This is the sequel to You Can't Run. As the story goes on, it takes a much different tone than its prequel. This story isn't just a sequel to You Can't Run, but kind of like the next section of all of their lives. I really hope you liked the first one and I hope that you all like this one as well.
I began writing the other one in September and had it completely finished before I started posting it on this site. My writing style has changed a lot, so in my opinion, this story is written much better than the previous, so I hope you guys enjoy it.
And as to the question of Sam's return, my only response is that I love Sam way too much to just let him end with the first story!
Some of the updates at first are slightly confusing. On the first site that I posted this at, I used colors to help make it make more sense, but I only have bold, italics, and underline on this site.
To help a little, I'm giving you all a small key:
Bold text is the lyrics from the song Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap. It's a wonderful song and I highly suggest listening to it while reading this. It adds a tone to this chapter and it's a pretty great song!
Italics are past tense. The past tense is sometimes things that happened right after the accident, but it also goes much farther back as well!
Normal is present tense. The present tense on this chapter is hours after the last chapter of the prequel.
Underlined things are things that Derek has said to Meredith over the entire prequel. They are running through Meredith's mind and they go as far back as the very first chapter.
Once again, I really hope that you guys like this story. I know it might seem a little cryptic, but it all adds up! I promise!
Chapter 1: Hide and Seek
Where are we?
All she could hear was sirens. Blaring. They were too loud. The only thing she could feel was something wet. She didn't even want to try and figure out what it was. Her head just hurt so much.
What the hell is going on?
"Looks like a women in her early thirties. Head contusion. God, there's blood everywhere." It wasn't a familiar voice. She had never heard it before.
The dust has only just begun to form
"There's no way she's going to survive. Is there a pulse?" This voice wasn't any more familiar. It was fading. In and out.
Crop circles in the carpet
"Uhh… It's faint. Very faint. Faint, but there." Everything was blurry. Everything was swirling and spinning. Nothing was focusing.
Sinking, feeling
"What the hell are you talking about? Why are you calling me so late, Derek?"
"You just need to get back down to the hospital," he couldn't say anything else. That's all the words he could force out of his mouth.
Spin me 'round again
"Shit. This can't be happening. Get the hell out of way. Get the fuck out of my way!"
And rub my eyes,
"Sir, we're trained paramedics, we need to help this woman. Please, sir, stay out of our way." One of the voices said. She could slightly feel his touch on her arm. It was unfamiliar. Strange and uncomforting.
This can't be happening
"To hell with trained paramedics. I'm the Head of Neurosurgery at Seattle Grace and that's the love of my life, now get out of my way!" That voice she recognized. It was like salvation.
When busy streets a mess with people
"Meredith? Meredith, can you here me?" The voice was lower now. It was comforting and soothing. She could feel his touch as well. It made her want to fight back at the blurring lines, clouding her vision even more. She tried, but she couldn't.
Would stop to hold their heads heavy
"Where is she?"
"Who?" The nurse didn't really know what was going on at all, but the panicked couple in front of her worried her a little.
"Meredith Grey! Where is she?!"
Hide and seek
"I'll never let you go again."
Trains and sewing machines
"I'm never going to leave your side, no matter what happens between us or to us."
All those years
"Remember, I love you. I'll love you forever."
They were here first
"She's going to wake up again. Everything will be fine. Nothing is going to go wrong," he just had to keep telling himself that.
"You can't get your hopes up. You are a doctor. You know the realities of this situation."
Oily marks appear on walls
"What do we have here? Excuse me! I'm trying to be a doctor here! Now if you want me to help this girl, get the hell out of my way and do something productive. Now, what the hell do we have here?" Bailey barked at the EMT's that were getting on her last nerve.
Where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
"Umm, Dr. Bailey, umm… It's…. It's one of us," a doctor answered, completely unsure of himself.
The sweeping insensitivity of this still life
"One of us? Get out of my way. Just as stupid and cryptic as you were when you were an intern. Get out of my way."
Hide and seek
"Dr. Bailey-" he tired to spare his boss from this, but she wouldn't let him.
"Meredith."
Trains and sewing machines (You won't catch me around here)
"Dr. Bailey? Dr. Bailey, are you alright?" he asked, watching his own boss fall apart before him. "Damn it, someone help her! And page someone else too. I'm going to need some help down here!"
Blood and tears
"Come on, get her out of there. I need an OR ready for me, now," he started parking out orders as quickly as he could, "I need a neuro attending. Not Dawson or Shepherd. The best next to them. Understand? Do NOT page Dawson or Shepherd. I need any other surgeons I can get."
They were here first
"What the hell is going on here?" her yelling stopped the second she laid eyes on the hunched over figure. She hadn't always liked him or respected him, but she had never seen him in such a pitiful form. She had never seen him so hurt. She walked over to him and sat down. She mustered up a softer voice, "Is she okay?"
Mmmm what d'ya say,
"Karev? Is that Grey on the table? What the hell happened to her?"
Mmmm that you only meant well?
Alex looked over Meredith and then back up to Dr. Jacobs. "I have no idea," he said honestly. "They said it was a car accident."
Well of course you did
"Let's save our colleague then, shall we?" he asked before the surgery began as more surgeons piled in, only guessing what damage Meredith may have.
