Here's the next chapter :)

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"Derek? Derek!" Meredith's voice called out to him. He opened his eyes slowly. He recognized the room he was in. It was their bedroom in the dream house. He was laying on the bed, with Meredith on the other side. She was looking at him worriedly.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, reaching out to touch him as if she didn't believe he was real. He sat up and looked around. Everything was just as he had designed it and was in the process of building. It was exactly as he had imagined it.

"Derek?" Meredith asked. He turned to her. His eyes met hers. He felt his heart crumbling as he realized what was happening.

"We're..." He stuttered. She shook her head.

"Not dead. Just unconscious. Why... why are you here?" She asked again. He sighed, trying to think of the last thing he remembered before he passed out.

"Something in my chest. One second, I was laying there with you, I was fine, and the next, my chest started hurting really bad and I couldn't think straight, I felt light-headed. Now... I'm here." He said. Meredith clenched her eyes shut.

"What about Zola? What happens to her if we both die?" She asked softly. He sat up and moved closer to her, reaching out and placing his hand on her face.

"Hey, hey, don't think about that. That's not going to happen. We are both going to fight like hell to make sure that doesn't happen, alright?" He said. She nodded. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

She closed her eyes, resting her forehead on his chest. His hands played with her hair absently. Her hands wrapped around him.

"Meredith..." He started. She heard the tone in his voice and looked up into his eyes, which had filled with tears.

"No. Don't you dare feel guilty for this. You did everything. Everything. There was nothing you could have done to help me, do you hear me? Nothing. I will not allow you to think any of this was your fault." She said. He shook his head.

"I...I could have held on harder, I let you slip through my fingers..." He cried, staring down at his hands as if they were traitorous. Meredith placed her hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look into her eyes.

"No one could have stopped what happened." She said firmly, failing to stop her voice from breaking as tears flooded to her eyes.

"It would hurt me more than any physical injury to know that you're blaming yourself for this." She said. He closed his eyes for a moment and nodded. He opened his eyes again and kissed her, inhaling her scent and trailing kisses down to the spot on her neck that he knew made her crazy.

"Derek!" She yelped as he licked her, a smile on his lips as he tasted her skin. She squirmed under him but did nothing to stop him as he moved to the other side of her neck, finding the crease of her collarbone and pressing his lips against it gently.

"I love you." He almost whispered.

"I love you too." She said, her voice strained as she lifted her head up to expose her entire neck. He brushed his nose against her skin and placed his arms on her shoulders as he shifted to kiss the middle of her neck. She tensed up, holding her breath as he bit her.

"Derek!" She screeched, erupting into giggles. He smiled against her, suddenly feeling exhausted. He rolled off of her and she sat up, looking at him worriedly.

"Derek?" She asked. He blinked groggily. "Derek?! Derek!" She called out to him, but her voice was distant and he was already being pulled into a sleep that he couldn't escape.

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Derek slowly opened his eyes, feeling like an anvil had been dropped on his chest. He breathed deeply, looking around the unfamiliar room and searching his brain for any memory of her he could have gotten there. He registered Lexie and Mark standing over him and smiled at them. He saw the cast on Mark's hand and everything came flooding back all at once.

'Get down! Cover your head, everybody!'

Meredith slipping out of his arms.

'MEREDITH!"

Cristina's screaming as he stumbled around searching for her.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

The drumming of the seatbelt against the plane.

The mangled arm reaching for him.

Her green eyes, filled with pain, looking into his.

The blood dribbling down her chin.

'To love each other... even when we hate each other...'

The sound of her sweet voice.

Lexie sobbing next to him.

'No running. Ever.'

Her hand relaxing in his.

Seeing the color draining from her skin.

'Take care when old, senile, and smelly.'

Her skin going cold under his touch.

Her eyes fluttering closed.

'And... it's...'

Her hand dropping to the ground.

'Forever.'

He felt hands on top of his as breaths jumped in and out of his body. His eyes darted around, wide with fear. Looking for her.

"Mer... Meredith..." He said, remembering his very-real-seeming encounter with his wife and pushing Mark and Lexie's arms away as they tried to stop him from sitting up. Mark pushed him firmly down on the bed, holding his shoulders against the mattress and forcing him to look into his eyes.

