Lost and Found

Prologue

Prologue

Alex woke up before the alarm and stared at it for a moment before shutting it off. He sighed and rubbed his face. In the bed beside him, Jo sighed and shifted slightly. He kissed the top of her head and sat up in bed. They still had half an hour before they had to get up to get ready for work. As quietly as possible he padded out the door and down the hallway to the bathroom.

After he relieved himself, he washed his hands and stood in the hallway, debating if he should grab breakfast early or nudge Jo awake for a morning pick-me-up. Bacon or sex? That's what everything boiled down to right?

But his early morning contemplations were interrupted by a cry from Mer's room. Meredith. His best friend. He was her person now. Yesterday, as he scrubbed out of surgery, Cristina had bequeathed her to him:

"Listen Evil Spawn," Cristina said, scrubbing out beside him."I need you to look out for her. You're the only one I trust."

"I thought you didn't like me," He said sarcastically.

She shrugged, "I guess you grew on me... like a weed."

"You don't have to worry, I've always looked out for her."

"No. You don't understand, this is more than that." She finished scrubbing and patted her hands dry with a towel. "Like, if I wasn't leaving for Switzerland in two hours, I'd have written up a contract and you'd be signing it in blood."

He stopped scrubbing and looked at her, "Oh... you want me to be her-"

"Person." Cristina finished. "Look, she needs someone around that gets her, and you do. I know you do."

"Yang, I was there... as much as you were. When Derek died, when Mer screwed up enough courage to keep the baby and try and be a single mom, when she carried it for eight months before the car crash... when she lost it. I was there for all the crap after that too. I get it. I get her. And I'm not going anywhere."

Cristina looked at him strangely.

"What?" he half snarled.

"I want to hug you."

Alex took a step back from her, "We don't hug."

"Right. What was I thinking?" She put her hands on her hips for a moment and looked up at the ceiling. "Okay..." Cristina extended her arm out instead, "Shake on it?"

"Fine." He reached out and grasped her warm hand in a firm handshake.

"You're her person now."

"I'm her person."

As they left the scrubroom Alex had a sudden thought, "Does this mean she's gonna take over my bed?"

"Oh probably."

"Damn."

Now, standing in the hallway listening to his friend fight through a nightmare, he realized the sudden responsibility he had taken on. "Crap," he muttered. No sex or bacon for him this morning.

A/N: Okay... so this will be a different kind of fic. What if Derek died in the shooting? What if Meredith supposedly lost the baby in another tragedy seven months later? We pick up more than four years later at the begining of season 11. Mark and Lexie are still with us. Are they together? April and Jackson got together sooner. Cristina still leaves for Switzerland, but Maggie Pierce has arrived and has to figure out which Grey is her sister... Amelia still went through what she went through and has also arrived, catching the attention of a certain ginger-haired chief. Alex is still working on his Africa project, bringing a certain child in for more shunt surgery... Arizona and Callie are Arizona and Callie. And Meredith? Let's just say that the Medusa title sticks around longer...

I am intending to write this sort of like how an episode would play out. With portions dedicated to each pairing I present. That said, there will be a connecting thread between most of these stories. Did Meredith's baby really die? Maybe it's still out there. Let's find out, shall we?

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