A/N: Just a quick reminder that this is set in SEASON NINE, before Arizona cheats on Callie!
“When it rains it pours. Maybe the art of life is to convert tough times to great experiences: we can choose to hate the rain or dance in it.” - Joan Marques
You’ve probably heard the idiom, “when it rains, it pours.” At Grave Stone Memorial, formerly Seattle Grace Mercy Death Hospital, the idiom always seemed to be true (no pun intended). This was the place where bad things happened, time and time again.
Life is historically full of ups and downs. We often wonder why bad things happen to good people. Why some people’s lives are topped with all the devastation, and why it seems like nothing bad ever happens to some people. “Life is supposed to make sense,” said no one ever. Life is as complicated as the bad events that happen to us during our journey.
“Life is a journey, not a destination,” said Ralph Waldo Emerson. All humans being arrive at the same destinations one day: death. You’ve probably heard someone in your life say, “We live and then we die.” When a person dies, a common question is “How did they die?” You never hear someone ask at a funeral, “How did they live?” In retrospect, though, how a person died isn’t what is important. What really matters is how they lived; the difference they made while they walked the Earth. Some people go through so much more than others during their life’s journey. Some people have easier lives, and others don’t. It’s the ones who have to struggle throughout their life’s journey who become models for the rest of us. They’re the ones who make it into high school history books. They are the ones who become our heroes.
“If there’s a crisis, you don’t freeze, you move forward. You get the rest of us to move forward. Because you’ve seen worse. You’ve survived worse, and you know we’ll survive too.”
- Derek Shepherd, “Elevator Love Letter”
The pit of Meredith’s stomach throbbed achingly when she realized her daughter was not in the hospital day care. Her heart pounded against her chest as she double and triple checked the room. Zola was nowhere to be found. Her mind instantly traveled to a dark and twisty place. Her rapist had managed to kidnap Zola. He’d taken the picture of her, and then he snatched her. Meredith’s heart pounded faster and she couldn’t breathe. She gasped for air as she looked around for a daycare supervisor.
“Meredith, what’s wrong?” she heard a voice behind her. She turned around and saw one of the ladies who worked in the daycare, Leslie.
“Code pink!” Meredith cried. “Code pink!” She immediately noticed the confusion that swept over Leslie’s face. She just stood there. “Why are you just standing there?” Meredith erratically screamed. “My baby is gone! She’s been kidnapped.”
“Calm down, Meredith. Didn’t Derek tell you? He picked her up about twenty minutes ago. See, I have his signature in the book right here.” Leslie pulled out the sign-out book and showed Meredith that Derek had in...