Chapter 3

"What are you doing here?" Dr. Bailey asked, eyeing Meredith suspiciously.

Both of them knew that she had no business being here. "Aren't you supposed to be home, supporting each other?" She asked, worry in her eyes. Dr. Bailey has been all the way there when it comes to Grey's and Shepherd's relationship. She had seen them falling apart over each other more than once. If Derek died, he'd leave a devastated Meredith. "She's freaking out." Amelia stated bluntly, once again not filtering.

"I mean we both are but ..." She didn't end the sentence.

"But she really is." Amelia concluded, obviously not sure of what to say. Meredith looked away.

"Is there anything I can do?" She then asked, not wanting to do the same things she could have done at home – sitting around and worry about Derek and his unknown whereabouts. She was going crazy if she would keep doing this.

"You aren't in any state to work or be in some OR, Meredith." Bailey frowned.

"But I'm going crazy if I'm just sitting here, doing nothing." Meredith looked at her. "There are charts to complete." "I'm not an intern anymore, Bailey. And you know that." "But your mind is occupied with other things. You're distracted, you have been distracted in that OR." Meredith sighed, looking aside. Her heart was beating hollowly in her chest.

"So now, you can the chief of this hospital and I still wouldn't let you operate in that state. It wouldn't do you anything good, nor does it the patient anything good." She explained softly, knowing Meredith knew she was right.

"I know. I know." She finally repeated, Bailey saw now tears in the younger woman's eyes.

"Hey." She softly said. "He is going to turn up, Meredith."

"You don't know that."

"But I know that he loves you as much as a fool he can be sometimes, he still loves you. I'm sure everything's going to be okay." Bailey assured her, even if she didn't know for sure.

Silence.

Then: "They've found his car and two others on a rural road. Why was he driving on a deserted road, I don't get it." Meredith sounded despaired. "He said he was driving a shortcut to the airport." Bailey suddenly remembered her surgery with Amelia and Derek on speaker phone.

"Yeah." Amelia nodded lost in thoughts. "Oh, crap. I need to call my mother. She'd want to know."

With that, Amelia veered away from Meredith and Dr. Bailey. She reached for her cell phone. Both Meredith and Bailey just heard pieces and words from their conversation. After five minutes, Amelia was back. "She's getting on next flight out." Amelia told them. "She already was concerned when she saw I was the one calling ..."

Then she noticed Bailey and Meredith were staring at her in utter confusion, not quite knowing what she meant.

"I never call." She shrugged.

Meredith nodded knowingly, she knew her sister-in-law wasn't very different from her in many things.

"Let me guess: you avoid your mother as well? I did, too. But your mother, I don't know her that well, she seems warm and motherly, not like mine." Meredith said. "Yeah, she's a great mom, but ... I was the always Amelia, the screw-up. Because of the drugs ..."

Meredith shot Bailey a glance, stopping her from making any comment about Amelia's past and she didn't ask further questions.

Amelia was glad about that.

"The gallery's open, isn't it?" "Yeah." Bailey nodded. "You can watch, but not operate or do anything that has to do with patient care. Understood?" Meredith nodded. "I told ya she was freaking out." Amelia said in the background. Miranda Bailey shot her a glance, Meredith leaned against the nurses' station as another wave of dizziness was washing over her. She hoped Amelia and Bailey wouldn't notice her struggle.

But unfortunately for her, they did.

Immediately, they turned around, their conversation was forgotten. They stared at her, of course switching from worried-friend-mode into doctor mode. "Are you okay?" Amelia was the first one to react properly. Bailey frowned, scanning the general surgeon who looked unnaturally pale. "And she may need a consult." She added with a side-glance to Meredith. Amelia motioned to her sister in law, Bailey saw it too.

Bailey's brown furrowed as she looked at Amelia shortly, then back to Meredith. That what Amelia thought, caught Meredith's attention.

A consult? I don't need someone to consult on me.

I need Derek to be here with me, nothing else.

"Why would she need a consult? Last time I have seen her she seemed okay, at least medically and not emotionally speaking." Meredith cut in: "Now that we have established that I'm emotionally not okay, can we move on?" She almost pleaded.

