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I am sorry about the wait for this chapter, I had went on a vacation the day after I posted chapter 1 and returned home aboout a month later, I have been going through the process of applying to a new school to transfer to, and I have been unpacking everything I had taken up to my college dorm. BUT it is all done now and I have sat down and made an outline of everything up to chapter 5.

I'm not going to make promises for when I'll update because I never know when it will get hectic, however, I am hoping to have a new chapter posted every week.

Chapter 2

Calm?! How could Bailey even suggest that Meredith calm down when she had no idea where her husband was-her husband whose car was currently smashed up on the television screen. Meredith had no idea when Bailey had moved them over to the waiting room, or how long they had been sitting there.

Finally pulling herself together, Meredith assured her former resident that she was just going to do charting for the rest of her shift.

That was fifteen minutes ago. So while she sat at the nurses station and attempted to do some charts, she tried calling Derek again only for it to go straight to his voicemail again.

She would feel better about it all once she saw for herself that Derek was alive and well. And she was able to have a freak out on him for making her a mess all day.

Derek breathed a sigh of relief when he had made it back into the busier part of Seattle and realized that he was a very close distance to Grey-Sloan Memorial. He recalled Meredith telling him that her shift ended at eight, so when he looked at his watch and saw that it was nearing seven o'clock, Derek decided to go to the hospital so he could see his wife in person.

The only fear Derek still had was facing his wife after the agonizing day he knew he had probably caused her. And the wrath of Meredith Grey was something he was not looking forward to enduring.

His legs were tired of walking, he wanted to be in the air conditioning sitting down with the comfort of his family. The last mile of road that distanced Derek from Grey-Sloan seemed like the longest of all the other miles he had walked. By this point in the game, Derek was sure he would be dehydrated by the time he reached the hospital. There was just a small stretch of land holding him back from his family, that is what was keeping Derek going.

Meredith was getting antsy. Coverage was still playing on the television of the accident, Derek's car was still slightly visible on the screen and he hadn't returned to the scene. Meredith knew her husband, if he had went to get help he would have been back by now.

Suddenly, Meredith had flashbacks of the plane crash that took the life of her sister and Mark Sloan. Just thinking of that day when she couldn't find Derek in the woods sent chills throughout her body. She thought Derek had gone to get help that day, that he would return with help. But he hadn't, and when it seemed like forever since she first searched for him, but there was no sign of her husband, Meredith was sure he was dead somewhere in the woods.

That was the foreboding feeling Meredith was currently having. Derek would have called, had he gone for help, he would have been back at the scene by now. It was just like the woods, Derek was laying in a ditch somewhere injured. And that thought killed her.

She was so concentrated on the screen that she hadn't felt the presence of someone next to her until there was a tap on her shoulder.

Miranda Bailey was walking back towards the waiting room to find the family of her patient when she saw her former intern sitting at the nurses station staring at the television screen that was playing news converage of the accident that Derek Shepherd was clearly in. Looking at the resident that was following her, she informed him to go update the family as she went over to Meredith Grey.

The woman didn't even notice the presence of another body next to her until Mirand tapped her shoulder. "You should not be sitting here watching that screen. You are worried, I understand, but looking at what is unfolding on the screen is only making you feel worse. Derek is fine. You and I both know that Derek Shepherd is one of the most stubborn men around, he won't go down without a fight."

Meredith looked up at her former mentor and just stared at her. "I know Derek. He would have called me if he was safe. He would have gone to get help, and maybe come in an ambulance if he was working on the other driver when the paramedics arrived. Bailey, something is wrong. I've had this feeling before and it ended up with me drowing, almost dying when I had my hand in a body cavity with ammunition in it. It's never a good feeling."

"Sitting here is doing you no good," Bailey continued trying to get the broken woman to see that everything was going to be okay. But most importantly, she needed to get her away from the nurses station. "You are going to an on-call room until you here from Derek. Do I make myself clear?" She didn't wait for an answer as she grabbed Meredith by the arm and began dragging her to the farthest on-call room because Miranda Bailey knew Meredith Grey, and she knew the woman would peek out the door to see the television screen.

