First attempt at fanfic, please be kind.

Disclaimer: Don't own.

"Come on baby boy; let's go see your Mama and Auntie Izzie." Lexie says in a baby talk voice as she picks up the crying infant from his crib. She then grabs her handbag and keys, walks out to her car, and drives over to Seattle Grace.

As she walks through the hospital several people come over to her, look at the baby. One of those people is Dr Bailey, who is standing at the main desk when Lexie walks past. "Grey." She calls out to get her attention, Lexie turns around, and walks over to her.

"Good morning Dr Bailey, I'm just taking DJ upstairs to visit Mere and Izzie."

"Morning Lexie, how are you and Derek Jr going? It's not easy at first, is it? No sleep, constant crying, not to mention everything that happened." Miranda shuddered at the memory of why baby DJ was living with his aunt instead of his parents.

"He's been really good actually, better than I expected at least." She had been surprised when on his first night home he had only woken up twice, and in the weeks since he has only gotten better. Then she got onto her 'favorite' subject. "So million dollar question, any idea on when Meredith is being released?"

"At least another week. I spoke to her physical therapist earlier, he says that she's doing well, getting around better, and regaining her strength."

"Good, I really should get up there. I promised Meredith some time with him before physio. I'll see you around." Lexie takes hold of her infant nephew's hand, and gently waves it at Bailey. "Say bye bye baby." Lexie baby talks to him, making Bailey laugh softly.

Lexie continues up to Meredith's room, when she enters the room Meredith is sitting on the side of the bed, adjusting the two pieces of metal that have essentially replaced her legs. "Morning Mere. Look who's here to see you." Lexie sits down beside Meredith, and hands DJ to her.

"Hello my beautiful baby." Meredith says as she cradles her young son in her arms, he's a perfect miniature of Derek, sparkling grey eyes, and soft black hair. She doesn't take her eyes off DJ as she speaks to Lexie. "He really is amazing, isn't he Lex?"

"He is Mere." Lexie says as she looks at her baby nephew. She then turns to Meredith. "How are you doing today?"

"I was just about to go down to physio." She pauses. "Are you coming with me?"

"Sure, but you know that's not what I meant, how are you doing?"

"It's hard, but I'm doing fine. Take DJ so I can stand up." Meredith hands DJ back to Lexie, and reaches for her walking frame. As she pulls herself upright Lexie moves to her side.

"Mere, you're not fine. No one is fine after what you've been through, what we've been through. Derek died, George died, Alex might as well be dead, Izzie's stuck in a wheelchair, you're..." she motions to Meredith's prosthetic legs "...this, and I'll always have scars. No one is fine Mere." Meredith starts to sob; Lexie helps her sit back down on the bed.

"I just...it was my fault...I shouldn't have started it...it's my fault." Lexie gently wraps one arm around her older sister, while holding her nephew with her other arm, they just sit there as Meredith cries. In a twisted way it was Meredith's fault. Some protest group found out about the clinical trial deaths, they had threatened her and Derek for weeks before they planted several explosive charges in Meredith's house. They set them off in the middle of the night, only Lexie managed to get out before the house collapsed.

"Mere, calm down. We can't change what happened, we just have to try to get through this, make the best of this horrible situation. Now let's get you down to physio, otherwise you'll never get home." A minute later Lexie helps Meredith stand back up, and helps her down to the physical therapy ward. When they enter the room they immediately see Izzie sitting in a wheelchair at the back of the room, one of the therapists is helping her do some exercises, they walk over to her.

"Hey Iz." Meredith greets her, quickly taking a seat on a nearby bench, worn out from the effort of using the prosthesis'.

After a moment Izzie looks up at them, her face is streaked with tears. "Hi."

Her therapist Jodie stands up. "I'll give you guys a minute; just call me when you're ready to get back to it." Jodie walks away to assist another patient.

"Can I hold DJ?" Izzie asks as her pain subsides from agonizing to a dull ache.

Lexie hands DJ to her, staying close in case she isn't able to hold him. "Here you go." Lexie helps Izzie position DJ in her weakened arms.

Meredith's therapist Tim walks over to them. "Good morning Meredith, Lexie, Isobel. I see you brought baby Derek in with you today, how's he going?" Tim asked warmly, he had a way of making people feel completely relaxed, even in situations that would probably end up being painful for them.

"He's perfect." Meredith says as she glances at her young son.

"Are you ready to get started Meredith?" Tim enquires.

"As I'll ever be." Tim helps her stand up, and leads her over to a set of parallel bars to begin her session.

A moment later Jodie walks back over to Izzie and Lexie. "Shall we continue now?" Izzie hands DJ back to Lexie, and resumes the painful exercises as instructed by Jodie. Lexie sits quietly watching her sister struggle to walk unaided. Eventually she leaves the room, deciding to go sit with Alex for a while, she owes him that much. If he hadn't pushed her clear of the falling debris she would probably be in a similar situation to the rest of her housemates.

As Lexie enters Alex's room, he has been on life support since that night. They all know he wouldn't have wanted this, but no one can find his family to sign the DNR papers, and none of his 'hospital family' can do it. She sits down in the chair left there by the nurses, and gently takes hold of his hand. "Hey Alex, it's Lexie." She paused for moment, looking down at DJ. "I brought DJ with me, you never got a chance to meet him, but he's Meredith and Dr Sheppard's baby... I can't believe I'm still coming here, I know you can't hear me." Lexie lays her head on the bed beside Alex's hand, and cries heart-brokenly, he shouldn't be stuck here, he could have saved himself, left her inside, but now here she was sitting beside his hospital bed, knowing that he would never recover.

Should I continue, or not?