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"Derrick," Meredith whined. "Where are we going?"

Derrick rolled his eyes at her impatience. "Mer, I already told you. It's a surprise."

"Why are you doing this?" Meredith asked, staring out the window.

He had insisted on taking her out, but refused to tell her where they were going to.

He forced her into the car and ignored her pouting.

"Why won't you just tell me?" Meredith demanded.

"Because you could use a surprise. It'll be good for you."

Derrick turned towards her and flashed a smile. "Stop that!" Meredith warned.

"Stop what?"

"Giving me that look! You expect that just by looking at me like that I'll do whatever you want. You're trying to dazzle me."

"So you're saying it's bad to smile lovingly at my wife."

Meredith tried not to smile but failed miserably. "You're not as dark and twisty as you think you are," Derrick said.

He chuckled slightly and Meredith laughed as well.

"Come on, where are you taking me?" Meredith asked, shooting him sad eyes.

"Fine," he groaned. "I'm taking you to-

Derrick was cut off, mid- sentence as the car slid over black ice and spun out of control. Meredith shrieked and Derrick shouted as the car crashed into a tree. The car basically folded around the front of the tree.

The airbags had stuffed Derrick and Meredith back into their seats as glass shattered and landed in the car.

Derrick inhaled deeply, trying to catch his breath. His hand reached up and touched his face right beneath his nose. He pulled his hand away and found blood on it.

"Meredith!" he gasped. "Are you alright?"

No answer.

"Meredith!" Derrick yelled, pushing the airbag away and turning to see her.

Her eyes were shut and she was covered in blood.

Derrick climbed over the seat and reached for Meredith's neck. She had a pulse. But it was weak. He desperately reached for his cells phone, but couldn't get to it.

Rain began to pour through the broken wind shield. A car's light shined on Derrick's tear stained face.

"Mer," he whispered.

Meredith gasped as she found herself in the same limbo type word she did last time she died.

"Crap!" she muttered as she sat straight up. "I'm dead?"

"No," a familiar voice said. "You're in a coma."

But she fell silent as her eyes rested upon the one watching her this time.

It wasn't Denny, it wasn't that Bonny patient, not her mom's friend, and not the one who died from the bomb. It wasn't even her mom.

There was only one person there who Meredith stopped breathing when she saw him.

"George?!" she gasped.