Was it Enough?
A Grey's Anatomy fanfiction
Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy is not mine and sadly neither is Patrick Dempsey.
The lyrics belong to Ashlee Simpson and possibly Train if I decide to do a second chapter.
Pairing: Hello! Derek/ Meredith
Timeline: After "As We Know It"
"Everywhere you go is everywhere I've been,
You finish all my sentences before they begin,
And I know that look in your eyes,
Like I've seen you before about a million times
In another life,
In another life maybe…
In another life, you must have been mine."
-Ashlee Simpson, "In Another Life"
Meredith Grey had a feeling. A bad feeling. She felt like she was going to die. She didn't know how and she didn't know when she just knew. But as she was standing there with her fingers wrapped around a bomb inside the body cavity of Mr. Carlson. This was how it was going to happen.
I can't remember our last kiss.
The bomb squad guy had told her to pretend he was someone she liked. She took a deep breath and after a moment, it was Derek who was standing on the other side of the gurney.
"You can do this, Meredith."
She nodded and just before she withdrew her hand from the patient's chest, she whispered.
"George and Izzy shouldn't have to move out of the house."
"No one is dying today, Grey." She heard Burke reply.
Meredith nodded and slowly and steadily removed her hand, which was wrapped around the bomb from Mr.Carlson's chest.
Derek, I love you.
Meredith carefully handed the device to the guy from the bomb squad and he whispered, "You did good."
The guy walked out into the corridor carrying the explosive, with Meredith a few steps behind marveling at the fact that she was still alive.
And then the bomb exploded. The corridor went dark and the impact of the blast knocked Meredith backwards off her feet. She closed her eyes and tried in vain to protect her face from the broken glass and falling plaster.
Then everything went black.
As Derek stepped off the elevator and into the chaos that the corridors of Seattle Grace had become, he thought of one thing.
Meredith. Where the hell was Meredith?
He scanned the crowd and spotted Richard Webber.
"Where…where is she?"
Webber met his eyes and steered him toward the end of the corridor.
Derek was about to breathe a sigh of relief.
Meredith's alive! She's alive!
But it was Addison, not Meredith who approached and embraced him with a look of concern on her face.
"Derek…you're okay."
He felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. He kissed his wife's forehead and replied absently, "I'll be right back."
After what seemed like hours of searching he came upon George O'Malley who stood peering into the locker room.
"Is she in there?"
George nodded, "Christina and Izzy are cleaning her up."
Without another word Derek walked into the locker room. He saw Yang and Stevens supporting a very dazed and bloodied Meredith as she stood under the shower.
"Let me."
Christina and Izzy looked at each other and after a moment, they shifted their brave, yet disoriented friend into Derek's arms and then left the locker room.
Derek gently removed Meredith's scrubs and stroked her hair, and held her as she leaned back under the spray to rinse the blood and debris from her face.
"You're okay, Meredith. You're okay." Derek whispered, as he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.
At the sound of Derek's voice, Meredith seemed to momentarily come to her senses.
"Derek?"
"I'm right here, Meredith. You're safe, I promise."
"Derek, I…"
He knew what she was about to say. He didn't know if his face was wet from the spray or from the tears running down his face.
"I know…"
Derek turned off the shower and just held her.
"Is it enough? She whispered.
He pulled her close, kissed her forehead and inhaled the sweet familiar scent of lavender from her hair.
"No, it's not but I wish it were."