Title: That Darn Feeling

Summary: A familiar feeling returns and soon Meredith's life is on the line as she is abducted and thrown into a world of chaos. Derek/Meredith. Lots of drama, adventure, and comfort. Set anytime before the season finale.

Rating: T, or PG-13 for minor cursing, intense scenes, and mention of blood and alcohol.

Disclaimer: I in no way have anything to do with Grey's Anatomy. I also do not have a degree in any sort of the medical field, so all references to such may not be accurate and should not be attempted.

It was a normal day, raining, cold, and slightly breezing. Normal. Seattle Grace Hospital was normal too, alive with accidents and sicknesses around every corner. Everyone seemed normal, everything seemed normal, but something definitely was not normal. Derek Shepherd knew this, though he did not know why. It was a chilling feeling that he couldn't put his finger on. A feeling… now he was sounding like Meredith. Shaking his head, he decided to ignore these newfound 'feelings'.

He stepped off the elevator, almost surprised he hadn't bumped into Meredith Grey, his sticky-note wife. The two of them were like magnets—drawn to the elevator at the same time. Funny how many coincidences the pair of them lived with.

Derek had a busy day, now that was normal. Back-to-back surgeries, yes, that was very normal.

"Have you seen Meredith?" Cristina Yang's voice slipped through his mind before he even saw her approaching him. "An idiot let his friend use his face as a dart board! Actual darts! One's stuck in his eye…"

"I don't know," the Neurosurgeon responded. "She was on-call last night, she may be sleeping."

Cristina looked flabbergasted. "How could she sleep during this? If you see her, fill her in, okay?" She didn't wait for confirmation before dashing into the elevator, way to eager in the early morning for his taste.

"Will do," he muttered to himself as he headed towards the on-call room, knowing Meredith would be mad if she slept through the only exciting case of the week. Much to his surprise, Meredith wasn't there. The page must have woken her up, she was probably already on her way.

Derek wasn't the only one that morning to wake up with a feeling. But unfortunately for her, this was a feeling she had experienced before, a feeling that left very dire consequences in its wake. It was not a good feeling to say the least, but that feeling was the only reason she was where she was. It was the only reason she had been sitting here for hours, and it was the only reason that Derek grew worried of her missing presence that he managed to find her… here.

Meredith Grey, the one used to the feelings, sat in the third row pew in the hospital's chapel, with Derek Shepherd, not used to the feelings, hurrying to her side.

"Meredith!" His voice was filled with concern and confusion. He draped his arm over her shoulders and pulled her close. He looked at her, as though he expected tears, sadness, some expression on her face that would explain it all. She stared back at his searching eyes with her stone, cold ones. "What's wrong? What happened?"

"I'm fine." She blurted on autopilot. "I'm fine."

Derek didn't look convinced. "You're fine?" He asked, to which she responded with a nod. "What happened?"

"Nothing." It was a simple response, definitely not what he wanted to hear.

"Nothing?" He echoed. "What's going on?"

"Nothing's going on."

"Why are you here?"

Now Meredith hesitated, taking time to blink and bite her lip slightly. "I don't know." He looked confused and ready to do every medical test in the book. "I had a feeling. I don't know why I'm here, but I had a feeling. Again."

"A feeling?" He didn't seem convinced.

She nodded. "Yes, a feeling. I had… I have a feeling. And this feeling… this feeling I've had before… and before when I had it, something bad happened." She knew her words would confuse him, but she didn't expect him to pull her closer.

"What feeling are you… feeling?" He seemed to have a hard time with the words, maybe because it sounded like a cheesy romance movie.

Meredith took a breath in. "Like something bad is going to happen." She told, supplying only half the truth at first. "Like I'm going to die."

"What?" Derek's eyes widened in alarm.

She couldn't look at him anymore, she had to turn away. Her eyes fell upon the carved image of Jesus on the cross. She swallowed.

"Meredith…" He seemed unable to form words correctly, or he didn't know what to say, probably the latter. "Why didn't you tell me?"

She shrugged. She didn't know.

"Meredith," he was using her name a lot. "Mer…"

She decided to save him. "I thought that if I was here, that nothing would happen." She realized the truth for herself as she spoke. "Before when I had this feeling, I made it reality. I'm not making it reality this time. I have you. I don't want it to be reality."

She knew that he knew her well enough to know that her repetitive, simple answers usually meant there was more than she was telling. He stared at her, his eyes burning into her skull—she didn't see them, but she could feel them.

"Okay, fine, I'm not fine, I'm not okay. I'm scared, Derek. I don't want to blow up, or drown, or anything." Her lips and voice involuntarily quivered as she spoke.

He nodded, pulling a piece of her hair from her face. "I know."

She was glad that he didn't tease her about her feelings. She was glad that he understood her, but mostly she was glad that he was here, now.

They sat in silence for a moment, a moment that seemed like an hour. The silence soon became deafening and she couldn't take it any longer. "What?"

"What what?"

"What are you thinking?" She demanded to know, now the one searching for answers.

Derek's jaw tightened slightly. "You stay with me." He ordered rather than suggested or asked. "You're staying with me all day. I'll be with you. I won't let anything happen to you."

She knew he wouldn't, she trusted him. "I can't. You have surgeries, and I have patients."

"You can hand them off to someone. You're not leaving my side today, Meredith. No more close calls, no more."

Meredith hesitated to agree. She knew she was being stupid. She couldn't hide from the feeling forever. It would continue to lurk behind the corner, ready to attack. She realized how stupid she was being. A feeling was nothing. It couldn't pull a gun on her, it couldn't collapse a roof on top of her, it couldn't do anything—it was just a feeling. Feelings were just feelings, nothing that should control your life.

"No," she said as she shook her head, "no I can't."

He knew her well enough not to compromise. "Fine, but Cristina's staying at your side at all times." But he also knew that she would want him to know she was safe.

"Fine." She gave in. "But if some emergency happens, I make no promises."

The look he gave her told her more than words—that was exactly was he was worried about.

"I'll be fine." Meredith reassured, placing her hand in his. "I will be fine."

Derek nodded. "Yes you will be. We'll make sure of that."

That's all for now, folks. The next chapter will be up shortly, though reviews always speed up that process. ;)