Hello readers, this was a very quick update for me but don't expect them to all be this quick. I am not to sure about this chapter. Perhaps its too much fluff. But anyway you can read it and let me know what you think.\

I hope you like it.

The hunger tore at her insides, the cold aching at her bones. Meredith shuffled in closer to Derek, the warmth from his body giving her comfort. She felt his hand as he stroked her hair, with his one good hand. She didn't know how much longer they would survive. They had almost given up hope now. It had been two days since Jerry died. Arizona was the only one really affected by his death. She kept saying that he had no one, and someone had to mourn for him. They presumed he died from an internal bleed he could have obtained from any number of his injuries. This frightened Meredith, as she knew there was no way to know whether any of them were slowly bleeding internally, and all she could do was hope for rescue soon. They had found some food early on, just a few bits and pieces which they could scarcely divided between the five of them. Now, there was nothing else to do but wait. They had run out of resources for possible medical use and all they could do now was make sure everyone was still breathing. So with no hope, no food and no medical supplies they wait. They huddle closely together now, trying to conserve what heat they can. They don't speak their spirits to damp from the trauma. Meredith could feel Derek's breath on her neck, and she tried not to focus on her reality.

"Zola," he whispered the word, through parched lips. Her heart began to melt and she could feel her insides aching with longing. "Zola," he whispered again. "We have to live for Zola." She merely nodded the tears beginning to form in her eyes. She gripped Derek's hand for comfort, stopping her tears. She couldn't cry. She had to stay strong. It was all she had going for her, because if she let go, even for a minute, she wasn't sure she would ever be able to stop.

Callie's heart almost stopped. She could not believe the words coming from Owens mouth. She couldn't help but think back to the promise she had made Arizona. She had promised never to leave her, and now it seemed like Arizona would be the one to break the promise. She let the tears flow from her eyes, she was so upset she struggled to breathe, and her sobs soon turned to loud gasps for air. Owen came to comfort her, she thinks, it all seems a blur now, but she pushed him away.

"Don't. I can't." She wheezed, escaping from Owen's office. The tears poured as she ran from the news she had just received. She wasn't sure how much more tears she had left, surely she had already cried a fricking ocean. But the tears stopped almost suddenly when she entered the main area with the nurses' station. Clearly news had travelled fast. Half the hospital seemed to be standing there - just standing there with their sad, sympathetic sob faces. She gave a little sniffle. Alex was there. He gave a little awkward motion with his shoulders before bringing Callie into an awkward hug. His eyes were buffy red, she supposed he'd been crying, but he'd never admit it. She gave him a weak little smile as they pulled apart. She could feel Owen's presence behind her.

"Alright, everyone," he called attention to himself. "We appreciate the support, and I am sure our surgeons out there know you are all here for them." They words pained him to say. "But we still have patients, so we need everyone back at work, Callie excepted, due to obvious circumstances." A few seemed to murmur in disagreement, mainly Alex, Jackson and April but eventually the crowd dissipated.

"Dr Hunt," Richard came up to Owen. "What's your course of action? How are we getting them home?"

"Honestly," he told Richard, trying to remain calm and together. "I don't know. I don't even know whether we will get them back. But I am in contact with Seattle Airlines who launched a search party a few hours ago. We should hear something soon." He sighed. "I don't know what else to do."

"Should I be thinking of Owen?" Cristina whispered to Meredith.

"What?"

"When you've been in a trauma, when you think you are going die, aren't you supposed to think about your loved ones?" Meredith said nothing. "I don't have loved ones, except Owen. He's the only the one I have – had she corrected herself. And I know we have been through all this shit but I should still be thinking about him, right?"

"I guess, if you miss him."

"I don't know. I haven't thought about him at all this whole time. And the first time I think of him is now, and that's only because I realised that I wasn't thinking about him." Meredith was silent. What was she supposed to say?

"All I can really think about is the hunger I feel wrenching at my insides." Meredith took Cristina's hand.

"You're thinking about what you need to. Owen is safe. He is not your immediate concern. Your concern is staying alive." She squeezed Cristina's hand in comfort.

Callie's hands were squeezed so tightly together she was sure they would turn blue. She didn't know anything else she could do. So she prayed. She prayed for Arizona and Mark, Cristina, Lexie, Meredith and Derek. She prayed for them all. Praying that they would be alright. Or at least return alive.

He picked the phone up on the first ring. He felt useless these past hours all he could do, was wait for Cristina. He would wait and surely she would return. She had to return.

"Dr Hunt," He didn't reply, waiting intently for the update. "Dr Hunt we have found your surgeons. "

Meredith held on tight to both Derek and Cristina's hands she could never let them go. And somehow at that moment they all seemed to come together. Mark touched Cristina's leg, so as not to hurt her damaged arm, Arizona held tightly to Marks hand reaching out to grab Derek. They held each other's hands and they no longer felt alone, looking to the sky, and praying to the gods for their lives. Some closed their eyes, and some just stared, and they hoped and they prayed and they waited to be rescued – together. As tightly as they held together they all quickly broke apart as the tornado of winds whirled around them. At first they thought they were hallucinating, dreaming a happy dream, but as the dream came closer and the winds grew fiercer they realised it was not a dream but a reality.

They were going home.