Sorry it took so long to update! I've had computer problems and some writers block. Well here goes! I'll start writing and see how it goes.

Meredith's POV:

As I woke up, a smile spread across my face as I felt Derek's arms around me. I started to stand as I slid out from under his arms. As soon as I shifted him, Derek stirred and his eyes fluttered. He always was a light sleeper. It always amazed me how even after he'd been sleeping for hours, his hair always was in the right place. I laughed at the thought as he began to become more aware of his surroundings. The happy feeling didn't last long, sadly, as thoughts of what had happened flooded my head.

"Meredith?" he asked groggily.

"Derek..." I answered, barely audible.

He looked at me and I could see the exact moment he had the same realization as I did when I first woke. He started to remember that things had been said yesterday.

Guilt flooded his face as his sad eyes peered up at me. "Meredith, I didn't-"

"Derek please don't. You said things that were aimed to hurt me and you did just that. Okay? You won, you defeated me. Accept your win and move on. Go to DC for all I care."

Deep down I really didn't want him to go, but I also knew that I was hurt. The man I loved had said things that he knew would hurt me the worst. I needed to clear my head.

"Meredith, I didn't mean what I said, it was the heat of the moment. You need to trust me. I know over the years I haven't given you very many reasons to trust me and God knows I'll be making that up to you for the rest of my life. Mer, I love you."

"Derek you said that because you have to be the winner. Your ego is so big that you don't have time for anyone else. You are possibly the most selfish person I know. God Derek, you're so caught up in your own problems, and the president, and fancy neuro surgeries, have you even noticed how miserable I am in general? Neuro was where I was happy, but I gave that up for us because again, you and your ego decided that you're always right and I was always wrong. How do you not see that?"

"You want to come back to neuro?" His face was a mixture of happiness and surprise. Everything else that had been said seemed irrelevant to him at that moment.

"Seriously, Derek? That's beside the point right now. That's a whole other story. Can you focus on the point for one second? I mean wow, for a brain surgeon, you can be extremely stupid." With that I grabbed my stuff and walked out the door. The constant fighting was just too much.

I didn't know where I was headed. All I knew was that I was leaving.

I decided not to change into my street clothes. I figured that the longer I took, the more likely it was that someone would come up to me and ask me a dumb question about my marriage or beg me to do a last minute consult. I threw on my zip up and ran out to my car.

It was raining as usual. When wasn't it raining in Seattle?

As I was driving down the road, my thoughts were clouded. In the backseat my phone started to ring. Damn it. I couldn't reach it. I checked the road ahead of me and saw that it was clear so I unbuckled my seat belt and grabbed my purse.

It was Christina. Apparently she had met some guy over the weekend. Typical of her. She was so hung up on Owen but she kept trying to move on.

I started to type my reply but I was suddenly cut off mid sentence.

Suddenly all I knew was there were bright lights and the sound of crunching metal.

Derek's POV:

I knew that everything Meredith had said was true. God, how had I dug myself into a hole this deep? I didn't want this marriage to end up like my last one. I actually wanted to be in this marriage. She was the love of my life: you don't just let the love of your life walk away. Not without a fight.

As I stood up and collected my belongings, I thought of the night we had just spent together. It was the first time in a while that I had actually held her that close. We still slept in the same bed, just as far away from each other as possible. If I would try to move closer, she would tense up and turn away. I didn't want to also be the cause she wasn't getting sleep so I gave up. Little did she know, I barely got any sleep knowing that she was turning me away. It killed me every night. It's crazy how you can grow so attached to another human being as if they were connected to you and when they're away from you it seems like you're being physically yanked away. It feels strange to me to think that I ever lived without her. Now I realize what it's like to be so far away from her now.

I decided to let things calm down. Going to talk to her now would only make things worse. It's like in surgery. The whole point of surgery is to fix the damage done internally, and at the end the cut to get inside is sewn back up. However, if the patient rushes recovery and tries to do too much physical activity, the stitches can tear, causing even more damage.

Time. Meredith needed time. I'd talk to her later that night.

Owen's POV:

"What do we got?" I yelled as they wheeled in a patient off the ambulance. It was a busy day in the ER of course. All of the best attendings were just about to head home. Hopefully I could snag them before they left.

Almost robotically, the paramedic rambled off the patients information. "Jane Doe, unrestrained driver in a semi vs car accident. She flew threw the windshield. Tachycardic and hypotensive. Injuries to the head and abdomen."

"Okay, let's get her to Trauma 1. Page Bailey and Shepherd!"

As I began to tend to this poor woman's injuries, I noticed something. The patient was wearing navy blue scrubs underneath a zip up hoodie. They were Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital scrubs. Quickly, I checked her face, but there was too much blood to recognize a face. I began frantically checking for an ID.

Shock suddenly surged through me "Change of plans. Someone keep Derek Shepherd outside of this room!" I yelled as I finally found the ID card. "And page Dr. Nelson STAT!"

It was Meredith Grey.

Derek's POV:

Beep Beep Beep

Of course my pager would be going off as soon as I was about to leave. Typical. I put my scrubs and coat on quickly as I made my way down to the ER.

Just as I was about to enter the trauma room, I was stopped by Richard.

"Webber, is there something you need? I have to get to this emergency."

"Derek, you can't go in there." Webber said, panic written all over his face.

Confusion set in, "Uh, I was paged here, of course I can." Something was up.

Webber gave me a look and pulled me aside as he cleared his throat. I could see grief and shock as he searched for his words.

"Derek, Meredith was in an accident. She was hit by a truck that ran a stop sign. Owen is working on her now."

Everything I knew had just been shattered. The love of my life could be dying right now. "What? No no no... she can't... Richard I did this... she left... oh god. She can't die. I need to- to fix this."

"Derek you can't go in there. You know the protocol. It's there for a reason. Slow down." He brought me over to a chair. "Sit down and breathe Derek."

I refused to sit. "I need to- I have to go in there. She could have a brain injury. Richard I need to help her.."

"Shepherd!" he yelled. All the calmness in his voice had vanished. "You can't help her now. Your mind isn't in the right place. We've paged Nelson."

I finally sat down in defeat as my head dropped to my hands. I thought about the past two days events over and over again for what seemed like hours. Only minutes had gone by. She could die. She could actually stop breathing. This had happened before but we were fortunate enough to get her back. What if this time was different?

What if I never got to make it up to her?

PLOT TWIST! Trust me, this story will get happier soon. I just kinda wanted to throw in some action and make the story longer. Also I think that we don't get to see Derek's thoughts about Mer in certain situations. Anyway, stay tuned for another chapter coming soon!

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