Disclaimer: I only own Rachel (Emily) and Andrew (Jason), nothing else!

I have one word for you… EXPLODES!

"Room or basement?" Andrew asked.

"I get to choose," Rachel croaked out.

"Now before I change my mind," he snapped.

"Room," she said immediately. Her room no longer had blackened windows because the neighbors knew about her and he could not raise any more suspicion then there could already possibly be.

"Off you go," he nodded. Rachel turned around and looked briefly at the kitchen. "Now or you won't get food when I go home."

"Water?" she asked.

"Not now," Andrew shook his head. Rachel hung her head and stumbled up the stairs. When she tripped, it revealed a large bruise on the back of her leg. That was the reason she was not returning to day care yet, the week she had been forced to stay home had been hard for both of them. She got in her room and turned around.

"Daddy, when are you coming home?" Rachel questioned.

"I only have on job today, soon," he reassured. Rachel nodded and sat down on her bed. Andrew shook his head and locked the door while pushing a desk and chair from the hallway against it.

"Bye daddy," her little voice was heard from behind the wall. Andrew shook his head; it was when she was cute and pathetic like that when he almost regretted hitting her. Almost.

Right when the soft cries began was when Andrew left the house after grabbing his things and keys. Hopping into the car, he went to the only person he felt he could talk to anymore, unless he counted going into the basement as talking to Howard which could be considered borderline insane.

"Andrew," Carolyn Shepherd rejoiced before he even knocked.

"Carolyn," Andrew smiled eager to do work for her, talk, and probably get a meal out of it. Something his daughter didn't know of anymore.

"Meredith," Derek called into the house. "Mer?" There was no answer from his wife. She had a shift that ended earlier than him, yet there was no sign she was in the house except for her car in the driveway. That was until he went to the kitchen table.

Don't freak Derek; I'm just upstairs… waiting for you ;)

~ Mer

A smile spread across Derek's face as he put the note down. He knew exactly what she was hinting around to, something that was scary to both of them, but Dr. Walker had talked with them for over two sessions that went at least a half hour over schedule and confirmed that it was indeed time.

Nervously and excitedly, he walked up the stairs to his and Mer's room. Immediately his eyes widened. Surrounding the room were different lit candles, illuminating the room. On the floor leading to the bed were rose petals. On the bed…

"Hey Derek," Mer whispered, standing up. On her body, if you could call it anything really on her body, was lacy lingerie that hugged every curve to her tiny body.

"God Mer," he groaned.

"You like?" she smirked. Derek just stared at her. "Or… is it too much?" Derek opened his mouth to speak but she continued to ramble. "I knew it… I am so corny; this was such a stupid idea. I was just, you know, trying to make our first time since, it happened, special but this was corny, stupid and… god I am an idiot!" She began pacing the room.

"Mer!" Derek tried to interrupt.

"I mean I didn't even ask," Mer muttered. "How do I know you want to? Cause you know, sex makes babies and our baby was taken and…"

"Mer," he said grabbing her shoulders. Mer looked up. "Shut up." She looked confused but the look of confusion was replaced by his lips on hers.

"So…"

"You're adorable," Derek whispered. "But you talk too much." Mer giggled as he pressed his lips against hers and lifted his shirt over his head.

"God Der I love you," Mer gasped as he tore of her top and they fell to the bed; beginning to make love. This was the final step to healing their relationship. They apologized, they talked, they visited Em's gravesite together, they told their family, they dealt with their grief, they made it part of their lives, a life that they could live without hurting too much.

"I love you too," he grunted.

"I'll never let you go again," Mer promised.

"No more talking," Derek smiled, his hands making her way to her pants. Any coherent words in either of their heads were immediately wiped from their brains, that was, of course, until they were done.

"That was amazing," Derek murmured. Mer didn't respond as he lay next to her. For a second he thought it was because she was basking in the moment, but that was until her entire body began shaking. "Mer," he gasped. He turned towards her worriedly. Tears were streaming down her face.

"Derek," she sobbed. "I want my Emily back!" He felt a lump grow in his throat as she curled in a fetal position. As quick as he could, he ran into the bathroom and began filling the bath rub.

"Shh Mer, I know," he whispered coming back.

"I-I-I miss her so much," Mer choked out.

"Me too," he breathed and wrapped his arms around her. The fact that her body was shaking uncontrollably and it would be almost impossible for her to get up. Derek lifted her petite body and placed it in the bath tub.

"Derek," she whispered. "Can you join me?" Derek didn't answer but stepped in the tub behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach. A position he used to assume when they'd take bath's together when Mer was pregnant with Em. "She's in a better place right."

"No better place," Derek agreed.

"You're wrong," she shook her head.

"What do you mean Mer?" he questioned.

"She belongs with us," Mer whimpered. "The only place she should be is with us." Derek closed his eyes and pressed a kiss to the back of her head. He couldn't say it out loud, but he totally and completely agreed with her. Their lives would never be the same without their little princess Emily.

"Andrew Locke," Carolyn called up the stairs. "I am so glad you are dedicated to finishing my bathroom today but you have been working for three hours straight. If you do not come down in five minutes for a lunch break I will throw this Panini out!" Andrew smirked as he put down the wrench. This job was a lot more difficult than her kitchen sink and he was only about half finished.

"You drive a hard bargain Mrs. S," Andrew chuckled, jogging down the stairs.

"Cute," she teased. "Carolyn please Andrew."

"Sorry," he apologized.

"So, how is Rachel?" she asked like always.

"Carolyn," Andrew shook his head. "I've told you enough about my family which consists of myself and Rach, what about yours? All I know is that you have 5 children."

"And 21… er 20 grandchildren," Carolyn said, correcting herself as she said 21.

"Oh my goodness," he gasped.

"My children are Nancy, Kathleen, Derek, Elizabeth, and Megan," she answered as Andrew took a bite of his sandwich. Immediately he sucked in a breath and choked briefly. He took a deep breath. How many Derek Shepherd's could there be in the world? Tons probably. "I have a picture of them all from last Christmas, let me go get it." Andrew gulped.

"Calm down Jason," he hissed to himself, so worried he actually called himself his old name.

"Here it is," Carolyn rejoiced, returning from the living room. She turned it towards him and began pointing to each small family in the large family in the picture. "Nancy and Tom have four children, twins Nicholas and Rebecca who are 14, David who is 7, and Amy who is 5. Kathleen and Matthew have five children, Michael who is 12, Sarah who is 11, Andrew who is 8, Alyse who is 5, and Morgan who is nine months old. Elizabeth and Sean have six. They were Alison who is 13, Jenna who is 10, twins Kevin and Bridget who are 6, and Audrey who is 3, and now have a baby boy named Brian. Megan and Greg have five children, Lauren who is 13, Connor who is 9, Sammy who is 4, Jessica who is 2, and a baby boy named Kyle." Andrew watched in amazement as she paused at the three people standing nearest the tree.

"This is my son Derek," she said finally. "And his wife Meredith. They had a little girl named Emily Elizabeth, but several months ago she was kidnapped and killed. She's the girl who's been all over the national news."

Andrew went completely white and spewed out the glass of ice tea he recently to a sip of…

… I'll let your minds wander about what is about to happen.

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