I know, I royally suck as a writer. Don't hate, I'll update.

Three days later.

"Any update on Mark?" Meredith stared at the plate containing the lunch she wasn't hungry enough to eat.

"He's recovering well, last I heard. He'll be out by the end of the week."

"That's great." Meredith said unenthusiastically. It wasn't that she didn't want Mark to recover, they were all waiting for his health to improve before the funeral. It was all starting to sink in for Meredith. She was living in a hotel by the hospital with Zola and Derek. They both had decided to give it sometime before returning to a house that now seemed too big.

"Well, Robbins is doing great." Alex broke the silence. "Stats are up and she's expected to leave sometime tomorrow." He was the only one at the table actually eating. It was easier for Alex to consume away the the crash, his life had become a cycle of eat, work, eat, sleep, eat and so on. Alex let out a laugh. Cristina and Meredith gave him a confused look.

"It's just, if Lexie were here right now, she would be shoveling peanut butter cups faster than we could buy them." For the first time in forever, the trio laughed. Then, like a switch, they stopped. Meredith put a hand to her mouth, embarrassed. She felt as if it wasn't right to laugh with out Lexie. Here she was, laughing at Lexie's expense, while she laid four floors below her in the morgue. Meredith got up without looking at Alex or Cristina, and left. Alex shot a saddened glance at Cristina. "She'll get through this." Cristina responded. "We all will."

Two days later.

Derek stood on the wet grass facing Lexie. One arm was wrapped around Meredith's shoulder, the other in a sling. Meredith held a sleeping Zola close to her chest. It was a long ceremony. They didn't expect a two-year-old to stay awake, not even for her Aunt's funeral. Derek saw the priest's lips move but no sound came out. His mind was too far away to listen. Derek didn't think Lexie's death would hit him this hard until now. She was just his sister-in-law, not even a blood connection. No she was more than that. He chided himself. Lexie was his resident, student, protshe, OR companion, friend, sister. He loved her like any other sister he had. Derek thought about all the surgeries Lexie never got to see. "You were going to be a great surgeon." He whispered to himself. Derek wanted to picture the grinning Lexie he remembered, but all he could see now was her casket and the life she left behind.

"Let us all stand and bow our heads." The booming voice of the priest echoed in the graveyard. Meredith didn't stand up. She couldn't figure out how to make her legs move anymore. She was numb. The only conscious feeling she had was Zola's breath on her collarbone and Derek's arm rubbing her shoulder. Meredith eyes stayed fixed on Lexie's casket. She did not want to avert her glance for even a second. The guilt of leaving Lexie before her death pulled Meredith down like a weight. Now she would stay and make sure nothing would happen to Lexie. "I just wanna see her one more time." Meredith whispered so only Derek could hear. "Me too." He said sadly. Lexie's funeral had been a closed casket affair due to the damage her body endured from the elements and the crash. "She's gone" Meredith sobbed. "I know." Was all Derek could manage to say.

Mark and Arizona's wheelchairs sat side-by-side. Arizona was holding Callie's hand, stroking the egdes of her nails. "She's really dead." Callie said quietly to Arizona. Callie had become attached to Lexie in a way. She wanted Mark to be happy and Julia made him happy. But the thing was that Lexie made him a better Mark. And for that, Callie would be grateful. "She's dead." Arizona confirmed. Beside them Julia held Mark's hand, respectfully bowing her head in prayer.

Days after the crash, when Mark was still hold up in the hosipital, Julia came to visit. She knew that Mark was different, changed somehow. "I love, loved Lexie." Mark had said to her. "I know." Julia relpied sadly. She knew that Mark would never love her as much as he loved Lexie, but she still couldn't imagine life without him. Mark felt guilty letting Julia in when just weeks ago he was confessing his love to Lexie. "Lex would want you to be happy." Meredith told Mark. "It would tear her apart to see you lonely She would never want that for you." It was true that Mark would never love another woman as he did Lexie, but Julia was ready to settle down and understood the circumstances of their relationship. Mark need a companion, Julia needed a family. It can work. Mark reassured himself. Until I can be with you again. He looked longingly at his love being lowered into the ground.

April cried quietly into a handkerchief Jackson kissed her head lightly while tears of his own rushed down his cheeks. The crash had brought April and Jackson together in a ways. They lived together, worked together, and slept together, more than any couple should have. But they were happy.

"Lexie's gone. We're never gonna see her again." April sobbed. "We will." Jackson replied sternly. "You have to have faith." Jackson felt surprised. He never thought that religious April would ever need faith. She wasn't the same April he had fallen in love with. Somewhere along the way, April lost the skunk that made her different. There were some days, however, when she was distracted with a surgery or watching Jackson cook, when he could almost see the real April underneath all the sadness.

Alex was the first person to step forward and drop a rose on Lexie's casket. "I'll miss you Lexipedia. Give George a hard time for me eh?" The tough Alex Karev wiped tears from his cheeks. Lexie was just that good. Izzie strolled behind Alex, an identical red rose in her hand. "You saved my life Lexie Grey. You made me want to fight." She watched her rose plummet inside the hole then reaching for Alex's hand they left together.

Next, Cristina stepped in front of the hole. "Oh Lex. Number Four. You were never alone." She kissed the red rose and let it fall down to her favorite intern. Meredith and Derek watched as one by one, people who knew Lexie dropped roses on her casket. Meredith couldn't bring herself to do it and she was grateful that Derek never left her side.

Meredith and Derek stayed in the cemetery long after everyone went home. They watched as tons of dirt piled on top of their beloved sister. "Let's go home." Derek said after a long while. He kept his arm wrapped around Meredith's shoulder as they looked one last time at Lexie. "Can I have a moment alone?" Derek nodded and took Zola from Meredith's arms. "Take as long as you need."

Meredith knelt in the wet dirt. "I hate white chocolate. I know that's not a fruit, but I hate it. Um let's see. In fourth grade I won a contest for most accuratly draw picture. Uh. Cooking was always my worst subject in school. I used to play the piano when I was little. Actually it was Thatcher who taught me how to play. And as I sit here doing 'that thing with my hands' that you do to I am reminded of how much I love having you as a sister. So that's five Lex. Five things that will hopefully show you how much I cared for you. I'll never forget you Little Grey. You'll always be my sister."

Meredith stood off and brushed the dirt from her knees. She placed her red rose gently on Lexie's headstone and went to join her family while leaving a bit of it behind. The headstone read...

LEXIE GREY

BELOVED DAUGHTER, SISTER, SURGEON, AND AUNT.

MEANT TO BE FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS.

Okay so that's it! All done. If you have any requests, I plan to do a one-shot series surrounding this story. Like Meredith cleaning boxes and such. Review please!