In the light of the sun

Is there anyone? Oh it has begun.

Oh dear you look so lost.

Eyes are red and tears are shed.

This world you must have crossed yourself.

"Derek let me go." She cried uselessly trying to free herself from his grip. "I'm going to Boston, that's final. I need a new start. I need to be away from you. Away from lies."

"No, Meredith! Stop running. Stop running from everything, from me. I messed up big deal." He shouted as he finally let go of her, but grabbed the cab door before she could close it.

"Derek you don't even understand." She yelled through streaming tears that mixed with thunderous rain water.

You don't know me, You don't even care.

You said you don't know me, You don't wear my chains.

She wasn't leaving him because she didn't trust him or love him. Her reason for leaving was one she would only understand. Meredith loved Derek with all her heart, but she was leaving so that he wouldn't get hurt. So that he didn't have to deal with the cloud of gloom she brought everywhere she went. She was bringing him down.

Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts

Across an open field.

Well the flowers gaze at you.

You're no the only ones who cry when they see you.

"Meredith please." He said with concern and heartbreak in his eyes. Thunder roared above them, causing Meredith to jump, her fear of thunder taking the best of her.

You don't know me, You don't even care.

You don't know me, You don't wear my chains.

She collapsed back into the seat in a fit of tears and with a final yank pulled herself up and the door closed. Her hand pressed against the window and so did his, her final words barely visible through the rain. I love you.

She said I think I'll go to Boston.

I think I'll start a new life.

I think I'll start over where no one knows my name.

I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather.

I think I'll get a lover, Fly him out to Spain.

I think I'll go to Boston, I think that I'm just tired.

I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind.

I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset.

I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice.

Boston.

Derek hit the door with his hand as it reared into drive, pulling the love of his life away. How could she leave him like that?


Meredith's memories flashed through her mind as the wind wisped around her and the front doors of Seattle Grace. A year ago she had been walking out those doors, out of the life, out of herself. She figured Derek had left the hospital after she did, just seeing his hurt face that day had nearly killed her. And with that Meredith pushed open the front door and slipped her finger over that too familiar button that made the elevator go up to floor four, the surgical wing.


Derek sat in his office looking over the file that had been placed in front of him by his secretary. There was no way that the name on the file was the person who was coming to see him for a job. They had to be playing some sick joke on him, Mark possibly.

That day was the day his heart was ripped out. He had walked around since completely immersed in his work and a broken man. He could barely breath anymore, he felt his chest caving in. It had been a permanent and painful feeling ever since that day. Her face flashed through his mind, the one that had mouthed those three final words to him.

Supposedly she didn't love him anymore, he didn't believe it. Derek tried to convince himself that she didn't, in hopes that the pain would go away and that he could forget. It hadn't proved to be helpful. He knew that she loved him, she couldn't stop as she once told him. There was no other guy, she had left the state. Some stupid line up at Boston Mercy. Derek swallowed hard and swiveled his chair around so that his back was to the door. The name plate gleamed on his desk, Chief Derek Shepherd.


"Ma'am, the Chief is ready to see you." Rhonda, the Chief's assistant called to Meredith.

Meredith sat properly and upright in her chair, running films in her mind of how Richard Webber would be happy to see her, probably welcome her. The man that had torn apart her family had also been the closest thing she ever had to a dad.

The old surgeon had slept with her mother in open on-call rooms, but her oblivious father had blown all of that over, acting as if none of it ever happened. It had happened though, and so had her mother's death, her step-mothers death, and the new-found hate her father held for her.

One year ago, her father had told her that he never wanted to see her again. She found herself to gloomy for anyone to love, even Derek. She knew he did, but she still felt that she was saving him. He needed fresh air.

Meredith wiped a stray light tear from the inside of her eye. She couldn't keep Chief Webber waiting, she certainly had made him wait long enough. Meredith gave a small smile to Rhonda, the same assistant from all those two years ago when she started her internship. Rhonda slid an old, wrinkled hand over the door handle and opened the grudging door with a small shove.


"Chief, Miss Grey is here to see you." She said, fully aware of the past that the two had.

Derek heard Rhonda's voice, the door open, and the small footsteps that he easily recognized enter. He hadn't heard that light footstep in months and it was a relief to his ever aching heart. She was here, in all her glory, really here. He swiveled around in his chair to greet a shocked face, Meredith's.


She had been expecting Chief Webber, but the chair turned and her mouth gaped, struggling for air.

"D-Derek…?" she let out quietly, practically inaudible.