The Unexpected

Hey, MerDer shippers. This is my first attempt at writing and uploading one of the many ideas I have bombarding in my bizarre imagination. This Fan-Fiction could have travelled in many different directions, but I choose the one that I thought would be the most interesting I hope this story line hasn't been done to many times. I know there is a lot of MerDer pregnant fan fics out there; I hope you enjoy reading this one as you have with others. To fully understand this fic, I recommend that you have watched at least the first 2 seasons of Grey's Anatomy and have depth knowledge of the characters in the show. Now enough with my blabbing, and onto the point. This fic takes and starts off from where Derek and Meredith are in the scrub room. Where Meredith's asks if Derek is choosing Addison and he agrees. Meredith does what she does best and runs away. But is there something she can't run from? Will Derek change his mind and choose Meredith when he finds out? Will he find out? What will Meredith do when her life unexpectedly takes a new turn for the worst? Alone, dark and twisty, how will she cope?

All rights of this belongs to shonda rhimes and the show Greys anatomy. I don't own the characters I just enjoy writing about them.

Rated T/M

Chapter 1: Life In Shatters

Meredith POV

"Most people think life sucks, and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your wife leaves you, the cancer goes into remission, you get a new dog, you get remarried, you owe ten million dollars in medical bills but you work hard for thirty-five years and you pay it back and then - one day - you have a massive stroke, your whole right side is paralysed, you have to limp along the streets and speak out of the left side of your mouth and drool but you go into rehabilitation and regain the power to walk and the power to talk and then - one day - you step off a curb at Sixty-seventh Street, and BANG you get hit by a city bus and then you die. Maybe." Leary, Denis

That's exactly how I felt at this very moment. I could only dream of being hit by a bus. Just to have all the pain disappear. To be consumed by complete darkness. To feel numb. To feel nothing at all! But I wasn't that lucky.

I couldn't do this anymore, I couldn't stare in ocean blue eyes anymore, just waiting for him to suddenly change him mind and pick me, choose me, love me. But he didn't. I wasn't his wife. I was just a midlife crisis. Just a dirty mistress. I was nothing.

Before he could say anything or apologise. I threw my scrub cap onto the ground and ran. I just kept running. I felt like I couldn't breathe. It was like all the oxygen in the world had just been consumed. I was chasing after air. The further I got away from him the less I could breathe. I needed him. I needed Mc Dreamy. He was my oxygen. Without him I was a fish out of water. Just lying on the surface trying to breathe. Dying.

I ran into the nearest supply closet and just sunk down onto the floor. The tears ran like a waterfall down my face. How could one person do so much damage to me. I just lay there on the ground next to the mop and bucket. I curled myself into a ball placing one arm around my legs and another touching what use to be my heart, but was now just a huge hole ripping through my chest. I slowly drifted off into complete darkness.

Hours or days could have past and I wouldn't have notice. My eyes began to hurt when I stated to open them. My bones ached as I slowly stood up. I quickly wiped my face with my scrubs and inhaled a deep breath before opening the door. It was light outside. I looked at my watch it 2.30pm. I was out for a long time. 6 hours. I seemed to be sleeping a lot lately. A new recuing habit it seemed. I headed towards the bathroom to fix myself up. Lucky I did. My eyes were bright red and puffy. My skin white as a ghost except for my rosy cheeks. My hair was a mattered mess. I splashed some water on my face and fixed my hair. I looked as I was described, dark and twisty. My pager suddenly vibrated it was a '911' "Great" I muttered to myself. I took another deep breath and headed towards Trauma room 4. It was going to be a long shift.

Fourteen hours and 3 surgeries later, I collapsed onto my bed. I breathed out a sigh and turned to get some much needed sleep. I was almost out when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. "Hey Mer its Izzie, are you okay? Cristina told us about Mc Ass" I really wasn't in the mood for any of this. "I'm fine" I lied. "really she asked hiding behind my door. "I'm just really tired Izzie" I spoke at least that was true. "Okay…. I'm here if you need to talk?" she said unsure of what to do. "I know" I said closing my eyes and began to fall asleep again.

