-1I am an ass and I am so sorry for not updating. To say sorry, have three chapters. let me know what you think XD

Meredith kicked the house door open and sighed heavily, the emptiness and silence annoying her. The scribbled note on the table made her grumble and fall onto the bed, not caring about anything else. Derek wasn't due back from the hospital for another three hours, Meredith hating it. Reaching her hand under the pillows she pulled out a small box, the white piece of paper with her name on it causing her to smile.

'I knew you would be pissed that I wasn't there so take this as a sorry,' Meredith opened the box and smiled before she started laughing, unsure of what it was for. The key fitted into her hand, another piece of paper underneath it.

'Under the bed, unlock the box and I'll see you when I get back,' Meredith lifted the edge of the duvet, the silver box underneath it. she pulled it out, the box weightless. She wrestled the box and finally got the key to turn, her face breaking out in a smile as the disk sat with a smaller box on top of it. she closed her eyes and groaned as the phone started ringing.

'Meredith?'

'Yeah,'

'I need you to come down here,'

'First of all, who the hell is this and second, what's wrong?'

'It's Greg and Meghan has decided to call in sick and leave me with an entire show to prepare for a show due to open in a months time,'

'Are you in Hickman theatre?'

'Yeah,'

'I'll be there soon,'

'You're an angel,'

'Yeah yeah, you can kiss my ass when I get there,' Meredith put her hands on her hips and looked around the apartment. She shrugged her shoulders, knowing it would be better to be doing something than sitting around lonely. She lifted the small box and her bag and drove to the theatre, the memories of the drive at three and four in morning after a showing of Wicked coming back, never getting the chance with Son of a Witch. Greg stood outside with a mug of coffee in his hands, Meredith raising her eyebrows as she went in. everyone stood against the walls, chatting and not bothering to move a muscle.

'What show are they doing?'

'Your show?'

'Where's the choreographer?'

'Kind of in a different state. Her mother died,'

'You should have called me sooner,'

'I know I know,' Meredith threw her bag into the corner and peeled her shirt off. All the male dancers looked at her as she put her hair up in a bun, her black sports bra causing them to loose interest in the dancers around them. She stripped down to her underwear and pulled her black tracksuit on over her bare feet. She stood in the middle of the hall, Greg behind her.

'Who's playing Lirr?'

'Him,' Greg pointed to a tall dark haired man, Meredith nodding her head.

'ok, I recommend you stand back,'

'Why?'

'Cause I am about to yell so loud, when I say jump, they're all gonna ask how high,' Greg stood at the door, every dancer taking notice as she started yelling.

'WE HAVE ONE MONTH TO GET THIS SHOW UP AND RUNNING. YOU THINK THAT STANDING AGAINST A WALL IS GONNA HELP YOU LEARN THE ROUTINES? THAT'S GONNA LOOK SO GOOD FOR THE PEOPLE WHO PAY EIGHTY DOLLARS TO COME AND SEE YOU. I WANT THE MALES AT THE BACK, FEMALES TO THE FRONT AND DON'T UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES CALL ME A BITCH CAUSE I SWEAR OT GOD YOUR FEET WON'T TOUCH THE GROUND AS I KICK YOUR ASS OUT. LIRR, GET YOUR ASS UP HERE,' everyone was silent, Meredith showing them each step as a large group.

'What's your name?'

'Dylan,'

'You think you can play Lirr?'

'Yeah,'

'Cockiness, I like it in a dancer but not one that has no idea what any of the solo dances are,'

'Why?'

'Cause you have no idea what you're gonna be asked to do. For all you know you could be suspended from the ceiling by a millimetre wide string,'

'Am i?'

'We'll see. Lift me up and hold onto my leg, see what strength you've got,'

'I usually do the lifts with Kara,'

'Good for you, lift me,' Greg stood up off the wall as Meredith went up and smiled as she came back down the guys back slowly.

