I'll fix this one at home! Sorry for the craziness!
While Derek waited for the wreckers to arrive on the scene, he climbed in his car searching for his phone. There was still no reception, but he pocketed the device and drummed on his steering wheel as he waited for everything to be completed. He quickly composed a text message to send to the president's office, explaining as briefly as possible, with a promise to call as soon as he had better service to explain why he hadn't made it to his meeting.
As soon as the second wrecker left the scene, he started his car and pulled onto the road, heading back towards Grey-Sloan. After the accident he witnessed today, he appreciated how quickly things could go wrong, and he needed to see Meredith and Zola and Bailey just to reassure himself. He passed a Red Semi barreling down the road, but he was focused on getting back to his family. He held himself back from speeding too much, but it didn't take too long before her pulled into his usual spot in the parking lot and hopped out of the car. After a brief call to Washington, with a detailed explanation of his drive to the airport and promises to fly out in the morning, he headed inside.
The Emergency Room was chaos. There had been a small plane crash, and he knew that he needed to find Meredith. There were too many bad memories that would be stirred in any of the crash survivors – After all he had lost his lifetime best friend and Meredith had lost her kid sister.
He rode the elevator up to the level of the daycare, because not only did he want to see him wife, but he also needed to see both of his children. He had missed out on a lot while he had been in Washington, D.C. Both were excited to see him. He picked Bailey up, and then Bailey wrapped his chubby little arms around his fathers neck and buried his face in the fabric, breathing in deeply. Derek crouched down and Zola wrapped herself around him.
Without wasting time searching for Meredith, he called her. With both children securely in his arms, he didn't want to go any longer without hearing her voice. He realized that she probably needed the reassurance that he was fine. After all, he knew that she sometimes dealt with nightmares from the plane crash, the shooting, and his subsequent erratic behavior. Her words still chilled him when he thought of her fears of losing him in a car crash. After all, that almost had happened today. Even if she was in surgery, one of the interns could put it on speaker or hold it to her ear. He needed the reassurance that she was fine – and not in the Meredith definition of the word, but the actual Webster's definition.
She answered immediately, a panicked quiver ringing in her voice. "Derek? Where are you?"
"I'm here at Grey-Sloan. I missed my flight. There was a car accident." He explained briefly.
The president's office called. You didn't make your meeting."
"I'll explain more in a little bit, but I came down to the daycare to see the kids." He sighed, shifting Bailey on his hip as he stood, stretching out his frame.
"I'll be out of surgery in about 30 minutes. You know I'm sure we could use your hands up here." He could hear an edge to her voice.
"You know, I'll leave the kids here at daycare for just a little longer and then we can do something as a family. See you in a bit, Mere." He kissed both children and gave them one extra squeeze before heading up to the surgery floor.
"When the elevator opened, he was face to face with the chaos of surgery, as some of the car crash victims and plan crash victims were in the operating theatres. He stared at the board for a moment, noting which room Meredith was operating in. He quickly ducked into the scrub room, where he recognized his wife poised over a patient, all of her focus on the person on the table. He knew that if her mask hadn't been hiding her mouth, that he would be able to see them pursing in concentration. He grabbed a mask and entered the room, "Does anyone need a Neurosurgeon?" he said, his eyes twinkling with happiness and pride at how much Meredith had grown over the years.
Meredith turned towards him after a moment, her eyes crinkling around the edges, clearly showing her delight in seeing him. "I'm just about to close up, Dr. Shepherd."
"I'll just wait for you outside then, unless someone happened to actually need a "Brainless Brain Surgeon." He slipped front the room and waited for her, leaning against the wall outside of the scrub room.
He didn't have long to wait for Meredith to come out of the OR, freshly scrubbed out. She rushed to him, flinging his arms around his neck. He dipped his head to meet her lips, pulling her body closely to his. "Meredith" he breathed.
She broke the kiss and curled into him, digging into his arms, suddenly trembling. "Derek. There was a plane crash. I thought. I Thought. I thought I had lost you!" She stuttered out.
He petted her hair, oblivious to the people swirling around them. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." She relaxed against him, her breathing slowly as his presence expelled the fear.
"You fool, with your perfect hair." A voice said from beside him. The small dark haired woman coming toward him was a force to be reckoned with, despite her small stature. "You had Meredith terrified. You need to get your head out of …"
"You're absolutely right Bailey," he soothed with a chuckle, as his hands still running up and down Meredith's back. "I'm a little shaken up as well. There was a major car accident right in front of me, and if I hadn't stopped as quickly as I did, I very well would have been a part of it. But thankfully, I was able to help, and I believe that some of your patients in the OR are from that accident."
Meredith pulled away from him and lunged towards the nearest trash car, expelling everything inside of her. He followed her and held her hair back from her face. "You're ok. It's ok."
He turned back towards Bailey, 'Miranda, I think I need to take her home. I want to spend a little time with the rest of my family."
******How Derek found his phone while waiting on the wrecker and saved his own life"