Derek watched helplessly as Miranda started to perform CPR on Meredith, compressing her chest and letting go, trying to squeeze one last breath of air into her lungs. She was joined by doctor after doctor until Meredith was obscured from his view. Snapping out of his reverie, Derek pushed people aside until he was standing beside her bed. As he had said before, he trusted no one else when it came to her life. He gently pushed Bailey's hands aside and started to perform the CPR himself.

"Get me the paddles," he half-yelled. A doctor rushed him the sole defribulator, the only possible thing that might have saved her life and he waited for the go-ahead.

"All clear," said the nurse who was monitoring her vitals.

Derek placed the paddles to her chest and pressed the button, a sharp bolt of electricity rocketing through her limp body.

"Again," he said. Around him, doctors exchanged looks of skepticism but obeyed.

"Clear," the nurse said again.

He pressed the red button again, her body jumping with the volt. But still, no signs of life appeared on the heart monitor.

"Crank it up. Top notch," he said.

"Shepherd the baby!" one of the doctors said.

"Do it!" Derek yelled, causing some of the doctors to jump back in shock from his aggressiveness.

The doctor cranked it up to the highest level and Derek, not thinking about anything but bringing her back, pressed the button once again, her body shaking as he forced the un-natural electricity through her veins.

"Shepherd its no use. She's gone," one of the doctors from behind him said sadly.

"No! Not it's not," he said to the crowd. "Meredith don't give up on me now!" he said to her. "One last time."

He was aware of the doctors around him shaking their heads in disagreement but he didn't care. He would stop at nothing to get her back.

"Please!" he pleaded. Out of pity, and only pity, the vitals nurse said, "All clear." one last time.

Derek pressed the button and closed his eyes, hoping at praying like he had never done before that it had worked. It seemed like minutes to Derek as he stood there with his eyes closed, the dead paddles still resting on Meredith's chest. He took the silence as a bad thing and started to let out his tears. He had now lost the woman he was in love with, and his unborn baby.

"We've got a pulse. It's weak but its there," the vitals nurse said again.

Derek's head snapped up fro his chest and he looked to the heart monitor which, sure enough, had a weak but steady line going up and down as her heart struggled to pump blood through her veins. The doctors left the room seeing as there was no more need for them until it was only Bailey, Shepherd, and Meredith in the room. Derek sank down onto the stool beside her bed, resting his head on her slightly protruding stomach.

"Good job Shepherd," Bailey said, placing her hand on his shoulder from above. "You kept going when everyone else had given up. She owes you her life."

"No she doesn't. I owe her mine. She's carrying my baby. The one thing Addison could never give me. And now it's even better because I'd much rather prefer to have a child with Meredith than with Addison," Derek said. He looked up into her face which still had a slightly scared expression on it.

"What? She's fine. Her heart is beating, she's breathing on her own. What's wrong?"

"Shepherd the baby."

"What about it?"

"You're a doctor. You should no what happens to life inside a person when you electrocute it back to life."

Derek was silent for a second as he contemplated what she had said.

"You don't think...?" he asked sadly.

Bailey nodded her head in a disappointed way. "I' sorry Shepherd but I don't think a baby of only two months could have survived two hundred watts of electricity."

She walked over to the heart monitor and attached a cord to Meredith's stomach, waiting for a reply to see if the baby still had a heartbeat.

"Two heart beats if the baby is still alive, one if she lost it." Bailey said.

"Well? One heart beat or two?"