Hi, so sorry. I know, I am awful at this regular updating thing but I was on a vacation. Gone to Goa actually. Lots of beaches and lots of seafood. But I am back with new inspiration. On with the chapter… .

2 weeks. It had been 2 weeks since Meredith was released from the hospital and she completely cut off connection from the real world. When she was released from the hospital, the first day, she just went into the room and locked herself. She refused to do anything human like talk, or eat or sleep. Even Derek was giving her time and not interrupting. She had not gone for the therapy sessions that she had been scheduled to go to. That had pissed off Emma. But Meredith didn't care because all she wanted was to know what was Phil talking about. He was talking as if he knew her from before. And she wanted to know what was happening.

Meredith could not find a trace of him and it was really difficult for her to find her yearbook. She completely didn't know where her yearbooks were , not that it would help her at all. Saying that she was depressed would be an understatement. Though she had told Derek about all that had happened, she still didn't want to talk about it, not yet, at least. For now, she was just gonna stay in her room, trying to forget that the cruel world existed even if for just a second.

Derek had convinced himself that Meredith needed space, she needed her time and he would let her have her space. Even though all that has been going on for the past month was really just getting to him. He tried to keep the situation in control. He was just in the hospital...saving lives, doing what he does. All of it did seem a little dull without Meredith. He really was missing how it felt to be happy with her. And right now…. a woman with dark hair was approaching him.

As she approached him, she started talking in a texan accent "You're Derek Shepard, right ?" she said, without even telling him who she was "Your wife, Meredith, she isn't coming to her sessions.". Who is this woman? thought Derek. "Ummm, can I know who you are ?" . The woman appeared hurt at this statement and lashed back at him "I am a therapist. Actually, I was gonna be your wife's therapist but she never came. If she doesn't come, she will never ever get cleared for surgery. I am telling you that.". This woman whoever she was , was annoying him, and he was late for surgery. "I am a busy man." said Derek, looking at his watch. Derek didn't mean for it to be offensive but the woman appeared to be deeply hurt. "And you think I am not? I am a very busy therapist." said Emma.

Derek looked again at his watch nervously. He had to save lives, he had no time for idle chitchat with this woman who desperately wanted to help Meredith for whatever reason. He wanted to help her too, but he was just keeping his distance. He was doing the right thing is what he thought but shouldn't he help her solve things with this stalker ? Getting shot was major physical and mental trauma and it had affected Meredith. So should he, invade her space because even though she said she is okay she was not. She had gotten rid of her phone as soon as she came home. She threw it on the road , moments after which it was run over by a car and gone forever. That meant she was not getting texts anymore but she was still afraid that he may come back. And the police, they could not find anything on anyone named Phil Morgan, so either it was a fake alias or shooting the woman that he was stalking was the first crime he ever committed. Fake social security number. Fake address. The guy was a ghost. And there was nothing that the police had found. "It is very rude to daydream while talking to a woman."

Derek heard a voice as he clicked back to the world. He looked at his watch and thought I have to save lives. I don't have time to zone off. The woman, Emma, as she kept saying still was there. "Look, I am late. I have to go." Derek went away to the OR as Emma stood there , her hands crossed and she was unclear as to what to do next.

Meredith was sitting in the room, fed up with life, fed up with everything. She was paranoid, and anxious. She kept looking out of the window as if she was expecting Phil to pop out of somewhere. She was sitting in the dark thinking of nothing in particular.

Outside the window, it was getting dark which meant Derek was coming home soon. He used to went his way and he let Meredith sit in the dark like this. She had been doing this for 2 weeks. Derek had been non-interfering and giving her the space she needed. And even though it was really thoughtful, she thought that she was gonna be here forever. Depressed, alone and in the dark.

Derek pulled into the driveway. It was dark. It had been so for weeks now. He used his key and opened the door. The surgery had not gone fine and the patient had bled out on the table. He walked in the house as he took off his coat and placed it on the table. It had been 2 weeks and Meredith hadn't opened the door, locked herself out of the world. He walked towards her room and knocked on it. "Meredith, I need to talk to you.".

Meredith heard Derek's voice and went closer to the door. As she leaned on the door and the cold metal pressed against her skin. And she felt better to hear Derek's voice. All of her emotions came flooding back to her as tears rolled down her cheeks. She slid down the door as she was sitting on the floor against the door. "I know things have been tough for the past month, Meredith but that does not mean you cannot let me in. Do you remember the post it, Meredith. What we wrote ? What we promised ? That we won't run away. Don't run away, Meredith. Just let me in."

There was a long pause. Derek was ready to give up but then he heard a clink of a lock. With a Creek, the door opened and he could see Meredith's pale form. She was pale, slender and tears running down her face. She didn't say anything , just looked at him. There was a moment of silence and then Meredith ran into his arms and let her herself go.

Phil could see it. See it all. Meredith thought that he was gone but he was just waiting. Waiting for the moment to take her with him. He had not intended to shoot her but that happened in the spur of the moment. But now, everything would be proper and planned and in the end, everything would be perfect and she would be his. Right now, he would just watch from outside the window. Right now , Meredith and Derek could have their little moment of joy because later, their little world would be destroyed.

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Love, Allison