in just a towel, water still dripping down her face. "You're not Maggie."

"No, I'm not. I just want to talk." I say softly.

"Talk? You want to talk after what happened earlier?"

Cliffhanger, as usual! Do you guys think they will talk it out?

As always, please review :)