This is my first Grey's fanfiction and I have plans for more if this fic does well!

Let me just start off with this: Derek did not die, nor will he ever die in any of my stories. Grey's just isn't the same; I keep waiting for Dempsey to pop up on my TV screen :(

Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy is not mine, nor will it ever be. All credits go to Shonda and ABC network.

Chapter 1

All he saw was memories of the past ten years; all including Meredith and/or their children. They flew by in fast pictures: waking up on Meredith's floor after their one night stand, sharing Doc with Meredith, the house of candles, their post-it wedding, Meredith's support after his shooting, the temporary custody they once had with Zola before she was taken from them all too soon, officially adopting Zola after many grueling months after misery, Zola's first word and first steps, celebrating Zola's first birthday surrounded by their friends and family, Meredith's announcement of being pregnant with Bailey, the long months of Meredith's pregnancy and supporting Meredith through her fears after losing the baby, the near-death his wife experienced during a superstorm while having their baby boy delivered. And, most recently, their fights about D.C, his decision to leave his new job to return to Seattle full time, his wanting of a new baby. But now, he can remember a semi-truck zooming its way through his car.

In an attempt to call Meredith, Derek dropped his phone on the floor below the passenger's seat. Picking up the phone, he quickly ducked back to the other side of the car upon see the truck that would presumably end his life. This is it he thought as he saw the truck ready to make impact with his car.

The drivers side of the car was totaled, seeing as how the semi-truck had pushed his car towards the edge of the road. To his relief, he hadn't sustained much injuries, just a bruise that would soon show up from landing on the gear shift in his haste to avoid his guaranteed death had he stayed in the driver seat. The passenger side, thankfully, was untouched, so Derek quickly made his way out of the vehicle, and walking away from the event that had just occurred. Looking at the time, Derek sighed.

It was five o'clock and he was supposed to call Meredith an hour ago to let her know that he was boarding his plane. The plane that was supposed to take him to D.C so he could officially quit his job and collect the rest of his belongings. He may have just escaped death, but he'd be facing it soon enough again if he didn't get a hold of Meredith. Because oh boy was she going to kill him.

On the deserted road, it was just him. No one was around, any sign of civilization was back a couple of yards. He had to get out of there, back home to his wife and kids. There was no cell phone reception so Derek had no way of calling anyone. On the phone he had told Amelia that he knew a short cut to the airport, but truth be told, today was the first day Derek was taking that path. And that came back to bite him in the ass because he had no idea of how long this winding road was, or even how far he was before he would come in contact with cellular reception.

For once in Seattle, it was a sunny day; and with that sunny day came heat. Derek walked quite distance and sweat was beginning to seep through his clothes. He wasn't very religious, but he prayed to God that he would know where he was soon because he needed to make some phone calls, and get rehydrated.

Miles later, Derek found himself at a small gas stop where he had little cell reception. The most important call he had to make first was the police to make them aware of the situation that occurred all those miles back, then Meredith. Hopefully she would understand everything and not have a panic attack when he told her about the accident. It was a little past six now, so she should be arriving back at their house soon. Maybe he would just show up and surprise her? No Derek decided against that idea because he knew his wife hated surprises. How would he even word that? "Surprise, I never left Washington because I met a near death experience"? That would just cause his wife to freak out more than he already knew she would.

"9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

"Derek Shepherd calling. I was on scene today with the car accident on the back roads. I need to report another accident. A semi-truck crashed into my vehicle. I am no longer on the scene...I had to get reception to make this call."

"Are you injured?"

"No. I am fine, but the driver is probably going to be a bit banged up. Will most likely need to be sent to the hospital. It was a mess back there, my car is half totaled. Just...send someone out. Immediately."

Before the opperator could respond, Derek hung up and stepped into the small shop that sat on the property of the gas station to buy a couple bottles of water to rehydrate before he called Meredith. Downing one bottle, Derek stepped back outside and made the call to his wife...

"You've reached Meredith Grey..."

...or, well he tried to. He knew Meredith, she only turned her phone off when she was in surgery so if it went off the nurses wouldn't read any text messages-a routine now done due to a very dirty text Derek had sent her a while back. Before he could do anything else, he saw that his phone was on ten percent. And he left his bags in his car...and that included his phone charger. At least he had his wallet.

