A/N: I probably shouldn't be writing more stories, but this popped into my head after the finale and wouldn't go away. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but it's morphed into something more like a three-shot. Because I'm writing other stuff too, don't expect super fast updates. The next chapter will probably be up next week.

Also, I apologize if some of the things with Addison at the beginning are wrong. I haven't seen Private Practice, so all of it is from what people have told me/fics that I've read.

Post S8 finale. Title comes from the song by Metric.

Addison settled down on the couch and sighed in contentment. It had been a long day, and now she had a whole evening to herself to just relax and forget about the outside world and all its worries. Tonight, there was no surgery to worry about, no practice, no Jake, or Henry, or Amelia, or Sam; there was just her, a big glass of red wine, and some light, fluffy television. And maybe a hot bath later. The concerns of the world could wait one more night. Addison deserved some peace.

She'd just put her feet up on the ottoman when her BlackBerry rang. Right away, Addison knew it was something serious. Her cell phone rang for two reasons: work or an emergency, though, more often than not, it was work. On the one night I have some peace, Addison thought bitterly, as she reached for her phone.

"Hello?"

"Addison? It's Richard calling."

Richard? Addison was surprised. Richard hadn't called her in ages. He had no reason to other than to ask for a consult, and that wasn't even his place anymore because he wasn't Chief. So why would he be calling her now. Unless…

"Hi, Richard. How are you?" Addison tried her best to stay calm and not jump to any conclusions.

"I'm fine, Addie. Listen, I hate to call like this but—" he paused, and Addison could feel the dread beginning to course like ice through her veins. Someone died. Someone in Seattle has died.

Richard sighed. "I would have called Carolyn myself, but I don't have her number, and, well, I thought it might be better that she hear it from you."

Call Carolyn, as in Carolyn Shepherd? Oh God. Something happened to Derek. Or Mark. Either way, Addison couldn't take it anymore. "What happened, Richard?"

"There was a private jet with six Seattle Grace surgeons heading to Boise, Idaho, to help with their conjoined twins surgery. The plane never made it to Boise."

Addison was glad she was sitting down; had she not been, she probably would have collapsed. "Who was on the plane, Richard?" He would tell her Derek or Mark was one of them; why else would he need her to call Carolyn?

"We only just found out.. Search and Rescue is out looking for them, but it's already been almost 24 hours since the airport lost contact." Richard voice was calm, but Addison could tell he was barely keeping it together.

"Who was on that plane, Richard?" Addison demanded, unable to wait any longer.

There was a momentary silence on the other end of the line before Richard spoke. "Meredith, Derek, Mark, Cristina, Arizona Robbins, and Lexie Grey."

Addison felt slightly sick. Derek, Mark, and Meredith? Why? Why did the universe have to be so cruel? "And there's no word from any of them?"

Richard sighed. "Not yet. You'll know as soon as I do."

Addison raked a hand through her hair. "Okay. Well, I'd better call Carolyn."

"Right. Thank you for doing this. And Addie?" he added right before she hung up. "I'm sorry."

Addison sighed. "I know. Thanks for calling, Richard."

For a moment after hanging up, Addison just stared at her phone. Meredith, Derek, Mark, Cristina, Lexie, and Arizona Robbins, they were all out in the middle of nowhere, dead or alive. She couldn't believe it. She'd never thought there was a day that she would pray that Meredith Grey would live after that ferryboat crash, but she was now. Please God, let them live.

Addison stared at her phone like it was some kind of poisonous viper. She hated being the bearer of bad news, especially to Mrs Shepherd. She really hoped that Carolyn was home. She didn't have the heart to leave a message.

Thankfully, Carolyn picked up right away. "Hello?"

"Carolyn? It's Addie."

"Addie!" Addison could hear the smile in Carolyn Shepherd's voice. "What a pleasant surprise! How's LA?"

"It's great. Listen, Carolyn, the reason I was calling…" She paused and takes a deep breath, unsure of how to break the news.

"Oh, it's not about Amelia, is it?" Mrs Shepherd chuckled. She'd spent more than enough time listening to people calling her about Amelia.

"No it's not. It's about Derek. And Mark."

"Derek and Mark? Have my boys been getting into trouble again?"

"Not exactly." She sighed. "Carolyn, you might want to sit down."

Seattle hasn't changed one bit, Addison mused as she stepped out into the dismal, grey afternoon. It wasn't raining, but the sky was gray and the air was damp. Just another reason why Addison loved L.A. so much more. She hadn't even been in Seattle for an hour, and already she was missing the sun.

It didn't take long to find a cab, and Addison directed the driver straight to the hospital, as opposed to the hotel. The flight from LAX to SeaTac wasn't very long and therefore not as exhausting as a flight to say, New York, and she needed some news right now. She had a frantic Carolyn Shepherd already packing her bags so that she could hop on a plane to Seattle at a moments notice, and she'd really love to be able to give her former mother-in-law an update. Hell, she'd really love an update.

"You visiting someone at the hospital?" the cab driver asked.

"Oh, um, yes," Addison replied hastily, yanked back to the present. "An old friend."

"Well, I hope he feels better soon." He smiled sympathetically.

"Oh…me too." Addison didn't bother explaining that her old friend wasn't a patient, but a surgeon because that would probably end up leading to her talking about Derek and Mark and the plane crash, and then she might start crying. None of those things were things she wanted to do in front of a cab driver.

