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Meredith walked into Seattle Grace Hospital the same way she had done for the past three years, but this time things seemed… different.

Christina was standing there with her interns… that was it; they were now Residents. Meredith took a moment to take in her surroundings before walking up to Christina.

"Ok, you and you," she said gesturing to two of the bright faced interns, "you'll be on labs." She was grinning, Meredith knew she'd enjoy bossing the new interns about.

She walked up and tapped Christina on the shoulder, "Having a good day?"

"Oh yeah." She said snidely, smirking as she turned back to the interns.

Callie walked in, "Ok, everybody! Listen up; we've got an emergency rolling in. A three way car crash, no deaths but some serious injuries." She turned to face Christina and Meredith, "Yang, gather your interns in the ER and Grey, take your interns to meet the ambulance when it comes in, got it?"

"Got it."

At the hospital doors Bailey was waiting patiently for the ambulance and Meredith's crew, "Alright; we got three separate ambulances comin' in so, Grey, split up your team."

Meredith nodded and turned to face the group of five, "George?!"

"Yes?"

"George, go wait in the ER, you already know how this works."

"Ok, boss." He said grinning. He turned and walked back inside, leaving four interns.

"Ok Smith and Daniels, take the first casualty. Reed and Taylor, the second casualty. I'll handle the third. I want you to take the injured straight into the ER, no messin' around!"

The interns nodded and walked forward waiting for the incoming ambulances.

The first one came out, "Mark Brown, 35, severe head trauma, fracture to his right leg and crushed pelvic bone." Smith and Daniel's impressed Meredith by not asking any further questions, after hearing of his injuries they rolled the patient into the ER.

Then came the Next casualty, "Thomas Davis, 56, severe tricep laceration and large puncture wound to his left leg." Taylor went to take a look at the laceration and had to be excused due to a vomiting fit. Meredith didn't hold much hope for her. Bailey took her place and rolled the patient in with Dr. Reed.

Meredith stood there, alone, waiting for the last casualty. Five minutes had passed and George walked up behind her, "Doctor Grey, I've been sent out to help you bring in the last casualty. I hope that's not a problem."

Meredith smiled and turned to face George, "Hmm… I suppose you'll just have to do."

George nodded and walked over. He wrinkled his nose at the vomit near the far wall, "Patient's?"

"No… interns." Meredith sighed.

The third ambulance rolled up and the doors burst open.

"What have we got?" Meredith questioned looking into the ambulance.

"Derek Shepherd, 39, punctured lung, broken rib and a small skull fracture. Also suspected head trauma and shock."

"Why do you suspect that?" asked George.

The paramedic said something, but Meredith was deaf to him, 'Derek…'

"Meredith? Meredith!"

Meredith looked at George, "Ok… we need to take him straight into the ER. Let's go!"

Meredith sat in the waiting room. The second Bailey found out Derek was a casualty she sent Meredith off the case and took over her interns for the day. Meredith protested, but it was futile, a waste of breath, but that didn't matter now. She had walked down to the room in her white coat and scrubs, and just waited.

He was hurt, and she couldn't breathe. She couldn't breathe knowing he was hurt. He had been brought straight into surgery over his collapsed lung, and she had been told he should be fine.

"Grey?" came a voice from the nurses' station.

Meredith looked up, "Yes?"

The nurse smiled, "He just woke up, if you would like to see him. Be warned, he's still a little groggy after the anesthetic."

"Thank you." Meredith replied before walking into the room.

She couldn't help the small sob she let out when she saw him. He was just laying there, his eyes half open in a sleepy stare. He was looking at her.

Meredith walked over and picked up his chart. She let out a sigh of relief. All looked well.

"Excuse me?" came Derek's raspy voice.

Meredith almost dropped the chart, "Oh, I'm sorry, I just."

"It's Ok," he replied, "you're a doctor. It's what you do."

Meredith smiled, "Yeah… I suppose." She walked over and put a hand on his shoulder, "Unfortunately though, I'm not your doctor."

Derek let out a small chuckle, "That must be horrible."

Meredith sighed, "Well… yes and no, I mean this means I get to spend time with you as a visitor instead."

Derek smiled, but there was something about it that seemed… awkward. "Derek... what's wrong?" she asked after a moment.

He sighed and shook his head, "I'm sorry… but do I know you from somewhere?"

Meredith eyes went wide, "Y-you… you… you don't remember me?"

He looked up at her awkwardly, "I'm sorry… no."

She just smiled and nodded, "Ok… Ok." She turned on heel and walked out of the room.

She turned to see Richard Webber running up to her, "Meredith!"

And then she broke down.