"So what is going on here?" Her eyes darted to Meredith who wished she'd disappear right now into the ground. "Thanks." She hissed, addressing Amelia who looked her into the eye, standing for her decision. "I just want to help you." She mouthed. "Well, stop." Meredith mouthed back.

She then looked back to Bailey: "I am fine. I don't need you to do a consult on me and since I'm not your intern anymore that you can boss around so you can't exactly make me do this." Meredith countered.

"You're right. I can't but what I can do is trying to convince you to let me do it anyway. And you got one thing wrong."

"What?" Meredith was confused, tired and stressed out and was barely able to think clearly.

"But you will always be one of my interns, Grey. You being an attending do not change anything about that. Also, I saved your ass more than just once."

Meredith rolled her eyes. How could she have forgotten?

Of course she hasn't. Why is she bringing this up now?

"Oh, thanks for reminding me, Bailey. Really helps the situation. Derek's missing, he is out there and most likely he is hurt. So me being a little sick is very minor in comparison to Derek being MIA and maybe critically injured with no decent medical help available while we are standing here talking about me and my imaginary illness." Meredith ended.

"Now spill, what makes her think I need to do a consult on you, Grey?" She asked, using the Bailey-technique to stare her down. Meredith looked away. She didn't need a consult, she was fine, medically speaking.

Dr. Bailey looked at Meredith, waiting for her to answer, but when she didn't Amelia spoke up, ending the drama: "She's been throwing up. She says it's stress-related, hence the Derek-situation but somehow, I don't believe her. Also, she might have said that she's fine." Amelia made it clear that she didn't believe that.

"Because I am fine."

"Okay Grey, you better hope you are right for your sake. Because I trust you as a doctor, we won't do a consult now but if it gets worse, come get me and we'll do one." Bailey made her promise. Meredith nodded in reply, glad that they have given in. She knows what she has to do. Her mind went back to her and Derek's recent baby conversation. Maybe she was …

After Meredith disappeared, Bailey turned to Amelia.

"But you keep an eye on her?"

Amelia nodded, she hadn't had anything other in mind.

"Good."

Amelia tried to follow her sister-in-law but she disappeared and was nowhere to be found.

"Your never gonna make your flight." Amelia told him over the phone with her hands in someone's brains while being on the speaker phone with Derek who was currently on his way to the airport. Dr. Bailey was in the operating room with her, watching and assisting her performing brain surgery on a patient with an aneurysm. They were performing a basilar aneurysm clipping.

"No, I'll make it." Derek's voice answered, driving sounds could be heard on the other end of the line.

A nurse held the phone near her ear while she was operating and both talking. She exchanged a glance with Bailey who immediately interjected: "You won't. You are gonna miss your flight." That was Bailey who spoke up after Derek protested that he'll make it in time even though he won't. He'll never make it to the airport, he just doesn't know it yet.

Derek was driving on some deserted road near the end of the fricking world and has almost reached end of reception.

On the left and right of the road, there are bushes and sand. Nothing more. "And who is that? Amy, is that Bailey on the phone?" He asked over the hands-free speaking system so that he can have both hands on the wheel while driving. It's just safer that way."Yep, you're on speaker phone, Derek."

"And I'm not going to miss my flight." Derek said, he was sure about that. "I have a secret shortcut." He reasoned. "I'm going to lo lose you here in a second." Amelia Shepherd and Miranda Bailey responded in synchrony: "There are no shortcuts to the airport.

Meanwhile, Derek noticed that he was going to lose reception soon.

"Cell phone reception is bad." He said, the line crackles and Derek could hear their reply on faintly. The signaling signal weakened with every meter he drove. "Derek, are you still there?" Amelia called out, fearing that they just got out of range of reception. "I can't hear you." She added. Apparently, Derek did hear her and answered with a louder voice: "I said I am going to lose cell phone reception. It's bad here …" Derek explained over the phone, knowing that Amy probably only heard bits and pieces.

After he got no answer from his sister, he asked: "Amy … still there?" Amelia heard him but not really. "Derek?" She repeated her brother's name. "Amy?" It was Derek again who called his sister's name.

