Meredith

She walked down the hallway, laughing at a text that she had just gotten from Cristina.

It felt good to laugh. Almost a year had passed since Derek was shot, since a shooter was in the hosptal, since the worst day of her life.

But now it was begining to go back to normal. Everything was begining to be right again. Derek was working, he was healed.

He was okay.

The hallways of Seattle Grace were always crowded. But not today.

Today as Meredith walked down the hallway it was completely empty.

But she was too focused on the text that Cristina sent her to notice. Cristina had texted her saying, I just walked in on two of my idiot interns having a little fun in one of the suply closets, and they didn't lock the door!

Just your luck huh, Meredith texted back, laughing. But when she hit send something strange happened.

A little message popped up on her phone saying, Signal lost, dead end.

Meredith didn't understand. She always got a signal here.

All of a sudden her pager went off. She pulled it out quickly and read it, ready for a surgery or something.

But when she read it she gasped at who it was from.

I have to warn you ahead of time before it is too late. The worst is yet to come.

-George

Meredith froze and her head began to spin.

It was impossible! George was dead. But how?

All of a sudden her body became completely numb and her pager and phone dropped from her hands, hitting the ground with a loud thud.

And that was the last thing she heard before her ears started to ring and she couldn't feel her legs anymore.

She fell to the ground, her head hitting the ground hard, when suddenly her vision went back and she couldn't even here herself screaming.

The hospital faded.

She found herself running through asmokey hallway. Sparks were flying and she couldn't breathe.

She dropped to the ground and began to crawl under the ghusts of smoke, coughing heavily and desperately needing fresh air.

She continued to crwal through the blackness until she suddenly saw an opening to a room ahead.

There was a large fire burning in there and she heard something besides the crackling of the burning hospital.

She heard someone breathing heavily, slowly, and almost not breathing at all.

Meredith pulled herself as hard as she could towards the burning room and could make out a large figure on the ground behind all of the smoke.

"Excuse me!" she tried to call, her voice weak. "Can you hear me? Hello!"

She pulled herself further towards the room and a big puff of smoke hit her in the face. She fell to the ground coughing and gaping for more air.

But she wouldn't stop until she found out who the person was.

"Help!" she shrieked. "Is anybodfy still in the building?"

There was a low groan, almost inconherent, but Meredith heard it. She knew that sound. She heard it every morning when the alarm went off and when they had to get up.

"Derek!" she gasped.

Suddenly she didn;t even care how much smoke she inhaled. She pulled herself forqard until she could get into the room.

And then she saw him.

There was a large gash on his forehead. His arms covered his face form the smoke and they were covered in burns. There was blood dripping down his stomach and his legs were covered in burns as well.

His hair was stuck to his head in blood and his breathing was so slow, his pulse was so weak, that he was barely alive.

"No," Meredith whispered. "Derek!" she shrieked. "Can you hear me?"

Derek let out another moan and his hand twitched slightly.

Meredith moved his arms away from his face so that they hung down from his sides and she saw a few burns on his face. But his arms had protected it mostly.

His eyes opened once and they almost sparkled when they saw her. But then they shut and his breathing grew so weak that she wasn't even sure if he was still breathing at all.

"No!" Meredith yelled. "Derek! Help somebody... please!" She was growing weaker and weaker as the smoke began to get to her. "H-help... he... h-he... some-body... he... needs... h..elp..." and the last thing she whispered before she collapsed next to Derek was, "Please... don't... leave me..." she took a deep breath, inhaling smoke. "Derek."

And she collapsed.

Meredith's eyes snapped open and she started hyperventalating and gasping for air. She screamed once when she felt a hand on her shoulder and then she screamed again.

"Shh, shh. Mer, it's me. Meredith, it's me," she recognized that voice. He was alive. "Can you hear me? Meredith?"

SHe couldn't see anything. She thought she was blind for a moment until she realized that she had closed her eyes again.

When she opened them she saw his face.

"Derek," she whispered.

It took all the strength she had to sit up and throw her arms around Derek's neck. She sobbed into his shoulder as nurses carried a stretcher over to her.

The hospital was now crowded again and as Meredith looked to the doors at the end of the hallway she saw his shadow walking past them.

George.

"Meredith, what happened? Do you remember?" Derek's voice was pleading to understand.

Meredith looked over Derek's shoulder at the pager on the ground and it said, Listen to your warning, before it dissapeared and the screen went blank.

A/N: I know this story is different. But I came up with the idea and I just had to write it. I have many other stories that I am working on, so I don't have to continue unless I actually get some reviews and not just adding me to your favorites and alerts. Even if you don't feel like reviewing, please just tell me what you think. Should I continue?