I do not in any way own Grey's Anatomy or the characters…
Morning came early; too early. With a grunt and on a prayer Derek rolled out of the bed and headed for the attending locker room. He scrubbed his face with cold water and his hands, threw on his scrubs and lab coat, then made a bee line towards the nurse's station to review and pick up his charts for the day. A cup of coffee would be heavenly, but it could wait. He needed to start his day…it would make things easier or so he thought.
He saw her from across the hall. She didn't see him; she was too busy discussing something with Bailey. Derek took the opportunity to look her over, to gaze at the face he had memorized so long ago. Right now it was flushed a delicate pink. She was upset. He felt the innate urge to go to her, to hold her until the rest of the world melted away. Seeing her again set the already persistent dull ache lodged in his chest on fire; there was actual physical pain. She was so beautiful; even with the dark circles and the still too pale skin (which was clearly evident even under the slight pink staining on her cheeks) and he loved her with an all encompassing, all consuming love. There was no denying the fact, no use trying to cover it up, he just loved her and it wasn't going to disappear simply because she was pregnant with another man's child. Right then and there he made a major decision. He was going to fight; the ache of loosing her was not going to stop him from being there for her. She meant too much. It would be hard, probably an uphill battle the entire way, but she was worth every torturous step because life without her was just not worth living.