These are just a few scenes that my friend and I would like to have seen in the finale but didn't. I wasn't going to post them as separate chapters, but it's 3am, I started this at a weird time and should really sleep instead of write all of the others. They're not really going to be in any particular order and they probably won't be long, they don't continue from each other, consider them oneshots.

I'm not sure I like it, but the idea has been bugging me for ages so I figured I'd give it a shot.

1.

Meredith sat by Derek's bedside, watching as he slept. He'd been moved to Seattle Presbyterian soon after he'd been deemed stable enough. He'd talked for a while, but she knew he had to sleep. He'd been shot. He needed his rest.

She looked up from his face as she noticed movement at the door, smiling softly at Cristina as she slowly walked into the room.

"Alex was shot." The statement was simple, as if it was something that would be said every day, but they both knew the enormity of what it meant.

"Is he okay?"

"He should be." Cristina glanced over at Derek. "Is HE okay?"

"He was talking for a while." The response was soft. "I told him to get some rest."

"People have been talking." Cristina hesitated. "They're saying Charles Percy's dead." Meredith stayed silent. "They don't know how many people were shot."

"How's Owen?"

Cristina glanced back out the door. "He's good. You did good." She paused again. "He didn't shoot the kids. Callie said he was there, but he left."

"He was up on paeds?" Meredith was suddenly alert. "Um, Lexie, Lexie was on paeds. She's okay?"

"Meredith." Cristina turned around, surveying the busy scene outside the room. "Callie, um, they asked her who was in the floor. Lexie, she wasn't there, Mere."

Meredith shot up, turning her attention completely away from Derek for the first time since her friend has entered the room. "Where is she?"

"I don't know." Cristina admitted. "There's a lot of people that they haven't been able to ID yet, we're doing what we can but, it's a big hospital."

Meredith quickly walked to the door, making one request of her friend. "Stay with him."

"Meredith..."

"I need to know she's okay." Meredith was insistent. "I've been a sucky sister to her, and now she might be dead and, I just need to know." She paused. "Just, stay with him. If he asks for me, page me, and, and remember what I said. No one tells him."

She left the room, heading into the chaos and straight over to the nearest of the uniformed police.

"Lexie Grey." She interrupted a conversation. "I need to know where she is. I just... I need to."

She tried to wait patiently as the officer checked the list in her hand, but found herself shifting from foot to foot.

"She's not on here." The reply was short and matter of fact, like it was all in a days work. It took Meredith a few seconds to realise that, for this woman, that's pretty much what it was. "There's still a few unidentified bodies but..."

"What is that?"

"Confirmed death's and casualties, there's no Lexie Grey on either of them."

"Alexandra." Meredith exclaimed. "It could be under Alexandra."

"No Alexandra's either." The officer paused. "Quite a few people are giving statements downstairs, maybe she's there?"

Meredith headed towards the stairs without thanking the woman. She now understood what it was like for the relatives of her patients. This wasn't a job. This was her family. Her husband, her sister, her friends.

She ran down the stairs, roughly pushing open the doors, seeing a scene just as chaotic as the one she had seen upstairs. She looked around the room at the sea of unfamiliar faces, the uniformed officers, the coloured scrubs of the staff from both hospitals. She could only assume the police were getting statements here because all of the hospital staff had congregated here, waiting for news.

"Grey." She looked up at the voice, watching as Avery approached her. "How is he?"

"He's going to be okay." She answered, still glancing around the room. "I need to find Lexie."

"She's with Karev. Other end of the floor."

"With Alex?" Meredith asked. "She's with Alex? Alex got shot. She got shot?"

"She's sitting with him." He elaborated, suddenly wishing he had explained better, sooner.

Meredith brushed past him, heading across the floor without answering, frowning when her sister finally came into sight. She approached cautiously, slowly pulling the younger woman away from the bed.

"You're okay."

She watched as the soft whispered words caused her sister to break down in tears, and she realised how wrong she was.