Okay, so my friend from school and I started ranting to each other about our favourite characters, and so this was born...
If there are any Grey's Anatomy fans out there, then I hope you like Meredith.
So part of this was written by me, and osrk by my friend, so it's definately gonna be different whoop here we go

TW: mentions of blood, a mildly described surgery
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“It's ok, you can go,” Meredith whispered into her husband's ear, holding his cold hand tightly. She stared at the monitor as it went silent, the deadly silence, she remained still, crying over his limp lifeless body. 

Meredith watched as they pulled the white sheet over her husband's head and pulled him away. She had seen that white sheet before, but never had she imagined having to bring it over his head. As he was wheeled away she stood watching, face blank, preparing for the moment she would never be prepared for. She turned, shaking, and walked out of the room, sliding down the wall bringing her trembling hands to her face as she let out a cry. 

As she walked down to the daycare centre she ran her hand along the wooden bannister, stopping as the light caught her ring, looking down at her finger she clutched her hand, holding onto what was left. Meredith saw her kids peacefully playing with the blocks as she entered, she bent down to meet the kids' eyes, Bailey and Zola turned to see their mum's drained face. 

“Where's daddy? Is he coming home?” Zola asked, worried   

“No, remember how daddy was driving?” 

“Yeah.”

“Well, he was in an accident." Meredith stared at Zola, slowly blinking. 

“Oh, is he hurt?”

She stopped, trying to think “... he was”

“So is he having surgery? Are the doctors going to fix him?”

“... No, they can’t fix him” Meredith choked back tears

“Then you should go in there and fix him! You fix everyone!” Zola exclaimed

 “Zola, I can't fix him.” She swallowed.

“Why?”

Meredith inhaled sharply “I can’t fix him because… because no one can fix him, because he's dead. Daddy died.” Meredith answered, tears falling.

The kids looked at her, minds ticking. They moved in, Meredith wrapping her arms around them, her salty warm tears flowing down her pale cheeks. They pulled away, Meredith backing into the Operating Room.

She walked down the dark hallways sobbing, the silence screaming, footsteps echoing. Brushing her loose fringe stuck to the tears off her face, wiping the quickly falling tears, she took in the last of the good memories. Derek was her person, her heart beat for Derek Shepherd, and now he was gone. She stepped outside into the night, the breeze sending shivers down her spine. Collapsing onto the cold concrete, she let out a scream as endless tears streamed down her face. She howled, clutching her ring to her chest, heaving, letting out sobs into the dark sky. She breathed heavily to bring herself back, vision clouded by the swells of tears, sniffing she dropped her hands from her chest and secured her wedding ring back where it belonged. Pulling herself off the floor she made her way into the dark. Meredith found herself at the park, sinking into the bench she sat weeping. 

Peter walked along the cracked path, the grocery bags swinging from his arms. Night had fallen and he was anxious to be home quickly. With his whole thing as Spider-Man, he knew just how dangerous Queens could be for a 15 year old who looked like one punch would kill him. 

Cars zipped past, not even noticing his tired form as he trudged along. Flash had given him a nasty bruise earlier that day, Well, more like several. That left the kid exhausted, and after a long day of school with decathlon and tests and then having to duck out for groceries, he was both mentally and physically done. He continued along, weighing up his options before deciding that he would take a shortcut through the park. If anyone stopped him then he could defend himself. Hopefully.

Thoughts swam around his mind, blurring his focus. Lost in his own world, he nearly missed the soft sniffling from a nearby bench. Peter stopped, peeking around the tree carefully. Illuminated by a lone light sat a woman, clearly distressed. Her honey-coloured hair was slipping loose from its bun, framing her tear-streaked face. She sniffed again, dabbing at her eyes.

Peter had only seen someone this upset once before, and that was several months ago when Ben was shot. May had been just as distraught, the only time Peter had ever seen her emotions out of check. He instinctively wanted to make sure that she was okay and that she had someone to look after her, but he knew just how awkward he was. Do I go up? Do I walk past and say nothing? Dang it Parker, pull yourself together. He shook himself and straightened. I’m gonna ask. Peter walked up, unsure of what to say. The woman looked up, sighed as she wiped away her tears. “Hey…” Peter gave her a small smile, unsure of what to say. “Um… are you okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Don't worry.” She sat, fiddling with her ring.

He raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

The woman sighed. “Okay, so maybe not…”

“Can I… sit down?”

