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George found her. Found her unconscious in a corner of the building. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't move. She was there in front of him; he had to move to help her. But for some reason he was glued to the spot. He was shaking uncontrollably, all his previous feelings for her came flooding back. He loved her after everything that had happened nothing had changed. She loved Derek, he loved her.

"Derek...Derek! I've...I've found her!"

It was barely a whisper though Derek heard it. He heard George say he had found her. She was found, she was going to be okay. Derek found George in the other side of the room from where he had been. The smoke was filling up the room they were in and he couldn't see properly. But he could make out her tiny frame. Derek leaped forward and pulled her into his arms. He protectively put his arm in front of her face and starting leaving. George quickly followed and he silently thanked God that Derek had saved her. If it had been up to him he would have just stood there. It wasn't that he didn't want to save her. It was just to terrifying to think that she was suffering and it was down to him to stop it.

Derek couldn't think properly, he couldn't do anything. He wasn't moving his feet, they were somehow moving themselves. He was in a burning building saving the one person that he lived for. It couldn't be real; it was a horrible nightmare that he wanted to wake up from. He suddenly felt a strong hold on his shoulder and turned to see a fireman behind him. He grabbed Meredith from his arms and gestured to Derek to follow him. Derek let a sigh of relief escape; he was going to get out. He wasn't alone any longer; there were experienced people here to help. Derek was guided outside the building safely which he was surprised at because the fire had become very dangerous now but it seemed to be in the other side of the building. He breathed in fresh air and started coughing. He couldn't breathe; his lungs were not letting in air. He felt someone pull him and the next thing he knew he had an oxygen mask on and was being put on a hospital bed. He was being forced to lie down but he couldn't. He had to get Meredith; he had to make sure she was okay. He had seen her, she didn't look okay. He wasn't leaving her, not again. He pushed himself up and started fidgeting with the oxygen mask. He heard a voice,

"Derek, Lie down and keep the oxygen mask on"

It was Bailey. She was giving him an instruction. He couldn't do as she said. She had to understand.

"Bailey…I have to be with Meredith…I have to tell her…..to tell her"

He couldn't breathe; his lungs were refusing to take in oxygen.

"I know, it's going to be okay. Just put on the oxygen mask."

"Tell her…I love her."

Derek had to put on the oxygen mask. He had given up again. He had failed Meredith; he hoped she knew how much he had tried. He would make sure she knew because he loved her. That's all that mattered.

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Meredith was rushed to the nearest hospital. She wasn't breathing on her own and had been unconscious since George and Derek had found her. Christina and Izzie had ridden in the ambulance with Meredith. Christina had tried to be strong for Izzie's sake but the tears rolling down her eyes were unstoppable. She knew that Meredith would be okay, she had to. She was Meredith Grey, fantastic surgeon, brilliant friend and a wee tiny bit of a trouble maker. That was their Meredith, she had to be okay, and she had to open her eyes. Christina leaned forward and gripped Meredith's freezing cold hand. She wanted her to know they were there, she was no longer alone. Christina felt something in Meredith's hand and pulled it out of Meredith's firm grip. It was a letter with the name Derek written in Meredith's perfectly neat handwriting.