AN: this is how i think clark would've gone about getting revenge on derek, he's too intelligent to go after him in a hospital i mean COME ON SERIOUSLY?

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Dangers of the Job

Ch 1: The Accident

He was so tired that he almost staggered inside the convenience store to pay for his gas, such a long day and an even longer night. Face red, eyes swollen, hair a mess, Derek Sheppard put a twenty on the counter and somehow managed to keep himself from tearing up as the clerk handed him the receipt. He was the only car in the gas station so it was pretty obvious which pump to put the money on, he silently thanked God he didn't have to try and speak to the woman behind that register.

He was almost numb as he popped his gas cap and began filling up, the day's surgery flashed through his mind violently. Even though he knew it was useless he put a hand to his forehead and rubbed above his eyebrows, there was no way to shake the sound of that flat-line. Even though he'd warned the patient and the family they'd pushed for the surgery, the Chief wasn't exactly helping as he was desperate for the publicity and not to mention the money. The nozzle clicked off and interrupted his thoughts, he could barely see as he fumbled for his car keys. The overhead lights in the gas station shut off and the emergency night lights flickered on inside the store. She had been so full of life until he got her on the table, he threw his jacket on the passenger seat and put his head on the steering wheel. Finally alone and in the darkness, he faced the memory.

The door handle popped open and before he could react someone had grabbed his shirt and was jerking him out of the car. His head hit the fuel pump with a thud and the car door slammed shut.

"You killed her, you bastard," the voice was filled with hatred and pain.

Derek vaguely recognized the voice but couldn't place it, he put a hand on the ground and got to his knees. His head pulsed," Who's there?" he asked as he wiped his eyes.

"You're a damned murderer…" the assailant drew a deep breath and his foot caught Derek below the jaw. He landed on his back and tasted the sharp metallic taste of blood," you killed her and got away with it," a kick landed at the bottom of Derek's ribs and made a sick crackling sound.

"I…promise…I…" Derek gasped for breath as he rolled onto his side and clutched his chest, coughing.

"You…killed…her," each word was sounded out maliciously and followed by harsh kicks," I trusted you," the voice began to shake," SHE trusted you."

His entire body hurt, he could tell that at least two of the ribs on his left side were broken and he needed help fast. Every time he opened his mouth to try and reason with the attacker he was rewarded with another blow. He heard the man walking around him and talking to himself as if wondering what to do next and took the opportunity to try for his cell phone, painfully he patted his pockets only to remember the phone was in the car. Panic rose in his throat and he grabbed the door handle of his car to help him stand. He tried to move slowly so he wouldn't disturb the other man's thoughts or rambling, but when he saw Derek had the door almost halfway open it only infuriated him more.

He tried to move as the man rushed him and almost succeeded when the door and his adversary's full weight pinned his shoulder between the other man and freedom," You don't get to cop out of this one," for the first time, light shown on his attacker's face.

"Mr. Clark?" Derek rasped in shock.

"Shut up! You've said enough today!" Clark reached into his coat and pulled a switchblade," it's my turn to talk and I've made damned sure you're gonna listen real good."