7.01

Helena and Cristina walked to the nurses station at the hospital lobby, both flipping through wedding magazines. Since Cristina and Owen had decided to get married, after the shooting, the two had been helping each other out with the wedding planning. Or, truthfully, Helena had been helping Cristina, who pretended to care.

The truth is, the short girl hadn't really been able to do much else at work, since she still hadn't been cleared for surgery. So she scrolled through wedding magazines and picked out flowers and color pallets, in hope of getting back to what she loved soon.

"Derek got arrested. Again." Meredith told her people, getting out of the elevator by her husband. "Reckless endangerment."

"Meredith, please..." The man asked.

"Did he lose his license, yet?" Cristina asked, looking up from her magazine as her arm was intertwined with Helena's.

"No, because they don't charge him, because the cops worship him." The blond rolled her eyes.

"Because I saved some of their lives." Derek shrugged, taking off his jacked.

"What are we picking?" The blond asked the brides.

"Dress color." Helena hummed, looking up from the magazine.

"I'm not wearing white. It's sexist and... vaguely racist." Cristina complained as they kept walking. "No white, no veil, no rice."

"Well, what will your mother say?" Meredith inquired.

"No mother." Helena explained, giggling. "I'm not doing a veil, but I wanna do the white. The problem is which white. Did you know how many there are? There's diamond white, pearl, ivory, champagne..."

"That's why I did a post it wedding." Meredith chuckled at her friend's lost look, turning to Derek. "You know, I didn't get cleared for surgery and I'm pretty sure it's your fault."

"Meredith, I am the chief, I can overrule the counselor." The man told her, nonchalantly.

"I love the blue." The blond pointed to a dress on Cristina's magazine, the short girl humming in agreement.

"Chief Shepherd, you're back!" April let out, joining them. "I found a giant skull based cordoma, biggest one I've ever seen. Came into the ER with trouble breathing."

"You got cleared for surgery?" Helena asked her recent friend.

"I did."

"Bitch." Meredith chuckled, having gotten closer to April during the shooting.

As they walked into the lobby, a crowd started applauding, Derek stepping up to the chairs.

"We didn't get a round of applause." Helena teased as her and her friends stood to the side next to Mark.

"Thank you, thank you very much." Derek told them. "It's, uh, it's great to be back. First of all I'd like to thank Dr. Webber for stepping up in my absence. I'm grateful for all of you, for all of your support during my recovery. Thank you. It's just to great to be back as Chief... I'm grateful for the, uh..." He trailed off, looking at the CT in his hands. "I'm sorry, that's a lie." At that, Helena furrowed her brows, looking up from her magazine. "It's what people say and... uh, the truth is... I hate being Chief. I hate it. Chief Webber... Chief Webber is our chief. And I'm sorry hit this giant... I have to take a look at this cordoma. I'm sorry but I quit." Derek finished, the crowd beginning to whisper to each other.

"Hum... that was... unexpected." Helena looked to her fiancé, who looked at her back before he let out a chuckle.

"He just quit." He pointed out, the short girl letting out a giggle of her own.

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Helena sat in the tunnels, eating a salad as she looked over yet another wedding magazine with Cristina, squished between her and Jackson.