A/N: Thanks for reading & reviewing the first chapter. I hope you enjoy this one as well. It is placed two days before the crash. There is a flashback of the crash and then it jumps to the present. Hopefully you won't be confused.

Chapter 2

Two days before;

The doctors rushed frantically to work on the doctors who had been in the plane crash accident. Owen Hunt watched helplessly as they wheeled Meredith, Mark, Derek, Lexie and lastly Cristina through the E.R and into separate rooms. Screams, loud talking and doctors and nurses rushed around tending to the needs of the doctors. This was his fault. Owen Hunt; now Chief had commanded them to go on that damn plane ride to help on the conjoined twins case. How could he have known though that the plane was going to crash? Maybe he should have been more thorough? He didn't have time to worry about that now though. He quickly jogged to where Cristina lay on the table and watched the residents and interns work diligently on her.

" Meredith?" Calliope Torres called out to the unconscious woman. Her friend Meredith Grey lay there on the gurney, obviously passed out.

"Meredith. Can you hear me?" she called one more time but the blonde was un-responsive. Blood trickled from her forehead where a deep laceration was. She held Meredith's eyes open and searched them with her flashlight. There was little to no signs that Meredith was there, only her beating heart, which Callie was lucky was still beating strong. Hopefully it would stay that way.

The Latina orthopedic surgeon spent the next five minutes going over Meredith's injuries to see what the extent of them have been. Her forehead was obviously gashed open that was an easy fix, but Callie also noticed that her friend's tibia and radius were both broken. From what? Callie could not worry about that right now. She held her composure and kept searching the unconscious woman for more serious injuries.

Out of nowhere blood gushed out of Meredith Grey's mouth and ears. "Shit!" Callie cursed out loud. "She's got massive internal injuries. We're going to need to get her into an O.R NOW!" she shouted at whoever may have heard her.

An intern named Jo quickly scrambled out of the room, listening to her orders and came back as less than two minutes later. "O.R one is ready now Dr. Torres."

Callie's worried expression freaked the intern out. "Get her prepped. What the hell are you waiting on?"

You damn interns are so stupid sometimes. How did you even pass medical school? Callie thought to herself.

She paged the on-call Neurosurgeon into the OR with a couple of other doctors that were on staff. They weren't the most qualified doctors, no because they lay on gurneys themselves. She wasn't even sure if Arizona had made it out alive, but she couldn't worry about her wife right now. It was her job, as a doctor to save this woman's life. This woman; her friend. Once all the doctors got scrubbed in and ready they began the long surgery that was going to take place. Callie wasn't even sure of all the damage that was done, but she knew she had to get in there and she had to get in there now.

Flashback

"Meredith!" Derek shouted. "Where are you?" He was beginning to panic. Most of the doctors that had been in the crash were there, except for her. Where was his wife damn it? Lexie lay under the plane, her breath shallow and Mark lay next to her, hand in hand. Cristina sat there, her eyes wide and unresponsive. She was alive though. She was traumatized sure but she was alive. Arizona sat there her blue eyes glassed over with tears. She held her hand over her leg that had a piece of the plane obviously splitting her thigh in half. Derek wanted to help her. It was his job as a doctor to help a patient but he needed to find Meredith first.

Derek's hand had been stuck in one of the windows of the plane between a tree and another piece of the scattered plane and the only way he could possibly get out to help the others was if he broke his fingers to get himself out. Between the smell of the gas leaking and the pain he felt with each bone break was enough for a life-time, but he pressed on. It took all he had not to pass out from the pain the smell of the fumes from the gas. It took him at least an hour to break all the fingers because he took breaks in between them. He sucked in a deep breath and counted "1..2.. CRACK" He had been through more than this before in his lifetime though. A few broken fingers wasn't as bad as finding his wife dead somewhere.

