SHOOT TO MEREDITHS HOUSE
A few weeks had passed, Meredith had been released and was under the best care. Derek had temporarily moved into her house to make sure she didn't overdo it. She had nightmares, every night, flashbacks from that day. Finn full of rage. The bat he swung. The feeling of being alone, cold and empty. She would wake up in a cold sweat and there Derek was. Waiting. Always waiting for her. He consoled her and told her again and again what had happened. Her short term memory was still concerning him. She would do fine for a day or so, then relapse and want to know why he was in her bed in the middle of the night.
It was getting hard for Derek to have her look at him, cold, uneasy eyes, wondering exactly why he was there with her. He tried to explain what had happened but it was like her brain wasn't processing it. He wanted to get her in for more tests, he wanted to help her recover. She was tired of the tests, tired of hearing "poor Meredith," tired of it all. She just wanted things to go back to the way they were. Sadly, no one knew when that would be...
"STOP! NO! I'M SORRY! I JUST FOUND OUT! PLEASE IM SORRY DON'T..." blackness. She jerked out of bed causing Derek to hit the floor. "What happened Mere?" She snapped her head at him, "Derek?" she asked cautiously while scanning the room. "Where is he, hes here, I saw him, I feel him." Derek, concerned, asked her, "Who's here honey, its just us..." She had tears in her eyes, "No Derek, HE's here. Finn's here." He sighed and looked at her and felt their hearts connect. "Mere, Finn is dead...He's not coming back...There's no way he can hurt you again..." he was interrupted by a voice: "Are you sure about that?"