Author's Note:

So, here's the second chapter of the story!

I'm sorry for the wait but I wasn't feeling all too well the past week and we actually got some sunshine in my rainy and cold country so I didn't wanna waste it by sitting behind the computer as you might understand. I also would like to let you guys know that from now on the chapters will be about 3000 words instead of the 4000 in the first chapter. Those 4000 words in the first chapter was a large opening chapter and had to do with the build up to the cliffhanger at the end. So, from now on the chapters will be somewhat shorter than the first one but I always try to put in the quality.

I also try to update weekly but I can't promise you guys anything. I have a long vacation since the end of may due to my graduation from High School but I just got a job for the vacation so it can happen that I can't update every week but I will do my very best.

I also would like to refer you to my other stories: 'The One Decision You Will Always Regret' and 'Filthy Water'. I hope all of you will give it a try ;)

Also, many many thanks to my lovely readers and those who are so nice to leave me a review! I really appreciate it! It makes my day, really!

And a special thanks to my beta: tayababy!

So, enjoy the new chapter and don't forget to leave me a review with your thoughts about it and any suggestions or criticism! Can't wait to hear your thoughts! REVIEW! And you all know that reviews make me update faster ;)

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Isabel

Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy or its characters. I'm just borrowing them for my own fun.

Chapter 2: Nothing goes as expected

Then it happened. Their hands slipped from the metal and the piece of plane made an abrupt move to the opposite side, the side where Derek was pulling and came down with a loud thud. An ear -deafening silence followed before an heartbreaking scream filled the silent air.

"DEREK!"

"DEREK!" Meredith screamed as she quickly went to the other side of the plane and kneeled down. What she saw broke her heart to pieces. "Oh God, Derek!"

He lay there trapped, unconscious, a trail of blood forming a pathway down his temple. "Derek, please answer me Derek!" she cried.

"Lex, can you feel his pulse?" Mark asked as he lay down on the ground in the opposite direction. There was no one to blame for what had just happened. It was a stupid accident, nothing more than that. Yes, maybe Derek could have been more careful but they all wanted Lexie out as soon as possible so if someone was to blame, they all were to blame.

"I... I think so," she said and stretched out her arm to feel for a pulse. "It's there, only a bit weak."

"Okay, we need to get you two out of there now!" Mark said and stood up from to ground. He looked around him to see if there was anything that could help him to get them free, a big, strong branch to use as a lever maybe. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and a million thoughts ran through his mind. They couldn't die. His best friend and the love of his life weren't going to die. He wouldn't let them.

"Mark, what are you doing?" Cristina frowned as she saw him desperately trying to break branches from a tree.

"We can use a big branch as a lever to lift the piece of plane off of them and then we can get them out," he said out of breath from the heavy exercise.

"Mmm… you're smarter than I thought you were, McSteamy," Cristina winked and went back to where Meredith was still kneeling down. Tears were streaming down her face as Derek still wasn't waking up.

"Please Derek, I can't live without you, you have to wake up! Do you hear me?" she sobbed. "Please…" She squeezed his hand tightly to try and give him some pain stimulus but he wasn't responding. His eyes were still closed, the blood slowly dripping down his temple making her feel nauseous. She hated seeing her husband in pain, weak, battered. After the shooting it took her quite some time to give the painful memories of him lying in a hospital bed, looking as weak as he did now, a place. He didn't deserve it, none of them deserved this. Cristina was right by naming their hospital 'Seattle Grace Mercy Death'. Every year something happened to them and they all didn't know why. What did they do wrong?

She suddenly heard a loud snap and shot up to see Mark with a big branch in his arms, slightly bent over and seemingly gasping for air.

"Got... it!" he smiled as he tried to catch his breath.

He then composed himself and slowly walked back. He was praying for this to work as they didn't have a plan B. Derek's injuries were still unknown so they didn't know how he was doing and if he had any internal bleedings. But the one thing he did know was that they had to get them out of there as quickly as possible.

Is he awake yet?" Mark asked as he was securely placing part of the branch under the piece of plane.

"No, not yet," Cristina replied and looked at her person again whose tears were still flowing freely from her eyes. She was still mesmerized by the love her person felt for Derek after what he had done to her but the way he always leans against the nurses' station, the sparkle in his eyes and the loving smile that melts almost every girl made her forget all about that apparently. She was sure that she wouldn't fall for that. She had Owen, and although they weren't on great terms the last couple of months, she was sure her marriage was still salvageable and she would fight for it, no matter what.