"Fuck!" he had grimaced in pain as he broke the last one and yanked his hand out of the broken window. His wrist was cut pretty bad, but he tore part of his shirt and put it around it, holding pressure to stop the bleeding. He'd defiantly need a surgeon when he got back to put all his fingers back into place, but Derek Sheppard was not worried about himself. He wanted to find his wife and that's all he cared about.

The doctor shivered when he made his away around the wreckage that the plane had left. It was freezing outside, but it wasn't anything he wasn't use to. He pulled his coat around him with his left arm, leaving his right arm to dangle at his side. The pain was a lot to bear, but he did it. He did it for his wife. "Meredith? Honey, please answer me?"

Silence was all he heard. He kept looking. It was completely dark outside and the only light he hoped to find her in was that of the moons. It was shining bright tonight and he was thankful for that. He made his way around a tree and into the woods. The very intelligent doctor knew it wasn't safe to go out there yet he did it anyway. He heard a soft squeak coming from the other direction he was going in though and he turned around on his heel and ran as fast as he could muster to where it was coming from.

There; Meredith lay under a heavy tree branch. It was the tree the plane had obviously crashed into, causing part of the tree to fall. "Meredith!' Derek shouted. Meredith managed a groan but couldn't feel her lips for some reason to get anything else out.

"Oh Meredith." Derek cried as he ran up to his wife and took one of her hands. "I'm going to get you out of here. I promise."

Two days ago;

"I'm fine." Derek Sheppard yelled to the doctor that examined him. "Let me up! I need to get to Meredith!"

The doctor pushed Derek back down onto the bed. "Dr. Sheppard you need to have surgery. I'm going to page Dr. Torres as soon as she gets out of surgery. Now calm down before I have to restrain you."

Tears welled up in Derek's eyes. "Please? I need to see Meredith. I don't care about my fucking hand!"

He recoiled when he saw patients and doctors staring into the room he was held in. "I don't care about me. Please just let me see her!"

Owen Hunt witnessed this and he stepped into the room. "I've got this doctor." he warned, making sure the other doctor would get the hint and leave.

"As you say Chief." he huffed and rolled his eyes as he excited the room.

"Derek. You've got to calm down okay? This isn't helping either yours or Meredith's case."

Derek let a heavy, frustrated breath escape from his dry lips. "I'm trying Owen but I need to see her. You don't know what happened out there."

Owen nodded his head in understanding. "No, I don't Derek. What I do know though is that you need to rest and I've just been informed that Meredith is in surgery right now. Callie is working diligently to fix her internal injuries and I'm being kept updated. Would you like something to help you rest until she is out of surgery?"

Derek fought with himself for a minute, but decided that the best thing to do for Meredith and himself was for him to get a little bit of rest while the amazing doctor Torres finished Meredith's surgery and came to get him for his own, which he was sure would be hours from now. "Yeah." he responded and Owen shot a dose of morphine into his IV drip and watched as he faded into sleep.

_._._

"Damn it!" Callie shouted mostly to herself as she worked on the internal injuries that Meredith faced. "She's bleeding out. Jo get more towels. Damn it, hurry up!"

Jo rushed to Callie's side and packed one of the wounds while Callie worked as fast as she could to stitch what she had just worked on up. The Latina also needed to snap Meredith's radius back into place and cast her tibia too, but right now she worked to try to get the bleeding under control.

The monitor started beeping furiously. "Damn it. We're losing her. She's lost too much blood. Crash cart!"

Jo kept her hands in the wounds, watching as Callie raced to the other side to re-start Meredith's heart. "Charge to 150" she waited. "Clear!" Nothing. "Charge to 250." she waited. "Clear" Beep beep beep, the monitor sounded showing that Meredith's heart had started beating again.

"Yancey, what you got up there?" Callie raised her voice so the neurosurgeon could hear her clearly. He was older, but he was damn good at his job. Not as good as Derek would have been, but he would do for now.

"She's lost quite a bit of oxygen to her brain from her heart stopping. You've got to keep her heart beating." Callie did her best not to scream at the other doctor right then. Not like she wasn't trying or anything.

