This is my very first chapter of my very first fanfic...please be kind ;) Going to do my best to see this through!


After a few moments of chewing the half piece of gum Meredith had given her, Cristina had a sudden burst of energy. "I'm serious about nobody falling asleep."

"Ok." Meredith sighed.

Cristina frowned at her, then started to sing at the top of her lungs. "THE ITSY BITSY SPIDER CLIMBED UP THE WATER FAUCET. DOWN CAME THE RAIN AND- AND- TOLD THE SPIDER TO SUCK IT. OUT CAME THE SUN FROM ITS COZY LITTLE CLOSET AND THE ITSY BITSY SPIDER GOT DRUNK AND TRIED TO FU-"

"Do not ever sing to my child!" Meredith exclaimed.

"Deal. ARIZONA ROBBINS, ARE YOU AWAKE?"

"Uh-huh." Arizona said with mock cheerfulness.

"MARK SLOAN, ARE YOU AWAKE?"

"Sr, mmph, hmmm."

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"Sir, yes, sir," Mark replied with as much strength as he could muster.

"BARRY, ARE YOU AWAKE?"

"It's Jerry."

"I KNEW THAT. DEREK SHEPHARD, ARE YOU AWAKE?"

"Bones, muscles..." he mumbled.

"MEREDITH GREY, WAKE HIM UP PROPERLY AND ARE YOU AWAKE?"

"OK! yes, I am, I- I mean, I will and I am. Do you have to yell?" she complained as she tugged on Derek's jacket and pulled him up into a sitting position.

"YES!" Cristina took a couple of deep breaths then started singing again. "99 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL, 99 BOTTLES OF BEER! TAKE ONE DOWN AND PASS IT AROUND, 98 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL!" She continued in that manner- stopping every 10 bottles or so to do roll call. They all dutifully responded, or at least grumbled, until the roll call between bottles 45 and 46 when Arizona responded, "Wait! Did you hear that?"

"WHAT?" Cristina responded.

"Shhhhhh. Listen." The all held their breaths and listened.

"I don't hear anyth-" "SH-SH-SHHH!" Meredith cut Derek off. Just then they all heard it, faint, but definitely there. Someone yelling, "Helloooo!" Cristina jumped to her feet then swayed at the sudden movement. "HELLOOOOOOOO!" She yelled, then listened. After a few seconds, she heard a response faintly in the distance. "Is someone out there?" "YES! YES! YES! WE WERE IN A PLANE CRASH! YES!"


"...we're starting to get a bit concerned here."

Owen grabbed his phone and called Cristina- straight to voicemail. He called Derek- staight to voicemail. Robbins the same. He looked at his watch. If they were delayed getting there, they could just be delayed coming back. They might all be up in the air.

Meanwhile, his hospital line kept spewing messages- about a speaking engagement next month, about a proposed change the nursing schedule, about his dry cleaning, and then, "Dr. Hunt, this is Dr. Sheehan, again. Please call me as soon as you get this message." That message had been left at 9 am that morning and it was now almost 8 pm. He skipped through the rest of his messages, but that was the last one Dr. Sheehan had left. He grabbed the phone off the receiver and dialed the number she had left. "Boise Memorial, how may I direct your call." "Dr. Sheehan, please." "I'm sorry, she's not taking any calls, would you like her voicemail?" "No. This is an emergency. Please have her paged." "Yes, sir," the girl on the end of the line said before placing him on hold. Owen grumbled, "how freaking hard was that?" He was fuming, but he took a deep breath to try and steady himself before-

"Hello, this is Dr. Sheehan."

"This is Dr. Hunt."

"Dr. Hunt! I'm so glad to finally hear from you! Do you have an update on your staff?"

"No. I just got your messages," Owen said deliberately. The line was silent for a moment, then Dr. Sheehan stammered, "Oh, my God." She paused for what seemed like an eternity. "I assumed you knew."

"Knew WHAT?" Owen's heart was pounding in his ears. "Dr. Sheehan, what the HELL is going on?"

"The plane, it- it never got here. Air traffic control's last contact with it was at 6:30 this morning. Nobody know's where they are."

"Why the HELL didn't you have me paged?" "I- I'm sorry. I just assumed-" "Why would you assume that I knew?" Dr. Sheehan cleared her throat. "Dr. Hunt, I sincerely apologize." She was speaking in that tone doctors get when they are delivering bad news. "The plane never arrived this morning. There was no obvious crash site, so they are assuming they made an emergency landing somewhere. Unfortunetely, they haven't picked up anything from the plane's transmitter, either. They have been searching since just before 9 am this morning. I can give you the contact information for the representative from the FAA who has been sending us updates."

"Thank you," Owen said, realizng that his whole body suddenly felt numb. "I'm sorry, I know how busy things can get, I-" "No, I'm sorry, Dr, Hunt, I should have tried harder to get in touch with you." Owen rubbed his eyes. "My wife...she was on the plane." Owen's mind was spinning. He was holding onto the phone like it was a lifeline. As soon as he let go of it he was going to have to spring into action and he was terrified of where that path would lead him.

"I am so sorry, Dr. Hunt. I assure you they are doing everything they can to find them."

Owen took a deep breath, "OK. Who is the contact at the FAA?"