Author's Note: Thank you all for your suggestions! They actually made me a little more inspired for the next chapters. Though I'm still kind of uninspired these days, which is why some chapters are so short (including this one). But hopefully it will get better :)

Anyway, don't forget to review, and keep sending suggestions if you want to, maybe they will help this story to last a little longer than originally planned.

Also, I decided to rename the chapters with the title of songs that somehow remind me of them, or inspired me to write them, so tell me what you think of the choices!

New York, 1993

It all happened so fast that her brain couldn't really process anything until she feels the impact and then there are pieces of glass everywhere and there's something warm on her forehead.

"Addison!", someone screams her name, getting her out of her shock.

"Derek!", she screams back.

"Are you okay?", he asks, alarmed.

An accident, her brain finally process. We're in the middle of a car accident.

She analyzes herself. Apart from the pain in her forehead, she feels fine. "I- I think so", she stutters. "Are you?"

"Yeah- I think so too".

A woman passing by offered to call an ambulance, and he reaches out for her hand while they wait. "We're going to be okay", she reassures him, interlacing their fingers.

"You're bleeding", he notices, still agitated.

That explains the pain in her forehead. "I know. It's probably nothing. We're okay" , she repeats. "Take a deep breath", she's not sure if she's saying that to him or to herself.

Derek takes a deep breath, wincing immediately, which makes her panic a little. "Dammit, I think I broke a rib".

They are separated at the hospital, going through a bunch of exams. She was right: she had a cut in her forehead and a couple more less deep cuts in her arms and legs, but other than that she was fine.

Derek, on the other hand, does have a broken rib, but apparently he convinced the nurses to let him see her before they took him back to his room.

"You sure you're okay?", he rubs her cheek.

"Yeah, just a few cuts. What about you?"

"Broken rib. But I'm fine. We're fine", he smiles relieved, wrapping his arms around her.

"We are", she smiles too and holds him tighter.

"Ouch", he complains. "Broken rib, remember?"

"Sorry", she places her arms around his neck instead, pulling away after a few seconds. "Do you know what exactly caused the accident?"

"We got hit by some drunk teenager", he rolls his eyes. "The nurses told me he is fine too".

"You know, I'm actually pissed because I had a really cool surgery scheduled for today", she jokes.

He laughs, but then raises his eyebrows. "Are you kidding me? I'm going to need rest for six weeks. Which means Dr. Webber is pissed too, by the way. I heard him yelling at someone that his two favorite residents almost died today, and one of them won't be operating for weeks".

"Six weeks? Does that mean I get to take care of you?", she smirks.

"I guess so", he smirks back.

Seattle, 2005

Of course he had to play the hero. A freaking bomb could blow up any second but her stubborn husband wouldn't leave the O.R.

Well, of course he couldn't abandon an open patient on the table. No doubt she would have done the same if she was the one operating in there; actually, she is afraid that's what she will have to do, ask Richard for an O.R. soon because Bailey is refusing to push her baby out. She knows that's the right thing to do, she knows the patient's life comes first, but for an unreasonable moment, when she found out Derek's life was in danger, she felt ice running through her veins and she selfishly wished that he would just run away to somewhere safe.

He couldn't die. She didn't know what she would do if he died. She couldn't bear that thought. Him being miles away from her in Seattle while she was in New York, she had been able to deal with that. But being dead? No way. It also wouldn't be fair if he died before they could work things out. It wouldn't be fair if the universe gave up on them before they gave up on them. She took a deep breath then, trying to stay calm. Everything is going to be okay, she told herself. He is not going to die, and Bailey's husband is not going to die, and Bailey is going to have this baby today, and everything is going to be okay.

She needs to stay calm, for Bailey. She's trying. But talk about being calm when someone you love might disintegrate any second.

"Where is she?", he asks desperately, almost demanding.

"She's right here", Richard answers and then Addison is there, throwing her arms around him, relieved.

He can't do anything but hold her too, even though she wasn't the one he was worried about. He knows he should feel bad for thinking about Meredith first, but he can't. After all, Meredith was the one with the bomb in her hand. Meredith was the one who could die immediately. Of course he would think about her first, and it doesn't mean he doesn't love Addison too. Right?

Note: Since I'm following the events of the show, I realized it's kind of impossible not to hint MerDer now, sorry if you guys don't ship it. I'll try not to write much about it while still doing justice to the show.