Disclaimer: If i owned greys derek would be getting down and dirty with meredith instead of flirting with her skanky sister, but obviously i dont own it... lol sry still a little bitter from finale:P:P
A/N: hey guys, i've posted this fic on the other board and decided to post it hee as well. if u want updates...REVEIW!!! lol hope u like it adn give comments, im open to critism.
A searing pain tore through Derek's head as light pierced his eyelids. He opened his eyes and was shocked to see a roof of branches and leaves above his head. He tried to get up off the ground into a sitting position, but was too dizzy to manage even such a simple task. He started to take inventory of his injuries. He felt blood dripping onto his face from a gash on his forehead and he could already feel a knot on his back starting to bruise. Otherwise, everything was sore, but seemed intact. "Wh…whats going on?" He thought, "what am I doing in a forest?"
Then it all came crashing back to him. The chief telling him that he had to go to Brazil. Addi yelling at him. Getting on the plane. Knowing that the plane was going to crash but being unable to do anything to save Meredith…wait MEREDITH! Where was she?
Panicked and uncaring about his own pain, he jerked up and looked around frantically, trying to get a glimpse of a beautiful blond head. He saw the plane, which looked like someone had decided to put it through a grinder. It looked like it could go up in flames at any second, and if Meredith was trapped in that thing she was probably dead. He was getting hysterical when he finally saw her lying at the base of a tree, her clothes ripped and her beautiful skin covered in cuts and bruises. Standing up seemed to be too difficult at that point so he crawled over to her, dragging himself through the wreckage of the plane, desperate to get to her.
When he finally arrived, he saw that she was injured far worse than him. Her wrist was bent in an unnatural position and it was undoubtedly broken. It seemed as if she had been thrown out of the plane and had slammed into the tree. Horror dawned on him as he thought of his delicate Meredith being slammed into a tree of that size. How in the world could such a little person survive such a huge blow? It seemed impossible.
Tears ran down his face as he prepared himself for the worst. He put a trembling have on her neck to try and feel her pulse. It wasn't there. He moved his hand to another place on her neck as his own heart pounded and his thoughts went crazy. There was only one concrete thought that kept him sane. Meredith cannot die. She cannot die. SHE CANNOT DIE! She's my Meredith.
When he felt no pulse on her neck, he reached for her good hand and held it as if it were made of glass. He looked at the skin, porcelain and flawless. He put two shaky fingers on her wrist to feel. And then he waited…