Luckily the room was empty so Bailey escorted Meredith in and both women took a seat on the bed. "Talk to me."

"Derek would have called me. It's not like him to keep me worrying like this, especially when he was on a plane. We have a deal...he calls me as he's boarding and when he lands. It is now an hour and a half since he was supposed to call. But nothing."

"Grey, the police would have contacted you by now," Bailey tried to soothe, but failed.

Meredith stood up when Bailey said that and began pacing. "And I'm not home. Maggie is at my house with my children. She knows I'm working so why would she call?"

"Because she knows that you would need to know anything about Derek's whereabouts. Stop thinking the worse of the situation. You're going to make yourself sick if you keep it up. And I am not going to be the one cleaning that up."

Derek breathed a sigh of relief when the parking lot of the hospital came into view. It would all be over once he stepped foot in the doors of Grey-Sloan. His feet were begging him to stop walking; his throat dry from thirst. He needed a shower to wash away all the sweat and dirt from his journey through Seattle. Derek knew he probably shouldn't make a joke like that, especially in front of Meredith because without even seeing her, he knew that she was not going to be happy with him; relieved to see him, yes...but she'll still be upset with him for not getting in touch with her, to let her know what had happened. It surely was not going to be a fun night.

Derek ran a hand through his hair when he reached the curb that led to the pathway of the front doors of Grey-Sloan. He had to admit it now, he was terrified of seeing his wife. Finishing the short distance that separated him from his family, Derek entered the hospital and looked around. No Meredith.

As he reached the nurses station, Derek took a quick look in the waiting room and saw what was playing on the television. He cringed at the sight of what he left behind a few hours ago.

"Can you please page Doctor Grey for me?" Derek asked the nurse at the station.

Meredith had been silent after talking with Bailey, who was still with Meredith, thinking about everything that could happen. She was grateful that Bailey had insisted she stayed with Meredith until she heard any news unless she was paged a 911. The silent room echoed when a pager began to go off.

Meredith looked at her pager and sighed. "It's mine. Probably to inform me that my husband was found dead in a ditch." Dark and twisty Meredith had emerged in the midst of the situation and she hated it. She had been bright and shiny for quite some time now, and now all her hard work was thrown out the window in a matter of hours.

She got up from the bed and began walking to the nurses station where she had been paged to. As she got closer to the station, she squinted her eyes at the figure that was getting closer. All she knew was that it was a rugged man, seeing as his back was to her. Meredith's guess is that he was watching the news coverage.

He must have heard her footsteps approaching because he turned around when Meredith reached the nurses station. Her breath was taken away when she realized that the rugged figure was her husband.

Her very alive husband. Meredith breathed a sigh of relief and threw her arms around her husband. Although when she had finally released her tight grip on him she punched him in the shoulder, not hard but also not soft. And he happily accepted it, anticipated it in fact.

"Where the hell have you been? I saw your car on that screen and thought you were dead! You couldn't find a few minutes to call me to say 'Hey Mer, don't worry, I'm safe...I'm alive'? Was that so hard?" Meredith asked has some of her words were quivering as she held back the much needed feeling to cry.

Derek sighed and decided to tell her later that he did try. Now was not the time for talking. Right now, he needed to hold his wife in his arms. And he didn't have much of a choice because before he knew it, her arms were around him again.

As he held his wife, he saw Miranda Bailey standing back a ways giving him a small smile before turning on her feet and leaving.

Again, so sorry for the wait. I am beginning to write chapter 3 now, and am feeling hopeful that it is uploaded by Sunday or Monday. I scanned over this, I didn't really read through it all so I am sorry for any spelling errors. Also, I know the sections are very small, but it was just because of how it was from each person's POV and I didn't want to ramble on one POV. It'll be better next time.