"Amy, are you there?" Derek's voice was only faintly to be heard.

The line crackled and then free – line signal. Derek has lost reception now, she concluded, that must be on lonely, deserted road.

"Lost him." Amelia said to the nurse as there wasn't coming something from the other line.

Derek was driving his car in a normal tempo, almost within range of the tempo limit. Suddenly, there was this other car behind him. It was speeding, way more than it was allowed on this road. Derek looked in the rearview mirror, seeing that the car was right behind him. Derek sighed. He was sure that the car driver of the car behind him was preparing to overhaul his car to get a speeding ticket. Too bad that here are no red-light-cameras …

Then it switched to the other lane and drove away, speeding. Derek could hear the other car's engine.

"I'm doing more than ten miles over the speed limit … That's not fast enough for you?" He asked irritated by the other driver's arrogance. He was rolling his eyes as he watched the car drive away, of course he was sarcastically speaking.

He sighed as he watched the car disappear out of his view. Then he turned up the radio. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, Derek noticed there was another car driving ahead of the crazy driver.

He was trying to overtake that car too – just as he did with Derek.

But apparently, Derek had been lucky than the other car. Derek shook his head in disapproval and confusion.

Why was the driver speeding like this?! Somehow, he feared that this would result in a catastrophe. Then the black car fastened its tempo and in the process the car it hit the white van on the side. There was a loud bang and he heard some tires blow, then the force of the impact sending both of cars, the black one and the white one, flying into the air. Derek was shocked when she saw the whole thing. Immediately, he stomped onto the brakes harshly. "Come on, come on, brake, damn it." He cursed his car.

It wasn't fast enough coming to a hold. His breath hitched as he looked out of the windshield.

Both cars were in the air, flying. Both would be crashing down in a few seconds and if he wasn't able to stop his car in time, they would crash down on him, killing him most likely instantly. That was the harsh reality. Then it happened: both cars went down, now everything happened in slow motion. In the next second, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop before it happens so he swerved to the left, hitting some rocks, and then in the next second he was hitting the steering wheel on impact …

For a moment, he was just lying there, recuperating from his shock and waiting for the world to stop spinning around him. When he was sure that he could feel his legs and all and the light-headedness disappeared, he slowly sat up. Then the next boom, his chest jerked up when he felt the impact both cars had. The ground was literally vibrating under his feet.

He breathed in shock, then the cars hit the ground resulting in a deafening noise. For a moment, Derek couldn't see where he was because of the dirt that got catapulted into the air, blocking his windshield and preventing him from seeing what was happening around him. He could hear something screeching.

He got out of the car to help the other injured people in th other vehicles. First the van, he thought and made his way over to the van. "Help." the passengers in the car called out. "I'll be back, I promise." Derek told them as he looked through the windows, trying to estimate the damage that's been done."I'm coming back and I'm going to get you out."

"Please hurry." The woman said faintly.

"Charly?" A woman asked as Derek had helped out the driver of the car that had caused the accident.

"Why isn't he moving?" She asked with fear in her voice. "I need to find a first aid kit." Derek only said in reply. He wasn't very fond of him because he was the reason this had happened but he was a doctor, so no judgment coming from him. So he was just opening the luggage trunk of the car, seeing if he could find it.

"You've got to be kidding me." He mumbled, only to be interrupted by a hysteric call coming from girl: "The car's on fire."

Derek looked up in shock. Suddenly, he felt a slight amount of pain coming from his chest but he just shook it off. The car was on fire. He turned around, instantly shouting over to the woman and her injured boyfriend: "Hey." He started running over to the car as fast as he could. "Alana, run." He shouted. He knew it would explode in the next few seconds. "But what about Charly?" She almost cried.

"Go wait by the car." Derek ordered as he attended to Charly. Then he was helping him up. They needed to get away from here.

"Come on, Charly you gotta get up, come on." Derek repeated urgently.

"Get up, come on, come on."

