Disclaimer: Same as the first chapter.

This chapter may seem a little confusing so you may want an explanation. Mer's POV is the exact exact same scene as Derek's. It's just from both of their perspectives. So it's not happening twice, just happening to both of them. If that makes sense, lol. But read . . it's good.

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Meredith's POV:

It was raining. The rain fell down on the black umbrella I held over my head. I stood in the back, alone. My old friends didn't know that I was back. I had left Emily with an old colleague of my mom's that I had always been close to. I couldn't imagine dragging my daughter to a funeral.

I glanced through my tears towards the front of the crowd. Adele was holding on to Addison and sobbing. Addison was interestingly standing with Mark. My fellow former interns, my "family", was standing together. I smiled through my tears, realizing how nice it was to see them again. I had avoided them earlier, but knew I wanted to see them, to have them meet my little princess, and for her to meet the people I always considered her aunts and uncles. That could wait for after.

My eyes fell on the lone figure, standing near the front but off to the side. The dark curls, so much like my daughter's, were being soaked from the rain. He looked heartbroken and destroyed. Alone. His gaze turned towards me, I whipped my head in the other direction.

The service was over. All my old friends took a turn placing a flower on the coffin and walking away, heading home to the warmth. I stood there. Alone. Watching as the workers filled the whole, leaving only a tombstone to remember my, well I never knew really what to call him, by.

"Meredith?" I heard from beside me. I didn't have to look to know who it was.

"Derek." I said, trying to sound calm but I could hear my voice breaking. I had been so alone, and yet had tried to stay strong for so long. For five years. Five years of pretending I was okay, of pretending that I liked my life in Detroit, that I wasn't still yearning for the only person I had ever loved. Being strong and just wanting to break.

Finally I broke, my knees gave away and sobs racked my body.

Strong arms surrounded me, strong arms that had been in my dreams every night for those years. I heard him mutter small comforting statements, as he kissed my forehead, his tears mixing with mine. I sobbed harder, finally giving up. I had tried so hard not to fall. And now I had fallen,

Derek was there to catch me.

In the arms of the angel

Fly away from here

From this dark cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage

Of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort here

Derek's POV:

No one else has spotted her. I had. She was standing, holding a black umbrella and wearing a black jacket. Her face dry but her eyes full. She looked like the people you see on movies, the ones that go to a funeral dressed all in black that try to hold everything in.

She looked beautiful.

The rain hit my head, chilling me to the core, but I barely felt it. Looking at her made me realize that I had been cold all along. Cold and dead for 5 years. Five long year without her, it was a miracle that this wasn't my funeral. I had known I had missed her, known that it hurt to wake up every morning knowing that I would not see her that day. But until right this minute, I had no idea how much I had missed her. Missing someone this much, well it just didn't seem right or fair.

I tore my gaze back to the funeral. The chief had been my mentor and one of my best friends. He kept me going when I really didn't want to go anymore. I had to pay my respects, I had to be in the moment, with him and not with the woman I loved all along.

I felt her eyes on me. The burning sensation that had thrilled me years ago.

I glanced her way again, she tore her eyes away.

The funeral was over. I placed my flower on the coffin and turned away to leave, planning on going home to my empty trailer and having a drink. For Richard, For myself. For Meredith and what we could have been. I walked over to my car, and turned to give the site on last look. I didn't visit grave yards, so I knew it was the last time I would look at it. She was still standing there.

I glanced at my warm car, and headed back in her direction.

"Meredith?" I quietly asked approaching her, not really knowing what it was I planned to say, what I planned to do.

"Derek," she responded in an entirely unlike Meredith voice. She sounded weak, she sounded broken. I stood silent for a minute, not knowing how to continue, and I watched as her face broke and her knees shook. Before she could fall I gathered her in my arms.

Stroking her hair I told her it would all be all right, kissing her forehead and telling her that I was there. I didn't know what I was saying, didn't know what I was doing. But she had fallen, and this time I caught her.

And I was warm. Finally, blissfully warm.

"Come on," I said, my voice shaking as I pulled away, keeping one arm tight around her. "Let's get you home."

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