Authors Note: I'm really truly sorry that this chapter is a little late and short again. I lost my notebook (yes I still write my thoughts down on actual paper) and therefore everything I had written down for this chapter was gone and I also went to Sweden today and we left before four in the morning so I was busy packing and doing other stuff all day yesterday.

Disclaimer: For some odd reason I still don't own any part of Grey's Anatomy nor any of their characters…

I've decided to accept my situation and start to live my life again because it is like Jim Rohn ones said: "Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it is something you design for the present." After people lose things they often get lost in their grieve which is kind of stupid when you think about it. Traumatic incidences should show you that life is short and you should enjoy every bit of it. But instead they waste even more time. Because they are scared to accept it.

-Meredith Grey

"Good evening Dr. Shepherd," Dr. Anderson greeted Derek.

"Good evening Dr. Anderson, How did it go?" he asked.

"We are progressing well," the physical therapist replied before turning back to his patient. "Bye Meredith, good work today, I'll see you tomorrow," said he starting to leave.

"Derek it's been eight months, this doesn't work it only hurts. Please let me just stop I've put up with it, I'll never walk again it's fine." Meredith said honestly after Dr. Anderson was gone. She had just finished another very painful session of physical therapy and although she was kind of enthusiastic at the beginning that slowly wore off until she finally gave up. She didn't like the idea of not being able to operate again but she was starting to accept it.

Derek had seen this coming he had begged her to get new scans done but she refused. 'Her usual stubbornness,' he thought. But he found it to be cute in some way. Derek still thought that Meredith would heal but he saw that even if she wouldn't she could be fine. She had started to go to support groups and even if she didn't want him to know they basically owned the hospital so it was only a matter of time until he found out. He hadn't told her he knew about it but he saw that it made her happier.

"Let's just go home we can talk about this tomorrow," said he as he started pushing her wheelchair out of the room.

On their way home Meredith asked: "What did you do all day?"

"Just some usual work," Derek answered not wanting to up sad her with the fact that he had been doing surgery all day.

"Oh come on Derek, tell me what you did exactly. I might not be able to operate myself right now but I'm still a surgeon you know. I'm starving to at least be in an OR audibly," said Meredith knowing there was more to his story.

"Okay this was really cool, the patient presented with…" He started excitedly.

Meredith was the happiest she had been in months and although it was not much Derek was starting to see her as the person she was before the accident again.

"So you talked to Christina?" Derek asked.

"Yes, she has just finished another trial, I think she is really happy over there," Meredith replied with a smile which dropped only second later when Derek continued, "And you still haven't told her yet?"

"No, and I won't it would probably only force her to go onto a tiny plane which could crash and that wouldn't be good for any of us now would it?" Meredith asked, "Besides you're the one who always says that everything is going to be okay."

"But you and Christina used to talk, you even told her about your pregnancy before you told me," Derek said.

"That didn't even matter the baby died anyways," Meredith replied.

"Let's talk about something else, what do you want for dinner?" Derek asked.

"I'll cook," Meredith stated.

"Are you sure that's a good idea, I mean we both know how that ended last time…" He responded referring to the day when Meredith tried to make breakfast for Lexi.

"I know how to cook I had a lot of free time lately, so could you please just hand me the cooking pot," asked Meredith with a little bit of an annoyed gaze.

"But you know that warming up leftovers is not cooking," Derek said using his chance to tease her just a little bit more.

"I do so just give me that freaking pot," Meredith answered.

Derek looked at her chuckling while starting to pull out the cooking pot out of their messy cupboard. That was when all their stuff suddenly flew out of it and crashed onto Meredith's lab.

"Aw shit!" She exclaimed.

"I'm so sorry are you okay Mer?" Derek asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, could you just help me get these off of my legs?" Meredith questioned.

"Sure," said Derek looking a little guilty until realization suddenly hit him and he asked with hope coming up in his voice: "Wait did you feel that?"

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