"Mer," Mark said and she looked up at him immediately. Her eyes pleading for him to give her an answer, to say that he had found a way to get both her sister and her husband out. "I am gonna use this branch as a lever okay. We're gonna get them out of there Mer, I promise."

She nodded and looked over at Cristina who nodded in return. She needed that security, someone who could calm her nerves down and tell her that everything's gonna be alright. Cristina was that person and she was so grateful for that.

"It's gonna be okay, Mer," she nodded.

"I can't lose him Cristina…" she sobbed.

"You won't, Mer. You won't."

"But… he's... he's... trapped and… I don't know how... how he's doing.. and-"

"Shhhh... It's gonna be okay, Mer. Don't think about the worst because then that's all you will get, remember his words?"

She broke down in cries again at the mention of that sentence. He had said that so many times when they were trying to get pregnant and when all the crap came over them again. He always stayed so positive and she couldn't do it without him. She couldn't do anything without him.

"You ready, Mer? Lex?" Mark asked as laid his hands on the branch, ready to get Lexie and Derek out.

"Yeah…" Meredith replied softly and squeezed Derek's hand one more time before pressing a kiss onto it.

"Okay, on one…two…thr- STOP!" Meredith yelled suddenly.

"Derek? Derek, can you hear me?" she said as she saw the fluttering of his eyelids.

"Arghh," he groaned. He slowly opened his eyelids and his breath hitched in his throat immediately, as he didn't see the sky above him but the piece of plane. His breathing sped up and Meredith knew he had to calm him down; an accelerated heartbeat could only makes matters worse.

"Shhhh… Derek, it's okay," she said softly. A lie. They didn't know what was going on from the inside and she prayed to God that he wouldn't show any signs of internal bleeding because if he did, she couldn't handle it anymore.

"Where do you hurt Derek?" she asked; she tried her best to take in the situation a bit by looking at his facial expressions.

"My... my ankle..." he replied out of breath. "I… I can't move it."

She immediately diverted her gaze to his legs and saw that his right ankle was stuck. "Can you still feel your foot?"

"Yeah, It hurts," he grimaced and she winced at the sight of his face. The pain was etched across his face and she wiped another tear away.

"And… my... my chest," he said as he couldn't suppress another grimace.

"Mer…" Cristina warned.

She turned her head to Cristina, whose face was etched with worry. She knew what her person was talking about but she didn't want to think about it. She had closed that chapter, it was far behind her and she didn't wanna relive it again but she knew she might have to…

"Derek, where exactly does it hurt? How does it feel?" she asked, her tone serious despite her worries and fear. She knew she had to remain calm herself in order to get him to calm down too.

"My sternum…" he said while trying to calm his breathing down. "It hurts"

A million thoughts were racing through her head and she tried her best to get them all ordered. 'Okay, stay calm Meredith, stay calm' she thought.

"Okay, it's gonna be okay Der. We're gonna get you and Lexie out of here," she tried to reassure him, although she knew it wouldn't help much. She quickly turned to Mark and Cristina who knew time was running out.

"Derek," Mark said as he lay down on the ground to face his best friend, his brother. "You're doing great, okay. We're gonna get you out of here. I'm using this branch as a lever so hold on for me okay?" Derek nodded. "Lexie, you too, you're doing great so far sweetie."

"Wouldn't... wanna … disappoint you, Mark," she smiled slightly despite the pain she was feeling.

"You never do Lex, you never do," he smiled and then turned his attention back to Derek.

"Okay buddy, I'm gonna count to three in a bit and yell if the pain becomes unbearable okay?"

He nodded again, closing his eyes to prepare himself for what was coming. He knew the amount of pain that could greet him the moment Mark tried to lift the piece of plane but he tried not to think about it too much. He pictured Meredith, Zola and himself in the play room, laughing at their daughter who was staring with big bulging eyes at the big fluffy bear in the corner of the room. It was the first time she had seen a bear that big and she literally couldn't believe her eyes. 'Come on Zo, hug the bear,' Meredith coached her daughter. She smiled as she saw her taking a few wobbly steps. She took her first steps a few days ago and they were over the moon about it.

'Almost Zo, almost,' he smiled. He loved his daughter to death and he was glad he didn't miss out on such small but joyful things. Those small things in life made him the happiest man on the planet.

"Okay, one... two… three!" Mark yelled as he began pulling on the branch. "Arghhh," he grunted as his weakened body had to put in so much power to make it happen.