The hospital was busy; people coming and going the way they always did. They didn't know the tragedy this hospital was facing, they didn't know that she wasn't here for a check-up or to visit someone, but because her best friends were in a plane crash and she had no idea if they were alive or dead. She wanted to scream at all of them to stop going about their business like nothing was wrong when the whole world was crashing down around her, but she didn't. People—the people who noticed her at least—were already giving her strange looks because she was dragging a suitcase into the hospital; if she yelled at them all, they'd just think she was even crazier.

She'd told herself that she had moved on. She had a new life in L.A., a new job, new friends. She didn't need Mark and Derek anymore, and she didn't care how they spent their time or what they did with their lives, or at least that's what she told herself. And yet, here she was, dragging her suitcase into Seattle Grace, praying with all her might to whatever God there was that Mark and Derek were still alive.

"Dr Montgomery?"

The man crossing the lobby to meet her was vaguely familiar. He was tall and well built, with thick, ginger hair, and kind, blue eyes. She was sure she had seen him here the last few times she had visited, but she couldn't remember who he was or what he did here. Addison found herself thinking that he wasn't a bad-looking man.

As he got closer, however, she realized that he had dark circles underneath those blue eyes, which were dull and hopeless. He looked like he had lost weight quickly, and everything about him exuded defeat and exhaustion. The crash was obviously taking its toll.

"Dr Webber's sorry he couldn't come and greet you himself, but he's in surgery right now."

"Right." The thought of Richard in surgery seemed unfathomable, but the hospital had to go on.

"I'm Owen Hunt, the Chief of Surgery."

Owen Hunt. She remembered him now: he was the ex-military trauma surgeon. He was a friend of Derek and Mark's too, if memory served. "I think we've met a few times before," Addison said, trying to muster a smile.

Owen nodded. "I wish I could say it's nice to have you back, Dr Montgomery, but under these circumstances…"

Addison understood what he was trying to say. "Has there been any word?"

Owen shook his head. "All we know is that the plane never made it to Boise. Search and Rescue is out looking for them, but they haven't had any luck yet."

Addison sighed. What was she going to say to Carolyn? And Amelia? "Is there anything I can do while I wait?" She needed to make herself useful so that she wouldn't keep thinking about Derek and Mark out in the wilderness.

Owen frowned. "Well, there aren't any neo-natal cases if that's what you mean. But our head of Peds was on the flight to Boise, and the department is struggling a little bit without her, especially since Alex Karev was taken off the Peds service…They could probably use a hand in the NICU," he said finally.

Alex was off Peds? This was news to Addison. "I'll see what I can do," she replied, glad to have something to keep her busy.

"Great," Owen said wearily, already turning away.

"Dr Hunt?"

He turned. "Yes?"

"Do you think there might be somewhere for me to put my suitcase? I came straight from the airport, and I'd like to get to work right away."

Owen nodded, understanding filling his face. He was experiencing that same need to be working. "Of course. Why don't you leave it in my office?"

Mark was beginning to lose it. He couldn't hold on anymore. He just couldn't. It was too hard to try and hold on, knowing that Lexie wasn't going to be there when he got back. What was the point in living when the love of your life is dead? Besides, they'd already been out here for almost two whole days, and there was no sign of anyone. No one was going to find them. Help wasn't going to come. And since they weren't going to get saved, what was the point in trying to hang on?

"Mark? Mark, are you still awake?"

It took him a minute to identify the voice: it was Arizona, Arizona whose lap was currently serving as a pillow. Arizona whose wife was the mother of his child. Arizona who was normally so bubbly and cheerful and was now probably going to die. He was almost dead, and even he knew that the fact that she'd been coughing up blood for the last day was a bad sign.

He wished she'd just leave him alone. She of all people should know what he was going through; Callie had almost died a little over a year ago. Didn't she understand that he was a lost cause? Without Lexie, there was no reason to go on.

"Mark, you need to say something, okay? Otherwise, I'm going to assume that you're dying, and that's not happening." Arizona's voice was like a little persistent bug that kept on nagging and wouldn't go away. Had Mark had the energy, he might have been tempted to swat her away.

"Tell...Callie..." Mark really needed to get this said. He loved Sofia and Callie, he really did, but what was the point when Lexie was gone? Besides, it wasn't like they were going to be completely alone. Arizona would look after them.

"No," Arizona insisted, reading his mind. "You aren't dying, Mark, you hear me? Lexie would want you to live."

"I...need...her..." Mark stopped to take a breath. "She's waiting...for me...'Zona."

"No she's not. She's not waiting for anyone." It sounded more like Arizona was trying to convince herself than she was Mark. "Help is coming. We're going to be rescued."

"You...are," he mumbled feebly. "Not me."

"Mark, just hold on, okay? Please?"

He couldn't do it anymore. But it didn't matter because Lexie was waiting for him. Everything was going to be all right once he was with Lexie.

The world was beginning to fade to black when he heard a voice calling from far away, "We're saved! WE'RE SAVED!"

At least everyone else will make it out okay, he told himself, as he felt his strength ebbing. The waves of blackness were getting stronger and stronger; everything else was fading away. The end was here.

I'm coming Lexie, was his last thought. I'm coming.

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