Meredith rolled over in bed and opened her eyes. She watched Derek sleep, his bare skin moving with each deep breath. And he thinks I snore. His breathing sounds like a bear. She smiled to herself and curled up closer to him. She didn't plan on going back to sleep right then, but was enjoying such a peaceful moment instead. Outside, the sun was shining slightly, trying to burn off the morning haze. It was going to turn out to be one of those rare, beautiful days in Seattle. A day without rain. Meredith sighed contentedly and buried her face in Derek's neck. I wonder how things are going for Addison and Alex…

"Morning," Derek said, stifling a yawn after waking to find Meredith staring at him. "Do I snore now?"

"No. I was just watching you sleep. Look, it's going to be a beautiful day," she pointed to the half open window of the trailer's bedroom.

"Let's go fishing."

"Fishing?"

"Yes, it's going to be a beautiful day and neither of us have to work."

"Okay! Let's go fishing!" she sat up in bed and stretched.

They got out of bed and began getting things together for their fishing trip. Derek went to get his fishing equipment packed into his truck while Meredith packed some food into a picnic basket. Derek dressed in a white t-shirt, red flannel shirt, and old jeans. Meredith wore a Dartmouth t-shirt with jean Capri pants and black Converse sneakers. When Derek put his fishing hat on, Meredith gazed at it longingly.

"Here," Derek produced a box from the back of his truck and traded Meredith the picnic basket she was holding for the box.

"What's this?"

"Open it."

She pulled the lid off the box, revealing a hunter green fisherman's hat. When she realized what she was holding, she dropped the box and squealed.

"Oh, thank-you!"

"It's not much, but you need a fishing hat, too."

"I love it!"

"Good. What did you pack us for lunch?"

"Peanut butter and honey sandwiches, bananas, chips, and sodas. I also packed a lot of water and a bag of gummy worms."

"Gummy worms?"

"Yes. If we're going to fish with real worms, then I get to eat candy worms."

"Fair deal. You are going to bait your own hook, this time, right?"

"Umm…"

"Meredith! You can operate on a brain and poke around a person's insides. Why can't you touch a worm?"

"The people in the OR don't wiggle," she answered matter-of-factly.

"You win."

They drove toward the lake where Derek liked to fish, stopping for bait on the way. After they had settled in at Derek's favorite fishing spot, Meredith kicked off her shoes and stretched out on the grass.

"You better put this on," Derek held out a bottle of sunscreen.

"Yeah," she replied, taking the bottle.

She covered herself with the sunscreen, then they sat quietly, waiting for the fish to bite at their lines. Meredith was in the middle of a good daydream when Derek nudged her out of her thoughts. He pointed to her line, which was bobbling in the water. She grabbed her pole from where it was propped up and began to reel in her catch.

"Help me! It's big!" she cried, tugging on the pole.

"It is! It's a big bass," Derek exclaimed as he put his hands over Meredith's to help her reel in the fish.

Finally, they pulled the fish from the water. It was one of the biggest Derek had seen at his lucky spot. He pulled out his camera to take a picture of Meredith with her big fish. Click. Then, he took the fish from her to unhook it.

"This thing must weigh ten or eleven pounds. Excellent catch, Baby."

"Can we eat now?"

"Don't tell me you're finished now that you have a fish. I haven't caught one yet."

"I'm not finished. I'm just hungry," she began pulling lunch from the picnic basket, while Derek continued to fish.

It will only hurt for a second. Just one quick second and then it'll be over. She took a deep breath as she brought the sharp, shiny blade closer to the skin. Just one second. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her head ached. She felt a bit dizzy, kind of like she was going to throw-up. One small tear ran down her cheek. You can do it. This time, she did. At first, it hurt. It was a burning sensation, almost like her arm was resting on a hot stove top. Then, it was cool. Her finger tips felt almost cold until the hot blood reached them, burning, almost boiling. She sank into the floor and leaned her head against the cabinet door. Everything went black.

"Meredith? You've been staring out at the lake for almost fifteen minutes. Are you okay?" Derek's voice gave the impression that he'd been trying to talk to her for a while now.

"Hmm?" she shook herself out of a daydream.

"What are you thinking about? You've been staring for a long time."

"I need to make a phone call. I'll be right back."

"Okay," he sounded a little worried and looked very confused.

Meredith hopped up from her spot on the bank, a dark feeling in the back of her mind. When her cell phone gave no sign of giving her any signal, she swore. Looking back, she saw Derek watching her, confused. She tried to wave him back to his fishing pole, but he continued to watch.

"I'll be right back. I need to go check on a patient," she lied.

"Call Cristina or someone. This was supposed to be a day without the hospital."

"I won't be long. I just need to run to the hospital. I'll come right back."

I hope.

AN: Don't hate me for doing that. Sorry this is a little short. I had more, but it works better split into two chapters.