Richard Webber pulled up out side the house and hit his hands off the steering wheel. It rain had started and the sound hitting the window was relaxing him. As he closed his eyes he could see her standing, against the door frame of the scrub room. The sound of tapping on his side window startled him out her dream. Meredith was standing, the rain falling down her face.

'Meredith, you are going to get sick, get inside,'

'Come with me. I need you. Derek didn't know my mother. You did,' Richard pulled his keys out the car and put his arm round Meredith. As they entered the house he whispered in her ear.

'Go and Get changed, you don't want to get the flu.' Meredith headed up the stairs and started changing when Derek stood at the door.

'I don't think I can put up with much more of this,'

'You're not alone Mere,' as she lifted her wet clothes she started crying. Derek took his jacket off and hugged her tightly.

'I'm here, it's ok, I'm here,' Meredith dropped the clothes and turned to hold on tightly to Derek's shirt. She couldn't bear it. The people down the stairs didn't know her mother. Why did they even care? She just didn't understand. Her legs became weak and she couldn't hold her body up any longer. Derek scooped her up and carried her over to the bed. As he laid her down she grabbed at his shirt again.

'Don't leave me,' Derek nodded his head and climbed in beside her. She turned to face him, snuggling into his chest. As her breathing even out and she became more relaxed Derek looked down to see she was fast asleep and for the first time since her mother died, she was sleeping peacefully. Slipping out the bed he took his tie off and slipped down the stairs. Everyone had gone, including Richard. Izzie and George were cleaning up the kitchen; Alex and Christina were sorting the living room.

'How she doing?'

'She's sleeping but it won't last long. When did everyone leave?'

'About fifteen minutes ago,' Derek poured himself coffee and stood looking out the window. A thud could be heard from up the stairs. Dropping the cup he ran up the stairs, followed by George and Izzie. Meredith was sitting on the floor, going through books.

'This was her favourite one. 'Folly' She used to read this to me when I was younger,' Meredith suddenly through the book against the wall.

'This was one she threw at my dad and caught him on the chest. That was so funny,' Meredith threw the book at the mirror. Izzie and George left Derek with Meredith.

'Why are you throwing the books about?'

'Cause that's what life's about. If you don't like something, you throw it away. Maybe if I throw all these books away, I'll forget she's dead and that she's never going to hear me say that I loved her,' Meredith picked up another book but Derek prized it out her hands. She just turned and looked at him.

'Mere, by throwing the books you're not doing any good. You need to remember that your mom wasn't just about possessions like books, she was your mom who took you to the beech, held you at night when you were scared, gave you a plaster if you cut your knee.' Meredith looked to the floor and the flood gates opened. Derek sat next to her and put his arms around her.

'Your mom knew how much she loved you. You might not have said it to her very often but she knew it,'

'I want to go see the ferryboats,' Meredith stood up and pulled her jeans and Dartmouth top on. Derek changed and the pair left the house, knowing full well that ferryboats weren't the answer.

'Do you want to go out?'

'No, I just want to watch them,' Meredith climbed out the car, zipping her jacket up so it covered her mouth. Derek left her on her own and let her walk about. As she was sitting on the bench she could see a small lily floating ion the surface of the water. Smiling to herself she could sense Derek was watching her. Turning to face him, she outstretched her arm towards him. He took hold of it and sat next to her, drawing her in towards his chest.

'I love you,'

'I love you too mere,'

'Would she of liked the ferry boats?'

'Yeah, I think she just might have,'