The Funeral

Her fingers slowly drum against the cold airplane seat. She hadn't been back to seattle in years. But tears were brewing on the tips of her eyes. Mark Sloan had died. She was once in love with Mark. Though things had changed now. She had a wonderful boyfriend and an amazing son. So why was she so upset? This airplane made her extremely nervous, considering Mark had passed due to a plane crash. Amelia Shepherd's soft hand grasped her's. She had not realized how tightly she was holding onto the seat.

"Hey, Addie. It's going to be alright," Amelia whispered. Even though her voice was strong and soothing you could see pain and fear looming in her eyes from miles away.

"Okay," Addison mumbled to herself over and over again. Amelia handed her a stack of Medical journals to help keep Addison's mind off the tragedy that they were about to enter into.

Meredith Grey stood in the middle of Seattle Tacoma Airport. It took all of her might not to run out of the airfield.

Suddenly the back of the airplane was flying off. Taking her sister with it. Someone was screaming as they plummeted towards the hard ground.

The blonde woman shook this terrifying memory from her mind. All she could hope was that Addison and Amelia could find her through the mess of swarming people around her. Tapping her foot she looked down at the time. She had been standing here for fifteen minutes. Maybe I should move she thought as she repositioned herself nearer to the exit of the gates. After what seemed to be hours worth of time, or maybe just five minutes, a black haired lady approached her. A red haired lady became visible as they neared to her.

"I thought Derek was coming to pick us up?" Addison questioned as they swiftly exited the airport.

"He uh-" her voice broke quietly, "can't drive." The two women from Los Angeles stared at the brave blonde as she drove her car through seattle. None of the three women talked on the way to the house. The black car slowly creeped up the hill towards the house in the woods that Derek had built. Addison looked stunned at the beauty of it.

Derek really does love her she thought, I'm over Derek. And I was married to him. Maybe I just need more time to - get over Mark. She sighed knowing full well that that was not going to happen in the near future.

Meredith pulled herself out of the car, you could see from a mile away that she had not been sleeping well. She tugged at the hem of her black dress, pulling it down so it sat just above her knees. Her eyes darted, looking at all the cars that were parked outside of her house in mourning. She sucked in air as if she were gathering confidence from the air. Her black shoes clicked against the now concrete path. Extending her arm she twist the doorknob. Addison and Amelia pull their suitcases along, showing that it was acceptable for Meredith to enter. The room was filled with people dressed in black. Many of the people barely knew Mark and Lexie, maybe they worked with them at the hospital. Meredith stood on lingering in the doorway, her eyes scanned the crowd for someone she was actually friends with. Cristina laid on the couch, she was leaving for minnesota the next day and things with her and Owen weren't working out so well. Callie sat next to her, gently stroking her hair with one hand and holding on tightly to Arizona's hand. From her viewpoint she could not see Derek so she made her way up the stairs. Past Zola's room, she heard the small bounces of springs coming from their bedroom. Meredith's heart started to race. She didn't want to assume anything. But could it be a possibility? Her hand slowly glides over the cold doorknob. She quickly opens the door to find her husband sitting on the edge of their bed bouncing Zola up and down. His eyes are red and puffy exhibiting that he had been crying. She let out a sigh of relief, and placed herself next to him on the bed. Their daughter reached for her mother, and Meredith welcoming took Zola in her arms.

"Derek," She whispers, bringing his head up from the hanging position it was in, "We are going to be okay." Her voice was firm and knowing.

"Cristina is moving to minnesota, Arizona is minus a leg, I probably will never have full use of my hand again, and Mark and Lexie are go-" His voice breaks at this and he lets out a quiet sob.

"I know, I know," Her voice is pained now that he is talking about Lexie, "But we'll make it through okay? Your sister and ex-wife are here, let's go say hi to them okay?" She pulls her husband up. He weekly smiles and follows his wife out of their bedroom.