“Sure.”

Peter sat down, trying to maneuver the shopping bags in a way that they didn’t take up so much space. Well this is awkward. The two sat in silence waiting for the other to speak.

“So, doing some late night shopping?” She asked, in attempt to start conversation.

“Uh, yeah. Just restocking before we ran out. I’m Peter by the way. Peter Parker.”

“Hmm. I’m Meredith. Meredith Grey” 

Peter gave her a small smile. “Soooooo, what brings you out here at this time of night?”

“Uh, I just got off a shift”

“Oh that’s cool. Where do you work?”

“Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital”

“Oh! I know the place, my aunt works there as a resident nurse.”

Meredith turned to him, suddenly more interested in the conversation.

“Oh! Really? I’m a residential surgeon, and my husband is the chief of general surgery… well, was” She trailed off.

Realisation dawned on Peter. It all made sense now, why she seemed so lost and confused, just like May was for a time. Something had happened to her husband. That was tough.

“I-I’m sorry,” he replied, staring at his hands.

“Dang it!” Meredith whispered and turned away, bringing her trembling hands to her face. 

The boy hesitated, unsure what to do. Meredith started crying, the tears streaming down her face and into her lap like rain.

‘’I’m sorry, ‘ she muttered, “I just-”

“Hey, it’s okay. I get it.”

She looked up as a hand was placed on her knee. “You do?”

Peter shrugged. “Kind of? Like, it’s your fault, even if you didn’t have anything to do with it, and you don’t know what to do because your world is falling apart?”

The woman stopped. That was exactly how she was feeling. From out of the corner of her eye, the teenager didn’t look like a teenager. He seemed more grown up, far more mature than some of the adults she knew. He fiddled with the hem of his old jacket, running his calloused fingers against the worn cotton.

“Sorry, it’s a weird habit I have…”

“It’s fine.”

Peter looked up. “Hey. Let it all out.”

She did. A sob escaped and her shoulders began to shake. She hardly noticed the arm that wrapped around her, pulling her in as she sobbed. She felt like she had hit a dead end, unable to move forwards any further. The tears ran down freely, unable to stop.
Peter didn’t mind. He still remembered nights where he and May would curl up on the couch together, crying as they handed each other handfuls of tissues.

Eventually Meredith sat up, taking in a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, that was really unprofessional.”

“It’s fine. Really.”

She gave him a nod. “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”

He nodded, understanding the feeling. “When I felt like that, I sort of was sad… for a while. But eventually I decided that I was ready to continue. It does get easier,” he finished, turning back to her. She nodded, swallowing.

“I guess.”

They sat in silence, but this time it wasn’t awkward. Every now and then Peter would rub Meredith’s back, just to let her know that she wasn’t alone.

A droplet of water splashed on his head and he looked up. The air smelt damp and the moon had vanished behind clouds, clouds that were starting to open up on the city below. The woman looked up too as the droplets began to fall, playing a mesmerising beat against the earth. 

“Hey, um, do you want to come over to mine? It’s only a short distance from here, and my aunt is making pie.”

Meredith looked back, unsure. “I should really get back-” she cut off as the rain suddenly dropped on them, drenching them in ten seconds flat. “Oh dear.”

Peter looked around, unfazed by the sudden downpour. “You sure? You’re shivering and I don’t like the idea of walking around here alone. There are a lot of fishy people around these parts.”

“I can take care of myself, I’ve worked here forever.”

A crack of thunder rolled overhead, followed a few seconds after by a bolt of lightning.

She sighed, “I guess I can get someone to look after the kids.”

“Great, ‘cause it is cold.” They ran down the streets, Peter leading the way and avoiding shady people who leered at them from dark alleyways. The old apartment building was a lot warmer inside and Peter shivered, his wet hair plastered to his forehead. Meredith followed him up the several flights of stairs, slightly out of breath by the time the kid stopped in front of a door. 

“Hey May, I’m home!”

A young Italian woman stuck her head around the corner. “Oh good, I was starting to get worri-” she stopped, blinking at the woman behind her nephew. “Mer?”

Mer gave her friend a smile. “Hey. Sorry for interrupting, your nephew dragged me into this.”

Peter snorted, walking to the kitchen. “Almost literally. I’ll make some hot chocolates. And grab some towels,” he said, picking at his soaked shirt. 

