Warning, this chapter is kind of bloody.

Chapter 1

The alarm went off, waking Meredith and Derek up.

Meredith turned over with a groan and went back to sleep. She felt a little worried for some reason. She remembered this feeling. She couldn't go to work.

She felt Derek shake her but ignored him.

"Come on, we have to get up," Derek said.

"No," Meredith groaned.

"Come on Mer, we have to go to work," Derek said, shaking her.

"I'm staying home today," Meredith said as Derek shook her. "And stop that."

Derek stopped shaking her and moved over her so that his hands and feet were supporting him and he waited for Meredith to open her eyes.

"Why are you on top of me?" Meredith murmured.

"I'm trying to understand you. I need to figure you out."

"Well I can tell you one thing," Meredith muttered. "That's not going to happen until I figure myself out. And that's never going to happen so… yeah."

"Why don't you want to go to work today?" Derek questioned.

"Because I have a bad feeling," Meredith answered, turning so that her face was in the pillow.

Derek rolled off of her and rested his head on a pillow, lying on his back. "A bad feeling?" he questioned.

"Yep. And the last time that I had this feeling I wound up holding a bomb inside of a patient's body. I'm not taking that chance again. Not when I'm feeling like I'm going to die."

"Hmm," Derek groaned, thinking for a moment. "Well this time I will be there to protect you," Derek said.

"You were there last time," Meredith pointed out, finally rolling over and opening her eyes. "You didn't help me then."

"For two reasons," Derek said. "One, I was in the middle of saving Bailey's husband who was in surgery. And two, we weren't together."

"And who's fault was that?" Meredith asked, looking up at his face.

"It's over with," Derek said, ending the conversation. "Anyways, I am going to go take a shower."

Meredith smiled as Derek slowly got out of bed. "You know," he said. "You are welcome to join me.

Meredith raised and eyes brow and giggled quietly before hopping out of bed.

April put her purse inside of her cubby. As she did so she noticed Lexie Grey walk past her.

"Good morning," Lexie sighed.

"Hi," April pretended to be innocent like she did with everyone. Everyone thought she was so sweet and quiet.

But she wasn't. Only Reed knew that.

"Listen, we need to talk," Lexie said. "We need to talk about the way I saw you looking at Derek."

"Don't worry, I have moved on," April lied, straightening her scrubs.

"That's good," Lexie said. "You know, everything is meant to be. You just weren't meant to be with Derek."

"Of course not," April muttered, almost too quiet to hear. "I have to go."

Lexie looked at her strangely but just shrugged it off and walked to her locker. "See you later," Lexie sighed.

As April walked into the hallway she noticed Meredith Grey walking by and she glared at her.

Meredith looked a bit afraid for a moment. "Are you alright?" Meredith asked.

"Whatever," April snapped and walked away.

Did she even have the nerve to ask after stealing the one guy she truly loved?

She freaking had no right!

Meredith walked through the hallway on her way to the resident locker bay.

On her way she caught a glare from the weird April girl who had gotten fired and then rehired.

She noticed Meredith and then glared a deadly glare at her. "Are you alright?" Meredith asked, a little unsure.

"Whatever," April snapped and pushed past her.

Meredith was confused but she just kept walking until she got to the locker bay where she found Cristina.

"I have a bad feeling," Meredith said. "I woke up with it this morning."

"Like dooms day bomb bad feeling?"

"The same feeling," Meredith said, falling to sit onto the bench.

"Well that is not good," Cristina said, sitting beside Meredith. "Don't die okay?"

Meredith looked at Cristina and shook her head. "I will try my hardest," Meredith rolled her eyes.

"So what do you think you have the feeling?" Cristina asked.

"Well if I knew then I would be able to avoid it wouldn't I?" Meredith said sarcastically.

Cristina shrugged and closed her eyes, leaning against a cubby. "So, so, so tired," Cristina complained.

"Hey, can we talk about my problems here?" Meredith asked.

"What problems?"

Meredith gave Cristina a push in the arm and she slipped off of the bench.

