I'd like to say hello to everyone, and thank you for checking out my story. I never take a break from them; I can't really. I came up with this idea like last night, so I don't know how you'll like it. But read and review please, tell me what you think, so I know if this sorry has a good shot or not. Thank you!

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Tragedy can do many things to people. Most are sad and hurt for a while, but slowly and surely they are able to raise themselves out of it and beginning over again, though the sadness never completely leaves them. Then there are the other people, the people that when tragedy occurs, they become lost in themselves and their sorrow. They slide into a world of darkness in which they can find no escape. They fall farther and farther away until no one is able to help them anymore, and all hope is lost. Unless a miracle happens. And they don't happen all that often. Especially when you have no luck.

You can never tell who will handle it and who will not; you just have to wait and see. Because even when you expect that a person will handle something well, it isn't always the case. Because sometimes that person has just been pushed to far that they cannot be pushed anymore.

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Meredith and Derek had been through a lot in their relationship. There had been ups and downs (more ups than downs) but they always seemed to get through it in the end. They were Meredith and Derek after all. They were the couple that everyone talked about.

Derek had often not completely trusted that Meredith was in the relationship one hundred percent. She pushed him away so often, and often came back too late. But he always took her back, because he loved her. He just wasn't sure how much she loved him.

Meredith did love Derek, but it didn't always show. She cared about him and she wanted him there; but her trust issues got in the way. Ever since the whole Addison thing happened, she had never fully gained that trust back. But he did not seem to understand that. He had lied to her. He had made her a dirty mistress. She never asked for it; he did.

But still, they were Meredith and Derek. They always got back together in the end.

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It was night. Meredith had already gone home and was waiting to hear from Derek. Today had been a good day for them, and those days hadn't come often. She found herself in an actually happy mood. Like nothing could go wrong. Everything was perfect. She was bright and shiny Meredith.

But something always went wrong; she should have known that by now. Someone always got the hiccups or drowned in the bay, or forgot whom they were. And bad things often happened to her. She should have known by then that good things never stay good with her.

She had talked to Derek before she left the hospital. They were going to talk later; he would come to her house and spend the night together. They had both been bright and shiny, which was great because if they ever were bright and shiny, it was not always at the same time.

Tonight would be a great night. They would have a late dinner, and then go off to bed, not planning to fall asleep right away. Everything would be just perfect.

"You seem bright and shiny today," he said, smiling at her.

"I am bright and shiny today," she smiled back. "It's a nice change."

"I agree."

"So tonight."

"Tonight."

She was sitting by herself when the phone rang. It was him, telling her that he was on his way and would be there soon. She said good because she was tired of waiting and wanted to get the night started. The day had been long enough.

So he said he'd be there as soon as possible, and then said I love you. She did not say it back. She said goodbye. If he noticed this, he did not say anything or sound hurt; he said goodbye and hung the phone up.

She waited a long time. She actually started to become angry. He had said that he would be there soon. But he still wasn't there. He had lied to her. She did not feel bright and shiny anymore. If he was going to be late, then he should have let her know instead of leaving her waiting there like an idiot. But his call never came. She went off to bed by herself.

The phone rang again when she got upstairs. She answered it quickly, feeling happy and angry at the same time; it took him long ebough. Yet it wasn't even him. It was Izzie.

"I'm waiting for Derek to call," she told her. "Well at least I was."

"Yeah, that's why I'm calling," Izzie said, and sounded almost afraid.

"He had you call for him?" Meredith said in disbelief. "That's great, he can't even call me himself."

"It's not that," Izzie said quietly, so Meredith almost didn't hear her.

"What do you mean?" she asked impatiently.

"There…." Izzie sighed. "There was an accident."

"An-?"

"Derek was in an accident."

Meredith sat up.

"What do you mean?"

"I guess he was driving," Izzie said sadly. "I don't know exactly what happened, but he ended up hitting another car. Or the other way around."

"Okay," Meredith said, getting out of the bed. "I'll come down now. What's his condition?"

"That's what I have to tell you," Izzie said uncomfortably. "Do you want me wait until you get here?"

"No," Meredith said, her heart beating quickly. "Just tell me."

But she really never heard what Izzie said after that. Not that she remembered.