The next two hours went by and they had stopped all the bleeding and Callie had fixed the radius and tibia as well, but during surgery her heart had stopped two more times and they barely got her back.

"We can't do anything more right now." the neurosurgeon sighed in defeat. "Her brain needs time. Hopefully she hasn't lost so much oxygen that she doesn't wake up, but that is a quite possible possibility."

Tears welled up in Callie's brown eyes. How was she going to inform Derek that his wife may not wake up?

The Latina quickly scrubbed out of her surgery as her pager went off. She jogged quickly, nearly running Owen Hunt over.

"Chief?" she asked, her eyebrow raised. "You needed me?"

Owen didn't look her in the eyes at first. "Yes. How did Meredith's surgery go?' Callie hung her head in defeat.

"I was able to stop the internal bleeding but her heart stopped several times and Dr. Yancey said she lost a lot of oxygen to her brain that she may not wake up.

Owen sighed and shook his head. "Hopefully it didn't cause too much damage." he paused. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you are the only ortho on call and Derek in there needs four of his fingers put back into place. He needs surgery too."

Callie pleaded with him with tired eyes. "Can't it wait? I need some rest."

Owen frowned, his eyebrows coming together in a tight line. "It really can't Callie. A lot of damage has been done."

"But I need to see Arizona." Callie pleaded. "I haven't even made sure she even made it from the crash because I was so busy keeping Meredith alive."

Owen nodded in understanding. "Okay, but we are short on time Dr. Torres." was the last thing Callie heard before running off.

_._._

Now

"Lexie?" a familiar voice called. The brunette opened her tired eyes to see Mark Sloane sitting right there in front of her.

"Mark." she squeak out. "You're here."

Mark scooted his wheelchair closer and took one of Lexie's warm, fragile hands. "You're okay." he mumbled, tears gleaming over his eyes.

"Funny huh? Never would of thought." Lexie shook her head and chuckled.

Mark smiled at his ex-lover and tried his best not to let the tears fall. "I for sure thought you wouldn't make it. Hell I didn't think I'd make it either, but I did." Mark pointed at his cast. "Check it out. Lex. I'm not going to have sex for weeks."

Lexie laughed and sat up in the bed. "I'm really glad we're okay Mark." she paused and looked disappointed. Her mouth was in a frown and her eyebrows came together in a worry line. "Both of my legs are broke. I will be in a wheel-chair for a month or more."

Mark nodded. "That's not the worse that could have happened Lex. Just be lucky we are alive."

Lexie sighed. "I am." she paused and averted her eyes from his. "Did you really mean what you said out there?" she asked referring to him telling her he loved her.

"Of course Lexie. I am madly in love with you. I always have been." he stated matter-of-factly.

A smile crossed her lips, but then she frowned again. "But.. Julia."

Mark sighed heavily. "What about her? I almost lost you out there Lex. Julia doesn't matter anymore. I love you. I always have. I'm ending it with her."

A light smile crossed across the young female's face. "But Mark, she loves you. That wouldn't be right." As much as Lexie loved the man she didn't want to see him break another heart.

"And I don't love her. I never have. I've always loved you!" he nearly shouted.

"Okay." Lexie didn't want to argue any more. "If you say so."

Mark rubbed his finger across Lexie's soft skin on her hand. "Lex. I love you and we're going to be together. It's what I've always wanted and you can't deny that it's what you've always wanted either."

"I do want it. I do want you" she paused. "But I feel bad for her."

"Don't." Mark replied and tried to lean down to kiss her lips, but forgot about the cast on his neck. "Damn it. If I could kiss you I would, but I'm kind of stuck right now."

Lexie chuckled. "It's okay. Another time." She smiled for the first time since the accident. A real smile. One that lit up the room. Her brown eyes shone like they hadn't in a very long time.

A/N: Thank you for reading. This chapter lacked Arizona and Cristina scenes I know. Look forward to that in the next chapter and more flashbacks as well. Review as you wish. I always appreciate any comments or helpful tips.