May led Mer to the couch, giving her a blanket. “Okay, what’s happened? I know that look anywhere.”

Mer sighed. “It’s Derek.”

“Oh.” May sat down, suddenly understanding the situation.

“Yeah, he- he was driving to the airport, a-and he got into an accident.” Mer shuddered. “He was brought into the hospital and straight into the OR, I quickly had to scrub in and perform the surgery, the surgeon declared him brain dead, leaving him on life support, so… so I had to pull the plug. It was what he wanted,” she spluttered.

“Oh Mer. I’m so sorry.” May pulled her friend into a hug. Peter had arrived with the towels and handed them to the widow, trying not to disrupt them. Mer took one and wrapped it around herself, huddling into May. Peter appeared a little while later, having changed into dry clothes and bringing May's famous cherry pie and steaming mugs of hot chocolate. He sat on the other side of the room, curling into the armchair with his math homework in his lap.

After all the crying she had done, Mer was starting to feel sleepy. Her head drooped, only lifting as she took a sip of the warm drink. The Parkers had a lovely home, no matter how small and old it was. She let her eyes wander around the room, blinking slowly in the gold lamplight. A picture caught her eye and she tilted her head, looking at it closer. A young boy, probably about ten with thick glasses and unruly curls sat between a much younger May and another man, with twinkling eyes. The boy must be Peter, which means the man must be… Mer glanced down at May's hand. Sure enough, a good band was wrapped around her ring finger. May's husband died too. 

May put her mug back down on the coffee table. "If you ever need to talk, call me. And I'm sure Peter would be glad to babysit."

Peter perked up from where he had been scribbling furiously. "Did someone say babysit?"

*****

Meredith was playing with her kids, watching them run circles around her, giggling. It had been a stressful few past weeks, but she was managing. Her phone started ringing and she answered. "Hello?"

"Mer, it's May. We need you here ASAP."

"What happened?"

"It's Peter."

Mer swallowed. "I'll be there right away."

She jumped into the car, strapping her kids in the back, heading straight to the hospital. Running in, kids in hand, she quickly dropped them off at the daycare, pushing Bailey's little fringe out of his eyes, and Zola’s too; she kissed them gently on their foreheads. 
“Be good for mummy, ok?” 

They nodded as they watched their mum disappear down the long corridor.

“Mer we need you for surgery, its Peter”
Mer turned to see a frantic face as May approached.

“Whoa, whoa, slow down, what's going on?”Mer grabbed May’s hands.

“It’s Peter, he's really hurt, please!” May pleaded.

“Hold on, just stop for a second,” Mer stopped to think, “I-I cant, I’m sorry”
“Please you have to! He needs you!” 

“No, no, I can’t,” She said flustered

“You're the only person I trust Peter in the hands of for a surgery."

“But I haven’t performed any surgeries since, since Derek died '' Meredith gulped.

“I know, but please, we need you. I need you.” May swallowed. “He’s all I have.”

“I- uh, ok. Prepare OR (operating room) 3 for intramedullary nailing. Someone grab me scrubs. May, follow me”

As they ran down the halls, Mer captured her soft golden locks in her hands pulling them into a loose bun, her wispy fringe escaping from the grip of the hair tie framing her determined face, quickly she then pulled on her surgical cap, capturing the remaining loose hairs. She stood watching them prep the OR as she scrubbed in. The surgeon backed into the room as she was gowned and gloved the memories came flooding back. She began shaking as her vision became blurry, flashes of her husband laying on the table, blood flooding the room filled her head, Derek’s still, helpless body bleeding out, the doctors discussing what to do, the announcement that there was nothing they could do, shaking her head she focused on the current surgery. Meredith looked down at Peter to see his sad, limp body laying on the table, his brown hair sitting so gently beneath the hair net. Mer inhaled as everyone readied themselves. 

“Ten blade” she said, hand out as May passed it to her. 

 She stood silent for a second taking it all in, and made the first cut. 

As the blade met his frail collarbone, layers of skin breaking as it went deeper and deeper. When she met blood, she grabbed the rod inserting it and screwing it into place. She stitched him up and sighed in relief. Mer stopped as she felt a trickle run down her arm, she held it under the light to see the ruby blood, her eyes followed the path of blood stopping at Peter’s IV, the blood gathering in a pool around his arm.