Meredith stared at the pregnancy test in her hands. It was as if the stick was mocking her. Why now? She was pregnant. Derek was in a freaking accident and they were getting another child. This was seriously fucked up. The universe was seriously fucked up, so much was clear. The result of the pregnancy test was positive. Positive. They were getting another baby. They were getting a real baby, as in one that screams when it's hungry and demands to be fed. Derek and Meredith are going to be parents again. Then they would have three children, and their work. If he was alive … if not, she doesn't know what to do. Without him.

I can live without you.

But I don't ever want to.

If he was dead, she would be forced to live without him for the rest of her life. Their unborn child would never meet his or her daddy. Meredith swallowed hardly. This wasn't supposed to be this way. Derek was supposed to be with her, sharing this unforgettable moment.

They were supposed to be living this moment, remembering it.

To tell their kids that there will be another sibling … that is, when the baby survives.

But instead, she was alone and fearing for Derek's life. He might be dead.

After all, this is Grey Sloan Memorial, soon to be Gravestone Memorial Hospital if he was actually dead. But he can't be, right? He's McDreamy and you don't kill a dream.

But she can't be sure at all, life's been throwing all this crap at her, why not also that? When she was finally happy, Derek was back from Washington D.C. and they just got happy again. It can't be gone.

Meredith suppressed a cry. She wanted Derek. But he wasn't here. He wanted a third child. He wants a third child, she told herself. He is still alive. She's keeping the faith. Derek is resilient, he survived a shooting, a plane crash … There's no actual way that he's dead, he just can't be.

When Amelia left the kitchen Meredith turned to Derek, making a face: "So your sister and Owen? Really?"

Meredith asked and looked at her husband. "Yeah, she told me last night." Derek explained while putting on his coat. Meredith frowned when she heard that. "You knew that your sister's doing Owen and you didn't tell me?" Meredith inquired him, eyeing him. Why did he hide that information from her?

"I was supposed to tell you that?" He asked dumbfounded, not daring to look Meredith in the eye. "Yes." She replied, her eyes sparkling.

"I don't remember where I put my phone and now have to remember someone else's sex life?" He answered back flabbergasted. "Oh, I gotta go ..." But instead, Meredith came nearer to his body, Derek asking: "Oh you wanna go again? Huh?"

Meredith didn't answer, in that moment she pulled Derek's lost phone from his pocket. She chuckled as she held it up.

"Oh. Hey, that's my phone." Derek replied and he and Meredith kissed.

Then they parted and Meredith said: "You know, I wish you could stay or I could come with you or something." Derek already opened the door.

"I'll be back soon and you know that." Derek assured her. "I know, I know." Meredith followed him to the door. "I just feel like I just got you back and now you have to go and I have to stay here …" Meredith rambled a bit.

"I'll be home before you know it, Mer." Derek smiled his McDreamy smile.

Then they kissed - for real kissed.

„This is my last trip and then I'll be back for good." Derek said, smiling at her. Meredith smiled at him, the thought of Derek being back for good was amazing. "I love you, you know that, right?" Meredith looked at him as he came nearer and nearer and finally their lips met – they kissed, as in really must part ways with her now though. There's the little matter of resigning from a presidential post in DC.

"I just feel like I'm losing you again after I just got you back." Meredith told him her thoughts.

Derek replied: "You won't lose me, you won't ever lose me ..." Meredith smiled at him. Then Derek said smiling: "Wait right here. Wait for me. Stay here." It were the exact words he was saying before he went to break up with Rose, after she built the house of candles where their real house is now ...

Meredith smiled as she watched Derek leave, already thinking about when he comes back to her …

She never thought it would turn out like this …

Derek was walking down the road the way he had come from. It was hot and that didn't do his circulatory system any good. He feared he'd collapse any minute. It looked like he wasn't as unharmed as he first anticipated. This was bad, suddenly he felt like he just couldn't breathe anymore, that his heart was beating out of his chest erratically. Now he was sure that he was having arrhythmias. Somehow he had no idea where he was, has lost orientation …

He was somewhere without reception so much was clear but his mind went foggy. He could barely make out the way.

He knew that this was bad, really bad. Derek was aware that he needed medical attention, professional medical attention sooner rather than later. He tried to think of Meredith, her smile was what was keeping him going.

