A Fight to Remember

Our Last Kiss Pt. 1

January 2038 Seattle 

Bailey

A few minutes ago:

The bright lights of OR one sparked off of the stainless steel equipment as everyone gathered around a draped patient. An instrument was slapped in my hand. Wait, how did I become the lead surgeon? "Just go ahead," Sofia said, her dark eyes flashing over her mask as I held up a surgical drill.

"If you do that, I will throw you on the table and drill holes into your skull myself!" Rebecca yelled.

"Pfft, whatever..." Sofia rolled her eyes.

"Umm..." I looked down at the patient, in the stark OR, I could barely see. The light was too bright and flashy.

My mother stared back up at me, her eyes large and innocent, "Are you the doctor?"

"I-" I stuttered.

"Surgical royalty? Son of Grey and Shepherd?" an intern said over a bowl of gross mac and cheese as a crowd gathered in the gallery

"I told you not to save me!" Mom said, sitting on the kitchen counter. How did I get here? I wondered. "I don't want you to save me..." Mom muttered as she stabbed at her cereal, the brown flakes escaping from the bowl. She glowered at it. "Ugh, I hate this stuff. I want the other stuff..."

"Mom?" I stepped closer to her.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"It's me, your son, Bailey"

"What?" She giggled, "I don't have a kid... and she's Bailey." She nodded her head to the side and I followed her cue.

Chief Miranda Bailey suddenly appeared with a bowl of cereal . "I hate this stuff too," she scowled, handing the bowl back to me.

"A good day starts with a good breakfast," I said, but my voice was dubbed over with dad's.

Mom stared at me curiously over her spoon.

The Chief grunted.

Rebecca appeared, shoving a clipboard into my arms, "Rectals, Shepherd."

"But.."

"Bailey..." Zola appeared from the kitchen door. "Bailey," she stood right in front of me. Grabbing my shoulders, she shook me. "Bailey, wake up!"

"Muh..." The kitchen faded away until all I could see was Zola's annoying face. "Zo..."

"Wake up!" She shook me harder. I swatted at her, "g'way," I mumbled. Sleep... I was so tired.

Silence. My eyes closed, darkness fell on me... I sighed. Good, she went away.

And then I gasped awake with a cold shock of water right in my face.

"ZOLA!" I yelled, nearly jumping out of bed.

"Bails... you have to get up, it's Mom."

Sudden panic hit me. "What's wrong? Is it her heart?" I pulled the covers off and threw my legs over the side.

Zola touched my shoulder. I looked up, she was smiling but there was tears in her eyes. She shook her head, "No, it's... she's lucid. Like, lucid lucid. She wants to see you."

xxx

Derek.

"I can't remember... our last kiss." I said, staring at the woman of my Dreams. Meredith. I stepped a little closer. "The last time we were together and happy... I wanna remember it... but, I- Meredith, I can't remember." I said softly.