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Hours had passed since he had last seen her. He rushed to her house only to find it dark inside. Empty, he thought, cold. He shuddered. The sun was going down and his mind wandered, trying to imagine where she could have gone. He dropped his head in his hands, closing his eyes briefly, trying to picture her sitting next to him, his arm securely resting on her shoulders, protecting her. Keeping her safe from whatever she was hiding from him. He thought about the mistakes they had made. The biggest mistake he had made: Letting Meredith Go.
He took a deep breath, his nose burning with the scent of lavendar. He shook his head, he was now smelling things that weren't even there. He sighed and finally let the tears begin to fall. His shoulders shook, sobs escaped his lips, tasting the salt of the tears as they fell. He felt so alone. So lost. All he wanted was to prove to her. To show her how much he loved her. To show her he would never leave her side again. He had to prove himself. He had to. He stood up only to be knocked back down. Blue met green. She whispered, "Hey."
He couldnt believe she was standing in front of him. She was here. Less than three feet from him. Smiling. Why was she smiling? What was going on? Confusion consumed him as he shook his head and never lost eye contact with her.
He opened his mouth to speak. She shook her head again, causing him to close his mouth faster than he opened it. "I, I'm sorry about earlier, Derek. I just couldn't..." she paused. "It wasnt time Derek. But now, now its time." She slowly walked toward him and sat in his lap. She gently traced the outline of his face, as if memorizing it thinking maybe it would be the last time she would see him this close.
"I went to Mercy because," she took a deep breath. "Because, I thought I was pregnant." There, she'd told him. She watched as the emotions flashed in his eyes: confusion, fear, acceptance, happiness, pure joy. A smile spread across his face and as he opened his mouth to speak again, she shook her head more violently, avoiding eye contact. "It was negative."
He felt the wind leave his lungs. He felt as though he had been sucker punched. She thought she was pregnant, now she knows she's not. His head was spinning and he knew he should say something to her, but what? I'm sorry? I wish you were? No, nothing seemed right. He looked up at her. Tears were falling silently from her clear green eyes. "Derek," she whispered. "I, I don't know how to tell you this..." He brushed the hair from in front of her eyes, seeing the sadness in them. He pulled her close to him, kissed her forehead and urged her to continue. She took a deep breath.
"I went, had the test and left before opening it. I just knew Derek, I thought I was pregnant. I had all the symptoms and the dates matched up (from prom). I was just so sure, so sure this was our chance. This was our fate. Our miracle. But," she began to cry harder, "I got dealt another hand of bad cards. Not only am I not pregnant Derek, I can't have kids. Period."
He stared at her, shock evident in his glassy blue eyes. Here she was, his Meredith, bearing her soul to him, and all he could do was stare. Finally, he snapped back into reality and said the only words he felt would help, "Oh, Mer..." She pulled away.
"No. You cant feel sorry for me. Not about this. This is not YOUR problem, Derek, it's mine. The report said, it said, they..." she began to ramble, one of the qualities he loved about her, but it shook him up nonetheless. "Here." She shoved the lab report to him allowing him to read over the words that had earlier changed her life.
"Not Pregnant. Reasons: Old scar tissue." He read aloud. Scar tissue? What? He looked up at her, his eyes questioning everything. She met his gaze and only six small words, "I need you to fix me." Seeing the fear in her eyes, he knew this was big. He wrapped his arms around her and held on for dear life, "I promise you Mer, if it's the last thing i do, I'll fix this and make this right. I'll pick you up and glue all your pieces back together. If its the last thing I do Mer, i promise to fix you."
OK so thats the END of this story. This story was a BUILDUP to the next story that comes. This is like the build up to the climax. I was setting the scene. If you want a sequal faster, i suggest reviews.
Sequel is UP! Title is FIX YOU.