"Meredith is in surgery. You can't see her now because you've just had major heart surgery. Now, lay down on the bed and relax." He said in a commanding voice. Chills erupted across Derek's entire body and grief tied his stomach in knots.

He closed his eyes and tried to breathe. Alex Karev walked into the room.

"Is he still not awake yet? Zola's been asking for him for hours. She's getting really cranky." He said.

Derek's eyes shot open at the mention of his daughter's name and he saw her holding onto Alex's hand in the doorway. His heart melted when she saw him.

"Daddy!" She cried, running towards him as fast as she could on her stumpy little legs. Mark gave Derek a look that said get up from that bed and I will break your jaw, heart surgery or not, leaning down and scooping the toddler up in his arms.

He placed the little girl in her father's lap, where she quickly wrapped her arms around him. He scrunched his face up in pain as she leaned right against his incision. Lexie noticed this and gently pulled the tiny tot off of him.

"Zola, daddy has a boo-boo in his heart, so we can't hug him too tight or we could hurt him, okay?" Lexie said in a soft voice. Zola pouted.

"Boo-boo?" She asked, turning to look back at where she had hugged him. Lexie nodded. The little girl placed her fingers over her mouth and kissed them, reaching out and touching Derek's chest lightly.

"Kiss-it-better?" She asked, remembering what her mother always did when she would fall. The doctors in the room all smiled at her. Derek grabbed her tiny hand and held it in his.

"Yes, Zola. I feel all better now."

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Half an hour later, Miranda Bailey walked out of the OR and towards Derek's hospital room, where all of the survivors plus Alex, Owen, Callie, and Zola were gathered. She stepped in the door and all eyes turned to her, hungry for answers.

Zola was asleep on Derek's lap, having been tired out from the plane ride and the following chaos. Cristina's broken leg had been scanned and put in a boot and she was able to walk. Arizona's arm had been given a real sling and Mark had a full cast on his hand.

No one had dared to say anything about the crash. The only information they disclosed was that the plane crashed and Mark and Meredith had been separated, and they found Meredith crushed under the plane. The visitors didn't even know what kind of injuries Meredith had, only that they were severe.

"Callie... can I talk to you? In the hall?" Bailey said softly, unable to meet anyone's eyes. Callie looked at Arizona, who couldn't think of anything but the horrible color that Meredith's legs had been when she saw her. The blonde nodded, giving her permission to leave. She jumped up from the seat and joined her colleague in the hallway.

"The bones in Meredith's legs are... pulverized," Miranda said as calmly as she could. Callie sighed as sadness washed over her. She turned around and made painful eye contact with Derek in the bed, her heart breaking as she looked at the child in his lap.

"You are the only person on this earth that I can think of that can save this poor girl's legs. Please, if there is anything you can do, do it." Bailey said. Callie opened her mouth to tell her that there was nothing she could do, but Miranda was giving her the look. She sighed.

"I'll scrub in and see if there's a chance." She gave in. Everyone in the hospital room looked at each other in confusion as she ran towards the OR and Bailey walked back in to update them.

"Dr. Torres is going to scrub in and see what can be done to save Meredith's legs." She said. Derek sighed shakily, his hand running through his hair. Cristina looked at Arizona.

"Thank you." She said. Arizona shook her head.

"For what?" She asked.

"You married her! She wouldn't be here if it weren't for you." Cristina said. Arizona chuckled.

"I just hope there's something she can do. She's good. She's one of the best but... if there's nothing there, there's nothing there."

Derek gulped.

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This is going to be a long Author's Note because I have a lot on my mind. Here goes.

Watching season 11 is making me very angry. At the writers, at Shonda, at the show in general. It's honestly aggravating to watch. Derek is way out of character with all of this DC stuff and it's throwing MerDer off entirely. Watching them fight is really painful for me and it's even worse when it's every single episode. This fight they're having is exhausting and honestly annoying at this point. Also, I love Maggie and all, I think she's great, but I really can't get over that fact that she's basically just a replacement for Lexie, and I loved Lexie and I feel like no one can replace her. Another thing, Cristina leaving BROKE MY HEART. I am a hardcore Twisted Sisters lover and I can't believe she chose winning a Harper Avery over Meredith. I know she has always put surgery and work before friends and family but COME ON! SHE'S YOUR PERSON!

That is all.

Kisses!

-E