A sudden twinge of pain struck my abdomen and I quickly rushed towards the bathroom nocking George out of the way. I vomited violently, getting rid of all the contents of my stomach. Why did this have to happen to me right now? Life really does suck! "Mer are you feeling okay?" George asked brushing his teeth outside the bathroom door. "It's just the stupid Chicken I ate last night. It didn't agree with me" I said quickly before vomiting again. "Food Poising?" Izzie asked questing George outside. "I'm Just fine" I said getting up and drinking a glass of water. I opened the door to have them booth starting right at me. "You are drooling toothpaste onto my carpet George" I said. "Oh" he responded as he went back into the bathroom to take a shower. "What?" I asked Izzie angry. "Nothing" she said in a disbelieving way and headed back to her room. "Why can't people just leave me alone" I whispered. "Stupid chicken" I muttered to myself while making coffee. The nausea passed as quickly as it came. My stomach now started to growl. "Where is the stupid peanut butter" I asked out loud angrily. "Here" George said placing the jar in my hands. "I'm making some toast if you want some?" Izzie asked coming into the kitchen. "I'm good" I said grabbing a spoon and started eating the peanut butter out of the jar. "What?" I asked as they both stared at me with shocked expressions. "Nothing" they said in sync. I grabbed my coffee and my jar of peanut butter and headed to work noticing that Izzie was gossiping to George about something. But I really didn't care. My biggest worry was facing Derek at work.

"Yang you're with Burke" Bailey said in her normal not so happy mood. "Stevens, pit" Izzie let out a sigh. "O'Malley, Dr Shepherd" At least I wasn't on his service that was a relief. "karev, Torres" "Grey You're with other Shepherd" "What" I said in shock. "Montgomery-Shephard" she said angrily. I just nodded. I couldn't believe this! The world is so screwed up! As the others headed off I stayed for a while to catch a few breaths. My pager suddenly went off. It was her. Satan herself paging me. "Great" I whispered to myself.

As I walked outside the locker room I saw them. Together. Happy. Derek giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. He was smiling. Addison was laughing about something he said and playfully slapped him arm. The looked like a happily married couple, well… that was because they were. The hole in my chest grew bigger.

"Dr Grey" Addison said approaching me with a big warm smile. She was rubbing it in my face. Derek walked off without even a word or a glance in my direction. I didn't know how much longer I could put up with this.

"Yes" I whispered. "Here is the patient's chart, follow me" she said walking into room 204. "Dr Grey" she said. "Megan Gibbs, aged 34, pregnant with conjoined twins" I said with little emotion. I was turning into Christina. "Looks like those babies are coming out today" Addison said rubbing the pregnant patient's belly. "Will they be okay?" she asked. "There isn't much holding these two guys together, I've done this surgery many times before, and I'll look after the little guys" Addison said smiling at Megan. "Thank you" Megan said returning the smile.

"Get her prepped for surgery Dr Grey" Addison said before leaving the room.

Throughout the surgery I imagined how many ways I could possible kill Addison rather than focusing on the actual surgery. 'What's wrong with me' I thought to myself. My emotions were all over the place lately. I was about to leave to scrub room when Addison stoped me and I knew it wasn't professional when she said "Meredith" looking right at me. "Yes" I replied. "Derek and I are heading back up to New York tomorrow, Its been a pleasure working with you" she said smiling about to walk out the door when I stopped her. "A pleasure! A pleasure a fricken Pleasure! Its been hell! I was happy, finally happy until you showed up!" "He's my husband Meredith" she said looking a little angry. "For the last 5 hours I've been picturing you getting hit by a bus! I'm not that kind of person" I shouted. "I understand" she said. "No you don't! You cheated and you got my Mc Dreamy! I did nothing wrong, but fall in love, and what did I get, nothing! Just a giant hole in my chest! You don't know anything! " I screamed at her. I rejected it as soon as I said it.

"You are young. You have your whole life ahead of you. You will meet someone else who isn't my husband!" And with that she stormed out of the scrub room.