Meredith. He wanted to be with her, right now, lying in their bed and talking with her about future children.

Derek could make out a rock near the deserted road and saw the possibility of a pause.

One that he dearly needed.

He stumbled toward it, blindly. Then he lost hold and stumbled over something, a branch or something. He didn't exactly know what it was. He slowly lost was balance and tried to regain it back but failed. The world started spinning around him, he wouldn't get air into his lungs and suddenly he finds himself falling.

He was hitting his head on something hard in the process.

He felt the cooling surface of the rock with his hands, he slid down, his back pressed against it. He was barely able to keep his eyes open. Suddenly, his breathing shallowed out and he knew that he was going to lose consciousness, with no one there to protect his airway. He was alone.

A few seconds later, everything went black ...

Five Hours Later: Then the rescuers came, with screeching brakes and blinking lights. They saw two cars. But there were no persons that were injured or any persons at all. One of the paramedics turned to his colleague: "Am I the only one that isn't seeing any patients, dead or alive or is it just me?" His colleague shrugged.

"Let's see what we have." They looked around, not looking very optimistic.

They just saw the two cars, one that was crashed against some rocks, probably it came off roads and then hit the rocks while the other car was lying there, face down or better was completely destroyed. "Paramedics here." His older colleague shouted as he put one of the rescue bags on his back and motioned his younger colleague to follow him.

They saw a boy with a head wound staggering around. Immediately, they were alarmed.

"There, we have found 'em." Someone called out, the boy looked up. Squinted his eyes to see details. His vision went was feeling dizzy, apparently the doctor had been right, he probably has a concussion. After the emergency physician finished assessing everyone's state, they started prepping them for transport.

But then he thought of something else-

the man who had helped them to get out of the drestroyed car.

„Hey, I need to talk to you. It's important, it concerns someone who was almost in the crash, he is the one who helped us, he got us out of that car wreck before it exploded. It has been hours …. He went for help, I think he's injured too although he never showed any signs of pain or discomfort." „What are you saying exactly?" The paramedic asked, „We need to get you to a hospital." „Yeah, that can wait."

"No, it can't. You have ..."

"I know what I have." The boy cut him off, fearing that it will be too late for Derek if he doesn't do anything.

It's a beautiful day to save lives."

„Wait, there's was a man helping us, he's a doctor, he's saved us all, my sister she's had a serious cardiac complication and the doc saved her. You need to send Search and Rescue to find him. He's a good man, he's has saved us all." The boy rambled. „We need to get you to the clinic you've got a pretty serious looking head laceration." The paramedic said as he glanced at the boy's forehead.

„I'm fine, just a little concussion." „We might wanna get a CT to rule out any bleeders."

The paramedic suggested before he pushed the gurney into the ambulance. His sister and the younger girl were already on their way to the clinic, to Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital where they will be treated. „You need to find him, I think he went for help. Help for us, to get us help and we haven't heard from him in five hours. I'm fearing that something might have happened to him. Please send Search and Rescue." The paramedic stared at him, then he took out his radio equipment to phone Search and Rescue

. „Yeah, we've got one missing person- we need a team on highway …"

The boy breathed in heavily. Finally, they were getting help for the doc who has saved his family and all.

"Dr. Grey." Someone addressed her. "Yeah?" Meredith responded, not really in the mood to talk. "There is someone who wants to talk to you."

"Where is this someone?" Meredith responded, her mind going back to Derek. "Over there." When Meredith followed her gaze, she saw a policeman waiting there, looking as if he was carrying bad news. Meredith's heart stopped for a millisecond. "You want to talk to me?" Meredith said, knowing that it had to be bad news considering the guy's face expression. "You are Dr. Derek Shepherd's wife, aren't you?" The man asked her.

"That's me, yes." Meredith frowned, worried.

"We came here to inform his next of kin about him being found." "Is he okay?" Meredith demanded to know. "I want to know if he's okay."

"There's been an accident." Meredith stared at the officer with an open mouth. Her eyes were wide with fear as she heard these words. Derek's been in an accident. A potentially deadly accident, suddenly she felt like she just couldn't breathe anymore.

