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A/N: Just a little something about the Season Finale about Meredith and Derek. Hope you all enjoy!
If Meredith had to be honest, nothing ever worked out in her favour.
Her parents divorced when she was five, her mother moved her across the country, and her father remarried and got himself a new family. Then she found out that her boyfriend (if she could even call him that) had a wife, whom he went back to.
She then learnt that she was pregnant, only to loose their baby and almost lost her husband.
She tried to help a friend and ended up hurting her husband and getting their little girl taken away from them.
It wasn't that she was negative about things; it was just that when she looked at the big picture, she didn't let herself get excited about things in fear that her hopes would get crushed.
So when day turned into night, she started wondering if help would ever arrive.
It was clear that they were in serious trouble. Derek's hand needed surgery; her leg needed major stitches and her head probably as well.
The fire that was once burning was now gone and they were all out of matches. It had been a while since she felt this hopeless.
She tried to stay awake (as per Cristina's persistence) but between her pains, the cold and everything else, she found herself closing her eyes and drifting off; hoping that when she woke up, help would arrive.
She didn't know what time it when she woke up, she only knew it was morning judging by the bright daylight she saw.
But it wasn't the sight that woke her up it was the sound.
She didn't know if she was dreaming, but just in case she didn't let it escape her.
She screamed for help. Not caring if the others woke up, in fact, she hoped they would wake up. And once they did. Help came.
They helicopter came and saved them (they made sure Lexie was taken as well). The only thing that went through her mind was they were going to be okay.
Lying in bed 3 days after being released from the hospital, her and Derek cuddled closely with Zola in-between them. When they arrived at the hospital after being rescued, every one of them needed help.
Derek's arm was in bad shape but Callie and Miranda were positive that he would gain full use of it again after some Physical Therapy. Meredith's leg, which needed stitches, would okay and she had no head injuries (much to Derek's persisting she needed a CT).
But the one thing that would take the most time to heal was Lexie's death.
Even though they didn't start close, Meredith loved her sister. They didn't grow up together or have a "normal" family; they made up for it as adults.
Lexie was there for Meredith for rational advice (when Cristina didn't have the answer) and was a great aunt to Zola.
When things were bad between Meredith and Derek, Lexie stepped in and helped Derek save lives and work through the hard cases.
Both Derek and Meredith would never forget Lexie.
No one would.
She was more than just a sister and surgeon, she was the type of person who you could talk to, who was a voice of reason when things weren't going to well, and most of all she was supportive.
Derek wondered how Mark would move on, after admitting to him that he was still in love with her and how he was ready to wait for her to have a family, Mark's life would never be the same.
No one's lives would be the same.
This event changed their lives, but if there was one thing Derek and Meredith knew, it was that nothing was more important than family. And their family came first.
The End.
I was honestly shocked by Lexie's death (even though I knew it was going to be her) but non-the-less, it was such a heartbreaking moment, and the scene between her and Mark, and Meredith's reaction were beautiful and sad. I'll definitely miss her.