"Lexie, Derek, stay awake and talk to me," Meredith kept a close eye on the two of them.

Derek grunted as the heavy pressure on his body was getting lighter; the pain radiating off his chest was getting harder and harder to endure as the support of his chest slowly disappeared.

"Keep breathing Der, slow even breaths," Meredith coached him as she saw him struggling to breathe.

"It… hurts!" Derek cried as he pressed his eyelids shut.

"I know Der, just hold on, you're almost out," she said as a few tears were leaking from her eyes again. Her husband was in pain and she couldn't stand it. It wasn't fair.

"Lex, you still okay?" her sister wasn't saying anything, she was just staring straight ahead.

"Yeah, I'm good," she murmured. "It's just my pelvis."

Meredith nodded. Pressure that was once there, keeping everything steady was now slowly disappearing, giving pain all the room.

"Okay, I'm there, I'm there! Get them out of there now!" Mark yelled; he was struggling to keep the piece of plane above the branch. His arms were shaking and he didn't know how long he could keep it that way.

"Cristina, you pull at his pants, I have his shirt!" Meredith rushed to pull Derek out from under there as safely and securely as possible, making sure not to dislodge or displace anything.

"Okay, pull, pull!" Meredith shouted. Cristina was pulling as hard as she could with her right hand as her left arm was still securely in a sling, preventing it from any force on it.

"Arghhh!" Derek grunted as he was pulled from under the wreckage. His ankle throbbed and his breaths were coming out of his mouth with difficulty.

"Derek, Derek!" Cristina called his name as she was trying to get him to look at her face. His eyes were unfocused and wild as pain was flaring through his body.

Meredith was pulling Lexie out quickly as Mark was barely holding on.

"Got you, Lex," Meredith smiled as she moved her quickly from under the wreckage. Mark let go of the branch and with an immense force it came down again.

"I've got her," he said to Meredith as he kneeled down next to Lexie. "Go be with Derek, he needs you."

Meredith nodded and smiled at her sister before standing up and making her way over to Derek.

"Derek, it's gonna be okay," Cristina tried to reassure him as he was finally able to focus his eyes on her. His shortness of breath concerned her, as was the fear in his eyes. She had never seen fear in Shepherd's eyes and it honestly scared her.

"Mer," she said as she looked at her person who already had her hand intertwined with his, squeezing it every now and then to let him know she was there.

Meredith looked at Cristina and saw the fear in her eyes. She knew what that meant. It meant that it was bad, really bad…

"Der," she diverted her gaze to her husband again. "Talk to me okay, keep talking to me."

He nodded slowly and Cristina quickly grabbed the first aid kit she had gotten from the pilot's cabinet and picked up the scissors. She cut his scrub top and gasped at the sight that greeted her. His chest was swollen and covered with bruises, but what shocked her the most was the deformation of his sternum. She looked at Meredith again and saw another set of tears forming in her eyes.

"What... what's… wrong?" Derek asked as he saw the shocked and sad faces of both Cristina and his wife.

"Your sternum… it's broken," Christina laid her hand on his chest carefully to feel where the break stopped.

Derek grunted at her touch and Meredith squeezed his hand tighter. "Shhhh," she said and began stroking his hair. The curls were sticking to his forehead and the paleness was bringing back the memories of when he was laying on the operating table, a gaping hole in his chest…

"Okay," Cristina said when she was done assessing his chest. "Can you take any deep breaths?"

He shook his head and Cristina looked at his chest again, seeing his chest moving up and down rapidly, indicating most likely a pulmonary contusion.

"You haven't coughed up any blood, have you?"

He shook his head.

"Is your sputum watery?"

He shook his head again and she sighed in relief. It wasn't a severe contusion as far as she could see now, but she knew that they all had to watch him carefully since hypoxemia slowly progresses.

"Do we have any oxygen on the plane?" Meredith asked Cristina hopefully but she shook her head, looking at Derek sympathetically. He really didn't deserve this even though he had hurt Meredith multiple times. No one deserved this.

"It's gonna be fine Der, help will come," Meredith tried to muster a small smile. He didn't need them to be panicked too. He had to keep the faith, he had to hold on to the thought that help would indeed come, in time….

"Try to take slow deep breaths Der."

"I... can't," he was visually struggling for air.