"I could die!" Meredith reminded her.

"You'll be okay honey," Cristina said sarcastically, mocking her.

"Well who will you be mocking when I'm dead?"

"Don't be a baby," Cristina said, smirking.

Just then Meredith's pager went off. "Saved by the bell," she muttered.

"More like saved by the page," Cristina corrected.

Meredith stuck her tongue out at Cristina before turning and leaving the room.

At lunch time Meredith and Cristina ate outside.

"See, nothing bad has happened yet," Cristina said.

"Don't jinx it," Mer said with a mouthful of salad.

"You do know that your sweatshirt doesn't match your scrubs," Cristina said to Meredith.

"Well it is chilly out."

"But that thing pink and green. It doesn't match blue scrubs."

"Deal with it," Meredith said.

They were eating behind the building to avoid Mercy West people who had crashed there eating places.

Meredith shielded her eyes with her hand from the overly bright sun. "How can the sun be this bright and it is still this cold out?"

"Oh, the sun's bright?" Cristina questioned. "Sorry, the colors of your sweatshirt are blinding me."

"If you don't stop I will blind you," Meredith warned. "Besides, Derek got me this sweatshirt."

"Oh God," Cristina said. "You turned into a love sick girl. I need to go away before I throw up."

Meredith stuck her tongue out and Cristina laughed.

"You're horrible," Meredith said.

Cristina laughed. "I know."

It was ten thirty at night. Meredith made her way to Derek's office and walked in.

"So," Derek said. "You survived."

Meredith giggled. "I did."

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I just got out of surgery. I got to remove this huge tumor."

Derek smiled. "That is amazing." Then he noticed something. "Hey, weren't you wearing a sweatshirt today?"

"Crap," Meredith hissed. "I left it outside."

"Go get it," Derek smiled. "I'll meet you out front."

Meredith kissed his cheek and ran out of his office.

April slowly walked to where they kept the sterile equipment for surgery.

She scanned the choices and then grabbed five scalpels and slid them into her purse, smiling evilly.

"Mrs. April Shepherd," she whispered to herself "I love the sound of it."

As she slowly walked past Derek's office she heard a conversation between him and Meredith and smiled to herself.

Then she took off running.

Meredith walked out into the dark night and turned the corner of the building.

When she was young her mom made her take self- defense. She remembered little of it but one thing she always remembered was to not walk right against a wall before turning the corner. If you walked away from the wall you could see what was behind it before you turned the corner.

But Meredith walked right against the wall instead of doing what she was told.

And that's when she felt the stabbing pain pierce through her arm.

She gasped and turned her head just in time to see the scalpel stuck in the top of her arm.

She slowly looked up just in time to see another person. But it was too dark to see where they were or what they were doing.

"Stop!" she screamed.

The figure was skinny, a woman.

Meredith tried to turn and run but felt something cut into her back and slice across the top of it.

The pain was so horrible that her stomach churned and she felt like she might throw up.

Another sharp pain was then in her thighs, it sliced across one to the other.

Meredith shrieked out in pain but something tied around her mouth and gagged her. She was too weak to get it out of her mouth though.

The other figure grabbed her by her arm and pulled her behind the hospital all the way so she couldn't be seen.

Another pain stabbed into her side and she dropped onto her knees and screamed against the sweatshirt in her mouth.

Tears ran down her face and soaked the sweatshirt.

She thrashed her arms around, trying to hit something, but missed every time.

She was bleeding out and soon became too weak as she fell back onto the ground.

"Nighty night," a soft voice whispered. It laughed a sweet laugh, too sweet for this situation. Then there was a sharp pain in her head and stomach. It was too much to bear.

The last thing she remembered was a soft voice that she knew from somewhere.

She was breathing heavily, but every breath became harder and harder.

"Sleep tight," the voice said.

And then all that Meredith could see was blackness as it engulfed her.

A/N: Okay, so I know that was kind of gory. I hate hurting Meredith but it makes for an interesting story… I hope.

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