Title: The Best Laid Plans

Authors: Sara and Lizzie

Rating: T for violence, language, maybe sex

Disclaimer: Obviously the show does not belong to two college girls.

Summary: An OR gets taken hostage by a love struck woman whose fiancé is dying. Meredith gets caught in the cross fire and no one is safe. But, it's all in the name of love, right?

Author's Note: Yea, it's a cliché, but we're obsessed and back to writing game, so feed our egos and review. Updates have been lax since we both began college, but we couldn't stay away for long. Please review. It's our heroin.

Good God, people. Death threats?? That's really not necessary. As if heart and lung damage and a coma could kill Dr. McDreamy. Relax and stop trying to kill us via internet.

We have A LOT of other fics to update, but given the reaction to last chapter, we'd like to keep our lives. It's short, but at least unruly readers will spare our lives. We hope.

As always, we love you guys.

Meredith jolted upright in her bed. She was gasping and shaking, but a quick glance at the clock told her it was only 2:39 in the morning. She threw the covers off and jumped out of bed, pulling on the first clothes she could find.

Seconds later she was flying down the stairs. Izzie stumbled into the hallway. "Meredith?" she called. "What are you doing?"

"Derek. I had a dream. And in my dream, he died, and now I have to see him."

"Mer, it's 2:30 in the morning. Just wait until morning when you're more, you know…" The front door slammed as she trailed off.

Meredith was flying through Seattle. 50, 60, 70. She kept her foot on the gas until the speedometer hit 90. Before she had time to tell herself that flying around corners was not a good idea, she was at the hospital.

She parked her car as close as she could, slammed the door and ran like hell. She ran up four flights of stairs and down the hall to Derek's room. She grabbed his chart from his door, before bursting in.

Mercifully, the room was empty. No doctors, no nurses, no Addison. She sank into the bedside chair and flipped open the chart. Nothing had changed in the last few hours. Nothing had gone wrong since she had been here last.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and then focused back on Derek. Suddenly, his monitor beeped, and he moved slightly. She heard something like a muffled cough, and all at once, the chief's words came rushing back to her.

"I know it's only a matter of time until he's coughing up that respirator."

That time was now. Meredith got to work, removing the breathing tube, and adjusting IV's. She watched his vitals monitor and his blood pressure stabilized.

She waited and his eyes started blinking open. "Meredith." He said, sitting up slowly.

"Oh, thank God." She said, blinking through the tears that were sliding down her cheeks. "Thank God."

He started sitting up, and she helped him. "Take it easy, Derek. Slow down."

"Thank you." She said, when he was sitting up, and she had gotten him some water.

"Meredith, what I said to you…"

She smiled sadly. "Derek, you don't have to…"

"I meant it. I love you, and I-"

A nurse walked in the room, and practically fell over when she saw Derek sitting up and speaking. Meredith smiled. "Could you page Dr. Webber?" she asked. She threw a sidelong glance at Derek.

"And page Addison Shepherd, please." She said.

She smiled at Derek and grabbed his hand. "We don't have a lot of time. God, Derek, I was so, I was terrified. I can't believe that you would do that for me, and I'm so grateful."

"I love you." He said, smiling.

"I love you too." She whispered, before she checked herself. Se closed her eyes. "God, Derek, I do love you." She said. "But there's Addison, there's… well, you're married, that's about it."

"Give me time." He said. "A day or two. A week tops."

She wanted to snap at him. Ask him then what, then what would happen? But she couldn't. So she leaned down and kissed him on the forehead, and then his lips. He kissed her back, and before it could progress any further, she heard heels clacking down the hall.

She immediately settled back into the chair, but she beaming. And so was Derek.

Addison burst into the room. "Derek, you're awake." Her eyes settled on Meredith. "Dr. Grey, I need to be alone with my husband."

"Addison…"Derek said in a low tone.

"Please." Meredith whispered.

Addison shook her head. "Dr. Grey, just go, okay." Meredith sighed. Her voice was rising and Derek had just woken up from a freaking coma, and didn't need stress.

"Addison, I want her here." Derek said.

Meredith shook her head. "I'm gone." She smiled at Derek, and shivered as he gave her their look. "Derek…" she started. "Dr. Shepherd. I'm so happy that you're awake. I'll see you in a day or two."

Derek smiled. "A week tops." He said.

"A week tops." She confirmed, leaving the room.