2 weeks later

She had a hard time believing derek was dead, she was numb. Her only salvation was the little piece of both of them that was asleep in her arms.

"Hey there," she softly whispered when she notice Brady flutter his eyes open, letting out a tiny little yawn that melted her heart. She couldn't get enough of him and had hardly put him down since he had been born. She couldn't bear too, afraid that something would happen.

It was only 5:30 in the morning, Meredith was starting to get tired and as much as she just wanted to sit there and stare at their son, she knew she needed to sleep. She got Brady settled into the bassinet before climbing into bed.

She awoke a couple hours later to her son screaming his head off. She got out of bed gently picking him up.

"Hey, it's ok sweetie." She got back into bed, getting her son eating before grabbing her phone off of the nightstand.

Standing in the kitchen she was preparing a few days worth of food. That's how they got by these days, never seeming to have time to cook. She looked over, seeing Brady fast sleep in the bassinet she had moved out to the living room so she could keep a close eye on him.

"Who could that be?" She wondered when she heard a knock at the door. As far as she knew everyone was at the hospital.

"Who is it?" She asked as she opened the door. Her smile faded seeing who it was. Bile rose in her throat as her stomach clenched.

"Miss me, sweetheart?" The voice asked menacingly.

"Jason...how do you know where I live?" She asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"I have my ways." He stepped around her into the house and quickly she raced around him taking a protective stance in front of the bassinet.

"What do you want? I thought you were in jail."

"It's called escaping, darlin' and obviously I didn't do my job right. You both are still alive." He stepped closer to her, a low menacing growl erupted from her and she reached back, gripping the bassinet with one hand. He could do anything he wanted to her, but she would be damned if he was gonna hurt her child.

"Get away," she growled. Her stomach was clenching so hard it started to hurt but she couldn't concentrate on that now.

He cocked the gun that she failed to notice that was in his hand. Her heart beating furiously as she knew she was powerless against him. Without thinking she turned around and with one quick, swift movement she scooped her son up into her arms, racing up stairs as Jason trailed behind. She raced into the bedroom locking the door behind her as she looked around for a place she could hide Brady. She was going to protect him at whatever cost.

Ultimately she chose the bathtub, making sure he was wrapped up in his blanket as she placed him in. She placed a quick kiss on his forehead.

"I love you so much, sweetheart," she whispered before standing back up. She noticed the blood seeping through her pajamas knowing she had ripped her stitches.

She went back out to the bedroom, frantically looking for her phone as she heard the pounding on the bedroom door.

"Shit," she muttered. "I left it downstairs." She was screwed and she knew it. The bedroom door slammed open, she backed herself against the wall knowing she was powerless.

"Nice try, trying to run from me. You're a fast little thing, aren't ya." He cocked the gun again. Meredith squeezed her eyes shut waiting for the gunshot that never came. "You know, I was upset to find out you all survived. But now, it just gives me more opportunities to kill you and that kid of yours." Jason threatened.

"Please," Meredith pleaded, swallowing thickly. "Do whatever you want to me just don't hurt him. He's innocent. He's done nothing to you and we didn't all survive, you killed his father!" Meredith shouted.

"You're right but if you were to survive again, God forbid. Wouldn't it be better to destroy your lives like you did mine?"

"Jason please, it's all in the past. Why can't we just move on?" Meredith pleaded.

"Because you and your husband destroyed my family and what's better revenge than to destroy yours. But first, I think I'll have some fun first." He walked up to her, grabbing a fist full of her hair as he threw her down onto the bed. Despite the pain she was in, she started kicking and punching him. Doing whatever she had to do just to survive for her family. "Oh this is going to be so much fun." He said, chuckling snidely. He placed duct tape over her mouth and pistol whipped her, hoping to knock her out, but all it did was give her a major headache. She tried sending her mind to another place, somewhere far away. Her body screamed in pain and as much as she tried to ignore it, it was nearly impossible.

A sound brought her out of her thoughts, a sound that broke her to her very core. Brady had started to cry and there was nothing she could do. She couldn't go to him, she couldn't comfort him.

Jason reached up ripping the duct tape off her mouth. "Get him to shut up," he growled.

"Let me up and I can," she said. Jason sighed, sliding himself out of her as he got up off the bed removing the duct tape from her hands. Slowly she got out of bed, her entire body screaming in pain.

As she made her way across the room and into the bathroom, Brady's screaming had reached a new octave, one that would surely wake the dead.

"Hey sweetie," she whispered as she picked him up. "I'm here, it's okay." She spent a few minutes rocking him, slowly getting him back to sleep knowing she was being watched. When he finally did, she placed him back into the bathtub before starting to walk out of the bathroom.

As she passed Jason, she quickly grabbed the gun from him before kneeing him in the groin. She tried to run, but her body was getting weaker and weaker. He slammed her into the bed before grabbing the gun back, hitting her once again. She tried to stay concious, but she was losing the battle. The last thing she remembered was hearing Brady once again start to cry before it all went black.

i promise you all it gets better from here! -Kate