"Yes you can. Watch me," showing him how to breathe. She knew she had it easy as her lungs weren't bruised and she was, in comparison to him, able to take in deep breaths. She saw the fear in his eyes and she had absolutely no idea how to take that away.

"You know, we could take Zola to the beach next week?" she said, trying to replace his thoughts with something nice, something to distract the pain and difficulty breathing.

"That… that… would... be... nice," he said in between breaths and a small smile formed on his lips, making a tear escape from her eyes. She knew they wouldn't be able to take Zola to the beach next week but it was helping him not to think about the now; the now which was full of pain and struggles.

Meanwhile Cristina was looking at Derek's mangled hand again; it was luckily still in the handmade splint, untouched by the piece of plane. His right ankle though was swollen and she suspected a fracture.

"Mer, do you still have the supplies for another splint?"

"What?" She turned around and looked at Cristina, who immediately gestured at his right ankle to point at what she was talking about. "Oh, uhmm… yeah I think so, it's in my suitcase."

"Okay, we have to get Derek and Lexie back to where Arizona and the pilot are; the suitcases are there and we can stay warm in the plane wreck," Cristina went to stand up. "Mark, we have to move them to where the others are, we can stay warm there and wait for help okay?"

"Yeah," Mark replied and stroked Lexie's hair one more time. "You're gonna be fine Lex. We will stabilize your pelvic fracture and we will live the life we have ahead of us," He smiled and kissed the top of her head, before yelling to Cristina that he was going to get something to move them.

"He's gonna get something to move Derek and Lexie, Mer. Help will come, I'm sure of that," Cristina was determined as she kneeled down beside Derek again. She was monitoring his breathing and was worried at the way he took his breaths, shallow and uneven, a result of the bone deformation of his broken sternum. 'Where are they?' She thought desperately as she referred to the rescue team…

"Doctor Hunt! The patient in bed three needs a consult," one of the nurses said as she saw Hunt walking past the nurses' station.

He sighed as he turned to face the nurse. Her name was Brittany and he usually always liked her but now he was tired and he just wanted to pack his things and go home. "Isn't someone else available, Brittany? I'm really tired today and I was planning to catch up on some sleep before going in early tomorrow morning. It's been a long day," he hoped she would give in to his request.

"Uhmm… yeah sure," she replied as she smiled at Doctor Hunt. "I'II ask doctor Wyczynski to do the consult."

"Thank you Brittany," he smiled as he started to walk towards his office to pack his things. "Good night."

"Good night Doctor Hunt."

"Arghhh," he grunted as he opened the door to his office. His back had been bugging him all day and he wanted nothing more than to just curl up in bed and sleep. He walked towards his desk and sighed at the stack of papers that still laid there. He sank down in his seat and started to sign a few papers when he saw that there were a few unread messages on the answering machine.

"Good morning Doctor Hunt, this is Doctor Sheehan from Boise Memorial, I wanted to double check when your surgeons were set to arrive today."

*peep*

"Doctor Hunt, this is Doctor Sheehan again, we have still no word of your surgeons; I'm going to check with the airport to see if the weather held them up."

*peep*

"This is Doctor Sheehan again; we're starting to get a bit concerned here."

He stopped writing when the last message ended and he looked at the answering machine, contemplating what had just been said. Thoughts and images ran through his mind and he looked at his watch. 10 PM. 'They should have arrived 5 hours ago,' he thought and quickly dialed Boise Memorial.

"Good evening, this is Doctor Hunt; I've received a concerning message from Doctor Sheehan. Can I speak to her please?" he asked the lady on the other end of the line.

"Of course, I'II put you on hold," the lady replied. He wanted to protest but knew it wouldn't help. He sighed and tapped with his fingers nervously on his desk. "Come on, come on…"

"Doctor Hunt, Doctor Sheehan here, I'm glad you got back to me."

"Any word on my surgeons yet?" he immediately asked her without greeting the doctor.

"Negative. I contacted the airport but they haven't received any emergency calls. They flew over an area with a weak signal, so the airport thinks that the plane changed course due to the bad weather but I think it's time to go look for them doctor Hunt. They should have landed here 2 hours ago even if they took a detour."

"I'II call immediately. Thank you Doctor Sheehan." he replied and hand up.

"This isn't happening. This can't be happening!" he said to himself, dropping his head into his hands.

"Cristina..." his thoughts went to his wife. He loved her so much and he needed another chance to make it all okay. He prayed to God that his wife and his friends were all okay. He couldn't lose everything again, not when he had just rebuild it…