"Oh my …" She said, stumbling backwards.

"Are … you okay?" The officer asked awkwardly.

"You just told me that Derek was in a potentially deadly accident and ask me if I'm okay?" Meredith breathed heavily, leaning against the nurses' station for support. Her balance was still off. "So, no, I am not okay. I'm obviously not okay?" Out of sudden, Bailey, Dr. Webber and Dr. Owen Hunt joined the conversation, noticing that Meredith was extremely shaken up by the latest events.

"Are there any news?" Owen directed his question to the officer.

He nodded.

"I just received word from Search and Rescue that he's been found unconscious, lying near the road. Apparently he went for help but ..."

"… was injured and didn't know or was too proud to admit that he needed medical attention as well." Someone spoke. "Who are you?" The police officer asked, frowning as he glanced at Amelia. "She's his sister." Owen spoke up. Amelia shot him a thankful glance, he nodded almost invisibly.

"There's been an accident." He repeated the exact words he had told Meredith. Amelia just stared at him in shock, then her eyes darted to Owen. He instantly came nearer and finally embraced her in a soothing hug. "It'll be alright." He murmured softly, pressing a kiss on her hair. Meredith looked away.

She wanted Derek to be okay. He needed to be okay.

"They are airlifting him now."

Meredith heard it all.

Derek. Car accident. Injured. Airlifting him now.

She was standing there, working on controlling her breathing for the baby's sake. She remembered all too good what it was like to miscarry and she didn't want it to happen to this baby too. Their baby. Hers and Derek's. He never knew about it. The baby was the reason. This was the reason for him to hold on. To get through this. "They are airlifting him?" Meredith asked in shocked, with fear in her voice.

She knew that that meant that Derek was bad off. "They don't airlift patients unless it's very bad or urgent or if there is no other way … oh my god, there's a real possibility that he dies and I won't even get the chance to tell him …" She didn't end it, not now.

"Okay, Grey. Stop right there. We don't have the specifics yet, we don't know how bad it is until they get here."

"…But I should prepare myself for the worst." Meredith finished Bailey's sentence for her. "Bailey's right, Grey. You should listen to her." Owen told her. "Yeah." Was Bailey's simple reply which made Meredith feel more and more uneasy- Her heart was beating erratically in her chest.

She had no idea how she did it – this, everything right here. She feels as if her whole life is falling apart on by one. Dr. Webber had paged every available attending, they needed all hands on deck. Then, by now all the heads of every department were standing there, assembled. The surgeons have been paged with a 911.

"Chief, why are we here?" Arizona Robbins asked, speaking up.

"Do we have incoming or some natural disaster?" April asked, just being curious.

Then Arizona noticed Meredith standing there, with tears in her eyes, looking as if she didn't know whether she wanted to cry or break down and Amelia who was being comforted by Owen.

"Alright, people, listen up." Dr. Webber raised his voice. Even though he wasn't chief anymore, he still had the authority that's needed for that job. "We have got incoming. One of those patients is one of our own, just so you've been warned." Callie's and Arizona's eyes instantly darted over to Meredith.

"I expect you to do your very best work and please, put your emotions away, they cloud judgment and I need everyone to be on top of his game. Don't let emotions interfere with our work, with the important work we're doing here. We have at least three critically injured so get the trauma rooms and ORs staffed and prepped and ready to go, people. That's it, now go save lives." Then he called a few attending's to send them to the roof top where the helicopter is supposed to be landing in less than two minutes.

"They are airlifting him now." He said hectically.

"Who are they airlifting?" Callie urged, and Maggie looked at him, searching for a definite answer. But one glance to Meredith was enough to tell them who it was. "Derek." Meredith cut in, faintly. Everyone turned to her, it looked like she clearly hasn't taken the new very well. "ETA is in less than two minutes, now hurry." A group of doctors were running to get to the roof. Meredith just stood there, frozen. She couldn't believe it, this seemed so unreal.

"Derek." She said his name again.