Coming out of surgery at five thirty, Meredith was still concerned about not having heard from Derek. She pulled out her phone; no calls, no texts, nothing. Sighing, Meredith tried calling her husband who she hoped had a great excuse for not contacting her.

"This is Derek Sh..."

The phone didn't even ring, it just went straight to voicemail. She sat down at the nurses station in an effort to calm her nerves. She had a feeling; a feeling that she was all too familiar with from back during her intern year and she held her hand in a body cavity that could explode at any moment. The feeling that day was what she was experiencing at that moment and she didn't like it at all.

She needed someone to calm her down. Alex was in surgery, Amelia was in surgery, it was Maggie's day off so she volunteered to watch the kids that day. She had no one. But then Doctor Bailey arrived.

"Grey?" Her former resident, her mentor asked softly in concern.

Meredith looked up from her phone and sighed. "Derek was supposed to call by now telling me that he was boarding his plane. He was supposed to go to D.C and officially quit and pack up the rest of his things so he could return home full time. But I haven't heard from him since this morning when he left. The last I know, Amelia was the last person to talk to him before his phone cut off their phone call. For all I know he was in another plane crash. And this time, I'm not there to find him, to pin his arm up with a safety pin, keep him warm if it got cold. There's this feeling. And it's not a good one...my mind knows that something bad is going to happen, but I just don't know what."

Bailey stood at the nurses station soaking in all of what her former intern was saying. She knew the worry Meredith went through each time Derek stepped foot onto a plane ever since the plane crash that took the lives of her sister and Mark Sloan. Hell, Bailey worried each time he stepped on a plane because she knew that if anything had happened, Meredith would blame herself and enter a dark place no one really understood but Yang and Karev, the first one not being in contact with anyone from Seattle in almost a year. "He'll show up, Grey. Stop thinking bad things. There's not always another shoe that's going to drop. I know all of the difficulties you have had in the past and the worries you go through, but you can't put that stress on you, especially when you're working. When does your shift end?"

Meredith thought back to her schedule and sighed. "Eight." That was just over two hours from now.

"Take yourself to an on call room and try and get some kind of sleep in because you look like hell," Bailey instructed.

Meredith listened to Bailey, however her attempts at sleep were short lived as she was being paged with an incoming MVC. Sighing and complaing about people not being careful on the road, Meredith got up from the bed and began her way to the elevator.

Reaching the first floor, Meredith picked up her pace to make it to the ER as quickly as possible when she passed a waiting room. The waiting room that had a news station playing. The news station that was reporting on a motor vehicle crash on the back roads of the highway. With footage that showed Derek's car in the background smashed up on the drivers side, the semi truck mereged with it.

MVC. NO. Meredith's stomach sank, her heart rate sky rocketing. She began running to the ER but before she could make it there, Bailey intercepted her run.

With Bailey's arms stopping Meredith, Meredith tried squirming her way out of the woman's hold. Was Bailey trying to tell her about Derek? Was he injured...or worse...dead? She didn't know what she would do with herself if anything ever happened to him again. First the shooting, then the plane crash and now this? She had a freaking feeling. "Bailey, I have to go. Derek's car was there. I need to go...MVC...Derek..." The was all Meredith was able to get out before she started having a panic attack.

Bailey was quick to sit her down and calm the younger woman down. "Meredith, it was the driver. The driver of the truck was brought in. He was the only one that was there. Derek wasn't at the scene at all."

"I'm telling you, that was his car. My husband was not only in a car crash, but is also MIA? That doesn't make me feel any better, Bailey! He is stubborn as hell; he probably thought he was just fine, got out of the damn car and left to go get help. But now, he is no where to be found, only God knows where my husband is."

A/N: Well, there's chapter 1...I have had this idea since I watched all of Grey's in the summer after seeing 11x21 and the wording of this chapter hit me as I was packing up my dorm room for the summer, so I typed it up as I thought it through and posted it. If there are any spelling errors, I am sorry, I just didn't have the time to check them over (and I don't use Word to type documents, therefore I had no spell checking either). Reviews are welcomed and appreciated, as are any suggestions.