"Ma'am? Is this the home of Derek Shepherd?" Police. Red and blue flashing lights filled the wooden house Derek had built for her and left Meredith with a strong feeling of uneasiness.

"It is, he's my husband." She carefully replied, her voice a twinge of fear.

"I'm afraid theres been an accident, can you come with us please?"

Panic began to set in and Meredith quickly thought of the worst. There was a plane crash today, Derek had missed his meeting, and now there were police at her house requesting her presence somewhere. Meredith gathered her children and followed the police car to a hospital near Sea-Tac where she knew she would find a very different life waiting for her. She knew her husband was dead. The love of her life was taken from her when she just got him back. That thought crashed down on her like a ton of bricks and she couldn't breathe.

When she arrived at the hospital a social worker took her children and a nurse came out to greet her. Meredith took in her surroundings; the ER wasn't as vast as Grey Sloan's but the beds were full. She saw a blonde woman and her young daughter sitting by her side, an unconscious teenage girl with her crying mother by her side, and an unconscious teenage boy with his parents by his side. Then she saw blood on the floor and she panicked. Blood, it's just blood.

"Dr. Grey, right this way please," the nurse motioned her towards a room where she saw the familiar figure of her husband. Meredith held her breath as she stepped into the threshold of the hospital room. She gasped as she saw the figure come alive and a head turn to her.

"Hey." Derek mumbled, the words barely coming out of his throat.

"What did you do?" Meredith replied, elated and relieved but terrified.

"I did what I always do. Except I almost killed myself doing it."

"Don't make jokes I was scared." Worry filled Meredith's eyes as she replayed the past 24 hours in her head. Derek missing his meeting, a plane crash, Derek missing, and the cops showing up at her house.
"No, don't be scared. I'm not going anywhere. Come here. Mmm, I'm right here." Derek soothed her as she climbed into this hospital bed, rested her head on his chest, and closed her eyes listening to her husband's heartbeat.

Derek had to stay hospitalized for another two weeks to make sure all was well after his surgeries. He was transferred to Grey Sloan so that he could receive the proper care he should have when arriving at Dillard Medical Center. Amelia ran tests on Derek to make sure everything was okay upon his arrival and monitored him the entire two weeks. Maggie offered to stay at the house to watch the kids so Meredith could spend the night at the hospital with Derek. She'd become obsessed with staring at her husband and watching his chest rise and fall with each breath he took, almost as if she was afraid if she looked away he would suddenly stop.

"Mer," She looked up from Derek's chest to meet his concerned eyes. It was the 4th day of the second week and Meredith was excited to be able to bring Derek home soon but terrified that he wouldn't be surrounded by such a big support system. She couldn't imagine what would happen if something went wrong and he wasn't surrounded by tons of medical staff. She would have to go back to work soon so she couldn't stay at home and watch him. She shook her head of the thought of something happening to him. She couldn't bare the pain of thinking about things like that. "What are you thinking about?"

"Do you remember when I said I could live without you?"

Derek hesitated. "Yes…but you didn't ever want to."

"I lied, I can't live without you. I don't ever want to have to live without you." Meredith said, full of panic and fear.

"You don't have to. You don't ever have to. 110 in your arms, remember? We've got a while to go, I promise." Derek has always been the calm, thoughtful one in the relationship. He thinks clearly and reacts with such grace, which is what obviously makes him a world renowned surgeon. Derek is always level headed and soothing with his patients and they all trust him within minutes of being in the same room as him.

Meredith relaxed and climbed into his hospital bed to rest beside him. He held her tightly and kissed her forehead. "Mer, you feel warm. Have you been feeling alright?" Another great doctorly quality about Derek that she couldn't help but fall in love with.

"Yeah, I'm just tired and achy."

"Have you been taking care of yourself? You sleep here every night, you're probably exhausted. And I haven't seen you eat since…I don't even remember the last time you ate. Mer…" Derek's worried and disapproving voice trailed off. Meredith shook her head and stroked his face, easing his worry lines.

"I'm okay, really. Worry about getting better so you can come home. I miss our bed. I miss being able to have sex with you at night and wake up naked next to you in the morning. I miss being able to do this." Meredith began to kiss Derek, first on his lips then on his chin and his neck. Derek went to go protest but stopped after realizing he would never win. He wasn't done with the conversation, he would never be because he was always worrying about Meredith but he decided his wife needed him in a different way tonight and he'd be there for her.

Meredith moved her lips down to his chest, pushing the hospital gown aside and tasting his skin. Derek let a moan escape from his lips as he ran his hands through her hair. Sure they had their privacy with the shades closed but someone could open the door at any moment and catch them. But Meredith was feeling risky and a little bit horny so she slipped her hand under Derek's gown and felt for him. She was automatically happy with herself when she found Derek was hard as a rock, she'd obviously done something right. She ran the tip of her finger across him and he moaned again. This time she covered his moan with her lips and drank in the sound of him.

"Take me for a ride, Derek," Meredith giggled, remembering one of their first nights together. Derek smiled and did just that.