“Quickly, I need FFP, packed red blood cells and platelets. There's internal bleeding… Now!” Mer shouted frantically cutting into his abdomen “I need to find the source of the bleed.” She said, quickly digging deeper and deeper. “It’s the spleen!” 

Ok, you’ve done this before, focus. Now, mobilise the spleen, divide it by its ligamentous attachments, assess the injury and stop the hemorrhage. Ok, ok, you’ve got this, yes, yes this is it! 

“Wait, what's happening? The spleen is trying to stop the bleeding itself, um, I can't let that happen, it won't heal properly if I don’t fix it!” Mer stuttered, brain thinking hard “Um it’s ok, it’s ok, I need more packed red blood cells!” Quickly she continued to operate. 

“It's getting worse, it keeps trying to heal itself! I need to go deeper! Scalpel!” She held her hand out as she was passed the scalpel. Now focus, you’ve done this before. 

A few hours later she stitched him back up for a final time, as relief fell upon the OR. 
“I did everything I could, he should gain consciousness in a few hours, then we’ll know if it worked”

Mer stumbled out of the hospital and into the fresh air, getting what felt like her first breath all evening. Stabilizing herself, Meredith walked back inside, a face streamed with tears meeting her. May threw her arms around her, gasping for air.
“I can’t thank you enough.”

“Oh- I, it's ok, but we should wait until he wakes before thanking me.” 

The two stood staring as Peter lay still, complexion almost as light as the sheets he lay on, Mer stood at the end of the bed looking at his gentle relaxed face, Derek coming to mind, seeing him lay helplessly on the hospital bed, the monitor beeping steadily. May lay resting on the reclinable chair. 

Peter opened his eyes, squinting in the bright light. His mind was still groggy, like it was trying to swim through honey. Where the heck am I? He wondered, trying to recall what had happened before he blacked out.

Something to do with Spider-Man, he was fighting someone on a roof, falling… falling...

“Oh! Oh! He’s awake! May wake up, he’s awake!” Mer exclaimed, excited.

Peter shot up at the voice, suddenly panicked as his sleepy brain went into hyperdrive. "Wha- what happened?"

May rolled her eyes, relieved. "You fell off a building and nearly died."

"Oh yeah, I remember that now." He shuffled back into the blankets, pulling them up to his nose.

“Wait, what? You, you fell off a building? But, how? You only had a few cracked ribs, broken femur and some internal bleeding. Is that possible? And the bleeding, it- it kept trying to heal itself, even then, the amount that it healed was exceptional, that would normally take months. I-I don’t know if I was seeing things but-” Mer blurted, brain trying to process.

Peter and May exchanged a glance. "Who's gonna tell her?" Peter asked.

"Well it was your Peter Tingle that stopped working apparently."

Peter groaned. "Please don't call it my tingle, May." He turned to Mer. "So I have a big secret."

The surgeon raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

The kid inhaled. "Imkindaspidermanandihaveafasthealingfact-"

"Woah woah woah woah woah, slow down."

"Sorry." Peter sighed, working up the courage to spill his secret. "So, I'm kind of… Spider-Man? And I have a healing factor that's crazy fast? Amongst other things," he muttered, trailing off.

“I-wh-um, hold on, you’re Spider-Man?! Like the super hero one?” Meredith stammered, eyes widening.

Peter nodded slowly, a sheepish expression on his face. "Uh, yeah."

"Mmm, and this is why we don't break curfew," May said, giving him a stern look.

“So, I know a superhero. Wow, I saved a superhero!”

Peter beamed. "Takes one to save one. And you are also the…" he counted off his fingers, "the fifth person to know my identity! Congrats." 

“Wow, and you were my first surgery in months… sure a complicated one, but still!”

May ruffled her nephew's hair. "It's always complicated with him."

Peter ducked, giving her a pout. "How rude."

The three laughed as joyous shrieks filled the air, they turned to the door to see Zola and Bailey rushing in, massive grins lit up their faces.

“Ah my babies!” Mer said delighted as she bent down, the kids running into her arms. She picked up Bailey, sat Zola on May’s lap, and sighed, smiling weakly.

"Can we watch Star Wars now?" Peter asked, peeking out from under the sheets.

“Of course,” Mer chuckled, grabbing the remote. She switched on the TV and they all huddled close together, preparing themselves for a long movie marathon.

GAHHH, they’re so cute!<3
And then we added pictures on the bottom cause why not

Ok the end baiiiiiii