Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's (obviously). Just borrowing the characters…

I have no idea why I decided to write a fic like this. I have no idea why this idea's been in my head for so long but I decided to try to see if I could get it out there.

Just wanted to give a huge thanks to my Beta and everyone who encouraged me to write this fic.

The title is based off of Beyonce's song Sweet Dreams…this is the video with lyrics: /JlxByc0-V40

So without further ado…Enjoy

Seattle residents were used to rain; or so people thought.

Snuggling deeper into his wife's back, Derek relaxed and continued sleeping. He and Meredith had worked a long and hectic shift at the hospital so once they had gotten home they had a nice relaxing evening, enjoyed dinner then headed off to bed.

It felt like the only place that they could come for silence was their bedroom. It was quiet, content and their roommates knew it was off limits. And though they loved their friends it seemed that whenever someone had a problem they always came to one of them, which they didn't mind but sometimes it was nice to have some peace, quiet and privacy.

Content and sleeping Derek grumbled when he heard a pager go off on Meredith's night table. He squinted and let out a groan when he saw it was three thirty in the morning and that it was his pager vibrating and beeping. He picked it up and rolled over.

"Mm, wassit?" Meredith asked him sleepily

"The hospital. Have to go into check on my patient." Derek told her as he started to change.

"Wait, I'll come with you." Meredith said in her sleep as she rolled over and snuggled deeper into Derek's pillow.

"Don't. Sleep Mer, there's no point in both of us losing sleep." Derek told her

"Are you sure?" Meredith asked him, her eyes still closed

"I'm sure. I'll see you in a few hours." He replied as he leaned over to softly and gently kiss her before heading out the door.

"Good 'uk" Meredith said to him as she fell back to sleep.

It was only four hours later when Meredith heard the alarm blazing, waking her up. She reached over to slap it a few times; unsuccessfully before actually silencing it. She got up and went over to her window only to see it was pouring rain outside. In their washroom she brushed her teeth, washed her face then walked to her closet and pulled on a pair of jeans and a grey V-neck sweater before running downstairs. She headed into the kitchen to find it empty; apparently everyone had left for work except for her. Quickly making herself a cup of coffee and scarfing down a banana, she walked into the foyer, pulled on a pair of black-heeled boots and her jacket and grabbed her bag. Opening the door to head to her car; she groaned as she realize the pouring rain was actually a torrential downpour. Sighing in annoyance she quickly locked the door and ran to her car, only to get partially soaked in the process.

Looking in the mirror she saw that her once nicely waved hair was damp and frizzy.

"Crap." She muttered to herself as she put the car in reverse and backed out of the drive way and onto the main street.

It was only once she got onto the main roads that she saw just how bad it was outside. It looked as if there weren't that many cars on the road and she couldn't really blame them. If she didn't have to work she wouldn't either but that wasn't up to her, so she drove as slow as she could while trying to see through the windshield wipers.

She continued driving coming to a busy intersection and tried to brake as she saw the lights ahead of her turn from green to yellow. She attempted to stop, but with the slipperiness of the roads she had to push down hard on the pedal and ended up stopping almost in the middle of the intersection.

"Relax Meredith." She said to herself, opening her eyes, only to hear and see a truck coming towards her. Before she knew it her car was crushed and pushed into a poll trapping her inside.

Meredith sat there unconscious, a deep gash on her forehead, blood pouring down, her arm and leg, and more injuries below the surface.