"I need to be with him. He needs to feel my presence." Meredith breathed in and out, Amelia held her back. "You're just going to be in the way of his care. You don't want that, do you?" Meredith shook her head. "But he didn't know and he doesn't know now." "What?" Amelia asked confused she had no idea, what Meredith was talking about.

"I need him to know that I'll always love him, what if it's too late and I never got to tell him this?" Meredith was freaking out now.

"His pulse is up 194 and still going up, he's tachycardic. Damn it." One paramedic called out as they just went up.

Derek was drifting in and and out of conciousness at that point, vaguely he could make out the voices from around him. Everything was a blur.

He felt his racing and he knew he wouldn't stay awake for long.

They've been in the air for only ten minutes and they've got still twenty minutes to Grey Sloan Memorial then, his oxygen saturation dropped below eighty. "Pulse ox is dropping."

"Why does he keep going into arrhythmias?" He then asked himself after he has stabilized the patient as he continuously monitored his saturation, blood pressure (that was more on the low side than at a point where it could be considered as stable) and his other vital signs.

Then they were descending. Just then, he started going into v-fib again.

"He's in fib. Paddles."

After he pressed them onto the patient's chest, he yelled: "Clear."

The shrill beeping of the machines could be heard, also the roaring of the engines of the helicopter.

Derek's body jerked up and fell back on the gurney. The paramedic looked over to the cardiac monitor. After the second round, there was a reaction. His heart was coming back, they could hear the faint but regular beeping of the cardiac monitor. Derek Shepherd was going back into Sinusbrady. "We got him back." One paramedic said in relief.

Then he turned around, calling over to the pilot while the other paramedic was constantly checking his vital functions.

"How many minutes until we reach Grey Sloan? He's barely hanging on now. Is there any chance we could fast-track this?"

"We're two minutes out." He got the answer over the headphones.

After they got his rhythm back, they have almost reached Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, the trauma team already waiting for them on the helipad. "Get ready for landing." The pilot warned before starting to descend.

Dr. April Kepner waited along with Dr. Bailey and a few other surgeons for the landing of the helicopter that was bringing in Derek Shepherd, neurosurgeon at former Seattle Grace Mercy West, now Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. "Okay, they're landing. We need to as fast as effective."

"We're going to descent. Please fasten your seat belts." The drone of outside noise grew louder.

The MedEvac landed with rotating propellers on the helipad. Once the rotors were fairly stopping to rotate, a His injuries were severe. Dr. Hunt, Dr. Bailey and the other doctors ran quickly toward the Medevac. "What do we have?" Asked Dr. Miranda Bailey and glanced at the portable heart monitor monitor which recorded the heartbeat. "What do we have?" The first paramedic jumped out and pulled out the gurney.

With Derek lying on it.

"Dr. Shepherd, severe injuries resulting from car crash, suspected chest and abdominal injuries and a head lac. BP's tanking and low."

"Okay, you've heard it all people. He's in bad shape so let's move it." April has taken over commands.

It's a beautiful day to save lives.

/I know you're not dead. Know how I know? 'Cause I can feel your pulse, which means your heart is beating. Your heart is beating, which means you're not dead, okay? Hey. Eyes on me. You stay not dead, okay? It's a beautiful day to save lives, right? So you stay not dead./ Winnie

A/N: As for Derek's death, I am shocked, being McDevasted, I haven't seen this coming. Shonda actually killed McDreamy. Why? And why brain death? The neurosurgeon that suffered brain death, I mean that just sounds ironic. Poor Meredith and the kids, they will never meet their daddy. I see parallels between Derek's and Amy's childhood (although he wasn't killed by gun). In addition, I think the paramedics brought him to the wrong hospital. I mean there is a rule for multiple traumas such as Derek: Get the right patient to the right hospital in the right time.

That's what they say in medical books about surgery (that's where I read, at least and they didn't follow that rule.) They should have brought him to GSMH. I mean, they had the time, as he said himself, he was stable. In my mind, Derek's still alive and he and Mer are living happily ever after. But that's just my imagination - the reality is that he's dead. Unfortunately.

Also, keep in mind that I'm not intend on letting him die in this story. MerDer deserves a happy ending. And they will get it.

In this story, they will.

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