Disclaimer: For Easter my parents got me a really cool picture frame that says "Dance like no one is watching. Sing like no one is listening. Love like no one will ever get hurt." I love it. I also got chocolate. I didn't get Grey's Anatomy so therefore I still don't own it.

So I would love to have a good introduction to this chapter but I'm kind of really proud of it and there's not actually much to say about it. Except...well it spells itself out I think.

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All I could feel was her hand.

The three of us navigated the crowded corridors of LaGuardia, people were all over, shouting and pushing and everything else that made the airport hell. Mark was leading the way, his bag swung over his shoulders as he pushed through people leaving a nice path for Meredith and I to follow closely behind. There was no doubt that we were in the middle of some kind of chaos that made the hospital look calm. My brain was swirling.

And all I could feel was her hand.

She hadn't let go of me. Since she had informed me that she coming with me she had only let go long enough to pack her bag, quickly. Her hand had found my immediately afterwards and hadn't let go since. Even when I had been in the front seat and she had been in the back on the way to the airport. And then through the entire plane ride. I vaguely wondered if it was out of her own fear or comfort me and figured it was somewhere in between. And didn't really care because right now it was all I could feel and it was all I cared about feeling. My anchor in the storm or whatever.

Although now I found myself vaguely wondering if she was ever going to let go of my hand again. Which I wouldn't mind in theory though it might make operating hard.

"We didn't book a hotel," Mark suddenly realized, coming to a halt as I ran into his back.

"We didn't," I sighed, running my free hand through my hair. "We…we have to and I have no idea where we'll stay or…crap."

"It's okay," Meredith's voice was even and strong as she squeezed my hand. "We should go to the hospital first and see how…hospital first. And you two…do what you have to do and I'll call places or something. Mark, you don't still have a place here, do you?"

"No, sold it," Mark sighed.

"Okay," she said, her voice still firm. "Derek?"

"What? Oh no…Addison, when we…I let her keep New York and I kept Seattle. I have no where here. I have no where to stay and I…no definitely…not. No where to stay."

And this had officially entered some really weird place in which Meredith sounded more like me and I sounded more like her.

"Well then…" Meredith sighed, chewing her lip as she thought, her hand still clinging to mine. "I'll see…hotels or something. I mean…if worse comes to worse we can call Addison and see if she kept the New York house."

"You want to stay in the house Addison and I shared?" I asked quietly.

"It's either that or a box, Der," she pointed out, kissing my cheek quickly, her free hand reaching over the rub my chest in a way that had nothing to do with sex and screamed of comfort.

I felt tears bite my eyes, tears that weren't supposed to be there. We didn't know. We had no idea. We had been so busy traveling for the last day that we hadn't heard from anybody, hadn't gotten in touch with anybody. We didn't know and I wasn't going to be one of those people who cried over what might amount to nothing. And I was doing fine. Until my nearly unrecognizable, entirely strong girlfriend had kissed my cheek and rubbed my chest, silently reminding me that she was here, entirely completely here.

And tears bit my eyes.

Mark cleared his throat loudly, apparently noticing the way Meredith and I were looking at each other. "I'm going to the washroom," he announced before disappearing into the crowd.

"Are you okay," Meredith asked, leading me to an empty bench and pulling me down to sit beside her, immediately adjusting so that I could lean into her strength.

I was not going to cry.

I was not going to break down in public.

"No," I finally answered her, my eyes squeezing shut and the air wooshing out of me as her fingers ran through my curls.

"Oh, Der," she breathed, kissing me gently.

"Why aren't you freaking out?"

"What?"

"We're…here," I breathed. "You're going to meet my family really soon. And you're…entirely fine. Really fine, not Meredith fine."

"I could be freaking out silently," she tried to argue.

"You're not," I shook my head. "I'd know."

"Fine, I'm not," she admitted quietly. "I…you're terrified and falling apart and I'm…one of us has to be strong. It's usually you but right now it's me. And I think…I'm not even thinking of freaking out. I'm thinking if you need to go somewhere private to break down, and if we should grab something to eat before we go to the hospital and where the hell are we going to sleep tonight. My head is too busy to freak out."

"I'm not going to break down," I whispered.

"I know," she nodded, belief in her voice. "But still…me being strong. This is me being strong and I refuse to freak out."

"You can freak out a little if you need to."

"No, I'm good."

"You're amazing."

"I love you," she whispered, squeezing the hand that was still interlocked with hers tightly.

"I love you too," I breathed.

And I finally let my body weight sag against her as she let go of my hand and wrapped her arms tightly around me. This wasn't breaking down, it wasn't anywhere close to breaking down but it was something and I needed it. It was easy being in her arms. It made it easy to forget that we were in the middle of a crowded airport and that my mom was in the hospital and I had no idea how bad it was. It was easy to forget that anything existed but Meredith, me and this moment.

All I could feel was Meredith.

Do you know, that everytime you're near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear and we can stay

As I said...I honestly don't even know what to say about this chapter. It is what it is and I'm kind of in love with it. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did and I don't just sound like some insanely conceited person, which I'm not. I swear.

I will update again later tonight, or tomorrow before I work at 3...depending on comments

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