Author: The first of a few Mer/Der drabbles I think I will throw out to you guys. This is more of Meredith though, to be honest. Sorry it's so late, even though it's still today. I worked hard and then napped hard and then went to church, and now I am here typing this very long, rambly A/N. Don'tcha just love me? I have the next two or three of these already typed up, but throw me some of your ideas. Always happy to oblige the fans.
In The Hour of Trial
Waiting is always the hard part. Meredith came to this realization while she stood in the middle of all the burning candles, freezing. It had been an hour since he left, and already she wanted to run. This was her trial, though. She had changed. This, standing in the middle of a house of candles in the freezing cold air, was her changing.
The slamming of a car door brought her back to reality. She paused, standing stock still as she waited, listening for anything. Was is Derek? A smile spread across her frozen face as she recognized the hair and the face that was coming into view.
Her hour of trial was over. Theirs had just begun.