Hey! So, I've written other stories before, about other shows, but every time I read my stories after a few months of posting them, I hate them...so I delete them...impulsive, I know.

But, this is my first Grey's Anatomy story. I know it's angsty and sad, but you'll like it. Or at least I hope you will.

It's set in the future. Everything that has happened on the show has happened on the story too up 'til season 5 finale. Oh and George died, but Izzie didn't.

Anyway, on with the reading.

"Izzie! Meredith! Come on, we're gonna be late!" Alex yelled as he waited for them at the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Meredith said, hurried into the bathroom and slammed the door closed.

"Izzie!" He repeated impatiently.

"Ok, I'm ready, I'm ready, calm down," his wife said as she walked down the stairs. "What's with you today anyway?" She said jokingly.

"What's with me? Do you really think Bailey would like to see me being late at work after what happened yesterday?"

"Oh, come on Alex, we've all lost a patient once or twice before, don't beat yourself up about it. Besides, you found him, he's ok now," Izzie said reassuringly as she rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb.

"I know, but I don't think Bailey's gonna let me off the hook that easily. Besides, it's not like I want to be early, I just want to be on time, what took you two so long?"

"Oh, Meredith wasn't feeling very well and I was helping her out."

"Where's Shepherd? Isn't he supposed to help her with stuff like that?"

"He had an early surgery. And, she's my friend and I'm here, why not help her? Geez, I don't even want to imagine how you'll be when I'm the one with the morning sickness," she said with a chuckle as she gently placed her arms around his neck.

"That's different. You're my wife," he said and pecked her on the lips. "I have to do it," he joked and she smacked him on his shoulder. "Besides, I thought Meredith didn't have morning sickness."

"I know. I guess it was too good to be true. She puked all morning, so I got her some crackers for breakfast," he nodded in understanding, but as he looked down at his watch he started to lose patience again.

"What the hell is taking her so long? Grey! Grey, come on, we're waiting for you!" He yelled but got no answer. "Grey, if you're not feeling well, then don't go, but don't make us be late!" He sighed in frustration which made Izzie chuckle. He looked at her with a fierce look on his face.

"Fine, I'll go, you stay here," she said with half a smile.

Izzie climbed up the stairs and headed towards the bathroom. "Mer! Meredith, hurry, Bailey's gonna kill us! Or at least Alex will," she said as she knocked on the door, but she heard nothing coming from the bathroom. "Mer? Are you feeling ok? If you're not I can call Bailey for you if you want."

Still, no answer. Izzie tried to listen carefully.

Something wasn't right.

"Mer?" She whispered. And she heard a small and quiet whimper coming from inside the door. Izzie opened it quickly and saw Meredith looking as pale as a ghost, her eyes not really focusing.

"Meredith, what's wrong?" And she catch her just in time before her head hit the cold, white tile floor. "Meredith!"

She was just brushing her hair.

Just looking at herself in the mirror and brushing her hair, smiling happily at her reflection.

She wasn't really showing yet, not in any obvious ways. But she noticed some changes already happening. She just seemed rounder somehow. Curvier, even which she had never been before. And the truth was, that she liked it.

Besides, she had that smile that nothing or no one could take off of her face. She was happy. Still a bit nauseous, but she was going to have a baby with Derek and she was happy.

She was about to leave the bathroom when she felt it. A strong, shooting pain ripped through her completely unexpectedly. She gasped and sucked in her breath as her right hand flew to her low abdomen and she steadied herself with her left hand. Not the baby, please not the baby.

The pain passed, leaving behind a wave of nausea. She slowly sat down on the toilet. She was shaking. Her hands and legs were trembling. She couldn't really tell if it was from the pain or the fear.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror again and the smile was gone. Her eyes were filled with tears and an expression of pure, sheer terror was looking right at her.

"Grey! Grey, come on, we're waiting for you!" She could hear Alex yell downstairs. "Grey, if you're not feeling well, then don't go, but don't make us be late!"

She let out a shaky breath and tried to stand up, but another strong pain on her back and abdomen ripped through her once again. She gasped as she put both hands over her stomach right below her navel and closed her eyes. Please be okay, baby. Please be okay.

She opened her eyes and looked down. Her jeans weren't blue anymore. They were red. A deep, scarlet shade of red.

There was a knock on the door. "Mer! Meredith, hurry, Bailey's gonna kill us! Or at least Alex will," she heard Izzie say. She wanted to say something back, but between the nausea and the raw fear she was feeling she couldn't find her voice.

"Mer? Are you feeling ok? If you're not, I can call Bailey for you if you want"

She tried to stand up again. "Mer?" She heard Izzie whisper and she tried to answer back, but all she could get out of her mouth was a small, quiet whimper.

She walked towards the door just as Izzie came in, looking at her with wide, scared eyes. She tried to look at her, but she couldn't really focus. She saw her lips moving, but her voice was far, far away, as if she were in a dream. "Meredith, what's wrong?"

In a second everything went blank.

"Alex!" Izzie let out a panicked cry as she tried to put Meredith down without hurting her and put a towel under her head. "Come on, Mer, you're gonna be alright, open your eyes for me, Mer, open your eyes," she whispered quietly to her friend as she checked her vitals.

"What happened?" Alex said hurrying into the bathroom and looking down at Meredith and her red stained jeans. "Shit," he whispered and kneeled down next to Izzie. "Meredith? Meredith, wake up. Wake up, Grey."

"We need to get her to the hospital, come on," Izzie said as she motioned for Alex to pick Meredith up.

Just then she started to stir on the floor, moving slightly, moaning and mumbling incoherently. "Oww…mmm...the baby…it hurts…"

"Mer? Mer are you alright?" Alex said looking into her pupils.

She suddenly opened her eyes and they started to wildly roam around the room. She looked scared and panicky and Alex was sure that in all the years that he knew her and after all the crap she had lived through, he had never seen her so vulnerable.

"Blood, there was blood, and this pain, there was a sharp pain…my baby, how's my baby." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"How's the pain now, Meredith," Izzie asked.

"I'm not sure." She narrowed her eyes assessing her pain and she opened them suddenly, looking more scared than before. "It's crampy, I'm cramping," she said with a barely audible, shaky voice, knowing full well what that meant.

"Does it hurt if I do this?" He said as he pressed lightly low on her abdomen.

"Oww." Her eyes filled with tears.

Alex and Izzie shared a look that unfortunately didn't go unnoticed by Meredith, who felt her throat tighten finding it difficult to breath and her heart sinking deeply.

"Come on, we're gonna take you to the hospital. Do you think you can walk?" Meredith nodded as they helped her up, but as soon as she got on her feet she felt dizzy again and had to steady herself holding on to Izzie's shoulders.

"Here, I'll take her, go get the keys," Alex said to Izzie who ran down the stairs and went to get the car keys.

"You'll be okay, Mer, we're gonna go and take good care of your baby and you're gonna be just fine," he said as he carried her down.

That's it. I hope you liked it. I think I'm gonna write one or two more chapters if you did.

Please review! I really need encouragment to keep writing!

Thanks!