A/n: I'm usually very Cristina/Owen oriented but I thought I'd give this a try. Try something new. Hope you like it.
ONE SHOT.
Untitled.
Meredith sat in the on-call room in the dark. Tears streaming down her face.
She had lost her baby.
Her and Derek's baby.
It was the first time she truly realized she wanted to have his kids, perfect hair and all.
All gone.
She sat at the edge of the bed with her head in her hands.
She didn't even notice the door open quietly and close.
Someone sat next to her and held her hand in theirs.
She turned her head.
Piercing blue eyes stared back.
He'd been there when it happened.
"I know I don't have a right to-"
She cut him off.
"It's okay."
He had taken a chance and held her hand.
She thought about ripping her hand away, telling him he had no business with her. None at all. She'd even thought about blaming him for her miscarriage.
If he hadn't gotten shot and if she hadn't had to operate.
But she knew that wasn't true.
So she surrendered and let him hold her hand still.
And in that, she found comfort.
A little while later, Owen looked at her.
"Are you okay?" He asked calmly.
"No." Meredith replied flatly.
"That's alright." He said with understanding in his voice.
"It is?" She asked, puzzled.
"It is. You don't have to be okay now. Later maybe."
"I'm almost beginning to not hate you." Meredith said with a slight smile on her face.
Owen laughed a little.
"Good."
THE END!
What did you think my babies? Just something new!