Mmmm what d'ya say,
Two hours into the surgery, Meredith stopped breathing. "We're losing her, people," Dr. Jacobs said as Alex pushed past him.
Mmmm that's all for the best?
Without a word from any of his superiors, he started doing compressions. He barked out orders to the nurses, doing everything he could for Meredith. "Come on, Mer," he said as he continued with compressions. "Damn it, Meredith!"
Because it is
"Karev, she's been gone for a minute. There's no way she hasn't suffered brain damage," Dr. Jacobs said, trying to pull Alex away from Meredith's body.
Mmmm what d'ya say?
"I'm not going to let her die!" Alex yelled, surprising everyone in the OR into backing off of him. "Come on," he said as he shocked her for the third time.
Mmmm that it's just what we need
"Karev, she's gone," Bailey said in a monotone voice as she entered the OR.
You decided this
Alex stopped and looked back at Dr. Bailey. He looked pale and completely scared out of his mind. He was helpless.
Mmmm what d'ya say?
Alex turned around and looked at Meredith's frail, lifeless body. He then looked up at the clock. Right before he pronounced her death, her machines began to register again.
Mmmm what did she say?
"What happened?"
"Iz, you're pregnant. You need to calm down. You can't freak out. It won't be good for the baby," George said concerned as he ushered Izzie over to a chair.
"Where's Alex? Where's my husband?"
George looked over at Cristina. They had no idea where Alex was.
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
"She has to be okay. I'll do anything for her to be okay. Everything was going so perfectly. The promises, the ring, everything. Everything was just perfect. We were going to be perfect again. This wasn't supposed to happen," Derek said with his head in his hands as he hide the tears rolling down his face.
Midsweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
"Pull yourself together. Be strong," Preston said. He didn't know how to deal with this. Him and Cristina didn't handle emotions. Derek, however, was crying and letting his emotions and feelings be shown to the rest of the world. How was Preston supposed to handle that?
Speak no feeling
Another man looked at the two men who were sitting in the privacy of a break room. It had a few couches, a table, and a small coffee cart. He'd never really spent time in one before, always choosing his office instead.
No I don't believe you
He looked at the grown man crying before him. He'd known him for years and had never seen him cry. Not even at funerals for his close family. That man didn't cry. He had too much pride for that. But right now, he was crying like there was no tomorrow. Because maybe, for him, there wasn't.
You don't care a bit,
Despite everything going on around him, despite all the sadness everyone was feeling, Ryan was numb. Even looking at Derek fall apart didn't make him shed a tear. He couldn't figure out what the hell was wrong with him. He had loved Meredith hadn't he?
You don't care a bit
"Rob, what if she's not alright? What if we lose her?" The older man cradled his wife's fragile body, unsure of how to comfort her. "We practically raised her since she was four. She's one of our babies. I can't lose her."
"We won't, I promise," he whispered into her ear as he held her. He had never broken a promise to his wife before and he hoped he wouldn't break this one either.
Hide and seek
"I'm going to help fix you. One day, you aren't going to be broken anymore."
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
"If this is a mistake, then we'll figure that out one day. But for right now, it's risk I'm more than willing to take."
Midsweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
The entire hospital stopped functioning. Everyone who knew Meredith had paused. They paused for a long time. No one completely knew what was going on. Everyone had been left in the dark about some detail, even Derek. No one really knew if she was alive or dead. No one knew.
Hide and seek
He knew he had said things over the past few weeks that he should have. He'd thought a few horrible things. He had thought he hated Meredith. He didn't want her to be happy with Derek. He almost wanted her to suffer.
Speak no feeling
He had wanted her to feel everything he had been feeling. He wanted her be hurt, alone, confused, humiliated. He wanted everyone in the hospital to doubt her sanity. He wanted their colleagues to doubt her talent and ability as a surgeon. He wanted her to feel like shit every time she woke up and looked in the mirror.
No, I don't believe you
He had wanted all of that. At least he thought he had. It was his anger and hurt thinking and he knew it. Still, at one point in time, he had wanted all of those things, no matter if he was thinking rationally or not.
You don't care a bit,
Now he was faced with a man who was falling apart because of the things he had wished upon Meredith. He wasn't numb. He was feeling every emotion possible. He was completely falling apart. For one of the few times in his life, Ryan realized that he had been wrong about everything.
You don't care a bit
Derek lifted his head out of his hands after what seemed like hours of silent crying. "She's going to be okay, right Preston? They're going to get her out of surgery, let me see her, and then she's going to wake up. Right?"
Preston looked helplessly at a man whom he'd stayed close to over the years. They'd had their differences many times before, but they still had kept in touch. He knew if Cristina knew that, he'd be dead, but he had known about everything Derek went through. He knew about the many sleepless nights of sorrow, whether Derek would admit to them or not. He even knew about McKenzie and how she had started out as a mistake. Preston had always known what to say over the phone to his old friend as well. But right now, he had no idea. He wanted to say things, but he wasn't sure if they would be true. Preston then decided that Derek wouldn't care if they were true or not. It'd be the fact that someone was saying them. "She'll be fine, Derek," he finally said, "She loves you, she'll be fine."
Hide and seek