So, this is the end. End of the road. Over. First story I've ever completed. So please, for my sake, review. Thank you soooo much for your continued support. Sorry about the mix-ups with updates today, I did a lot of shifting around and updating. Also, the Author's Note was removed so I could neatly continue to post the rest of the story. Thanks again!
Chapter 6
Echo
Your movements echo that I've seen the real thing...
All Derek could remember about the incredibly horrible dream he had experienced the night before was that in it, Meredith had died, and he had never felt so scared in his life.
A strange thing was happening to him, though. All day, he felt as though he had done all of this before. He knew what was going to be said during the syphilis meeting, and he knew that when the chief came to him, he would be operating on his mentor in a few hours time. Now, he felt as though something insanely terrible was going to happen.
"Long day," he said as she walked up, his tiredness too intense to really form any more words than those said, and ignoring the odd fussiness running its course through his veins, blaming it on fatigue.
"Yeah," she said in agreement, her happiness to see him alone, (almost) outside of work beaming off of her face in the form of a small smirk.
"Somewhere out there is a steak with your name on it," he continued, a smirk of his own playing across his handsome features, "And maybe a bottle of wine."
"This is why I keep you around," she teased, as though everytime she saw him, a small flurry of breathlessness didn't erupt in the pit of her stomach.
"So we need to talk," he said heavily as he finished packing up his things.
"Wine first, talk later."
"Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" he said, mock concern and shock raising in his voice.
She giggled, the warm noise making him feel heady and as though everything around him was swimming, except for her.
"I think I like this rules thing," she said, and the agreement in his happy smile could not have been more profound if he had shouted it from the rooftops.
Suddenly, she felt the blood freeze in her veins and the breath clutch in her throat as she saw the head full of red hair cross the lobby, attached to the tall, well-dressed body.
"Oh my god," she breathed, her voice a hoarse whisper, "Simon. What are you doing here?"
The End.
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Yeah, so I kind of just left it there. But I love it.
Thank you so much, guys. Despite the problems I had with some readers, 99.9 of you have been wonderful throughout. You're all glorious people, and I truly, deeply appreciate all of your kind words.
I'd like to acknowledge, also, the titles from this story.
The entire fic and prologue were named for a song, "Colorblind," by the Counting Crows.
Chapter 1: Choux Pastry Heart by Corinne Bailey Rae
Chapter 2: Shelter From The Storm by Bob Dylan
Chapter 3: Self Help by Turin Brakes
Chapter 4: Until the End by Norah Jones
Chapter 5: Not Too Late by Norah Jones
Chapter 6: Echo by The Hush Sound
Thanks again, guys. This has been really great.
Also, I'm seriously considering posting something...it's not quite a sequel, it's more like an alternate ending, but a different fic.
Anyways, tell me what you think about that idea.
Thank you!