'Glad to see you have some sort of strength. Go next door and practise lifting Kara. You need to do it at least nine times in one routine, never mind the other ones,' Meredith looked into the large chorus that stood in front of her, in perfectly straight lines.

'Greg, get changed. You are not leaving me to do this on my own,' Meredith showed them basic moves and walked amongst them as they repeated them over and over again, Meredith fixing any mistakes that they we're making.

'Ok, now put that all together,' Meredith went through, Kara and Dylan lifting over and over again.

'Try that out on me, only holding me up by my hand,' Dylan raised his eyebrows as he lifted Meredith. Meredith felt the sharp pain, her elbow giving way and sending her to the floor. She covered her head, her side getting the blow. She opened her eyes slowly, Greg coming into the room.

'What happened?'

'I'm fine,' Meredith sat up, Greg instantly pushing her back down.

'No you don't. You stay still as hell. Go and call an ambulance,'

'No way,'

'Meredith, I'll call Derek,'

'You're an ass. He's not even at home anyway,'

'Even better,' Meredith groaned as the paramedics looked at her side, Meredith's breathing becoming heavy and raspy.

'I think she may have broken a rib and punctured her lung. Let's get her up onto the gurney and get her checked out,' Dylan lifted her up.

'Make sure…he doesn't call Derek,'

'Ok, just stay still for god sake,' Meredith lay strapped to the bed, the oxygen mask blocking her view.

'What we got?' Meredith recognised the woman instantly

'Thirty three year old female, dancer. Was in a lift when a previous injury to her elbow caused her to fall. She's complaining of pain in her left ribs but there's bruising on both sides. Her breathing is raspy and weak on her left side. BP ninety over sixty. Had three of morphine,'

'We got a name for her?'

'Meredith Shepherd,' Meredith watched as the doctor put her hands in the air.

'Hands off and page Shep and Burke, get them down here,' Meredith shook her head from side to side and took the mask off her face.

'No, don't please…he'll freak out,'

'Meredith, I need to call him,'

'Please…he's gonna freak,' Meredith closed her eyes as the door opened, Burke coming in on his own.

'Ok, some one tells Shep he's not needed. Make up some lie…just give us a chance to get her sorted,' Meredith took a sharp breath in as Burke pressed down on her side before he started to ultrasound it

'She's not punctured her lung, she bruised it and broke a rib. Let her sit up but keep her on oxygen,' Meredith groaned loudly, Burke pressing around her back.

'No feeling of any spinal movement or vertebrate movement. Ok take the collar off. Give her ten of morphine and get her into a gown,'

'If I don't have any burst lungs then I can get out of here,'

'Meredith a bruise lung is still serious as is a broken rib. You could get a collapsed lung, blood in your collapsed lung. You need to stay here for observation,'

'Then give me a phone…I'll tell him I'm working late and…staying at Greg's,'

'He's gonna see you here if it doesn't get round,'

'Then I'm going,'

'Some one page Shep,'

'Dr Bailey,'

'Look you can't leave here until you sign AMA form and I won't let you leave without some one with you,'

'Then I'll call Greg,'

'No such luck. You go home with Shep or you don't go at all,'

'Fine,' Meredith swung her legs round to the side of the bed, Bailey looking at her disapprovingly.

'Look you're calling Derek, at least let me look better than I actually am,' Meredith looked to the door, Derek running in.

'What happened?'

'Lift went wrong, I'm fine,'

'I'll look at your chart before I believe you,' Meredith rolled her eyes, Derek kissing her forehead. Running his eyes over the chart, he gently lifted her top, Derek sighing heavily to the sight of the bruises.

'I'm going home. I'll see you back there,' Meredith slipped down off the bed, Derek taking her weight.

'Mere, I want you to stay here tonight, just tonight so that they can keep an eye on you,'

'I'm going home,' Meredith steadied herself against the bed as she walked towards the door. She stopped Derek going up behind her as she fell to the side, Derek realising that she was unconscious, the blood coming out her mouth.

'Get Burke in here,'