So I'm back. I am hoping to get a lot more done of each story before the end of January because that is when I go back to school and have no idea when I'll be able to update. I've been thinking that maybe Fridays will be the scheduled day to update? Not sure yet.
I've just had dental surgery done, so I'm writing in hopes to ignore the lingering pain.
Thank you for the reviews :)
A month had passed since Meredith had up and left Seattle. No one has heard from her, not even Alex. Sure, they knew she had to be tired of their many failed attempts at contacting her, but they had hoped her annoyance with them would cause her to pick up the phone, or answer one text message, or even email back.
They were going crazy with worry, and not just her friends and sister, but Derek too. He so badly wanted to call Meredith, but he knew that would only freak her out because she thought he was dead. Hell, it freaked everyone else out.
It was dark, and he was tired. He hadn't realized it had been a week and a half since that semi hit his car. He knew Meredith must have been going crazy with worry over him. His only problem was that he had no idea where he was. All he could remember was the events before the accident.
There was traffic, so he took a short cut he had discovered.
Some kid had gone flying past him causing the first accident of the day.
He got out of his car to first help the victims of the crash, Winnie and her mother, before moving onto the car that had started the accident. The passenger seemed worse because you could literally see her intestines.
Once those involved in the accident were loaded up on the ambulance, Derek went back to his car hoping he would make his flight. But that's when things go worse.
He saw the semi coming and scrambled to get out of his car. Unfortunately, he hadn't quite made it and was still stuck in the car when the truck made impact. To his luck though, he was still conscious enough after his 'bump' on the head to get out of the car and check on the driver. He, Derek knew, was a goner. The truck had't started smoking, so he left to get help.
That is where Derek Shepherd went wrong. He had made it a few miles before the adrenaline wore off and his injuries started to catch up to him. And he just collapsed.
The hospital called him John Doe because he had no identification and how were they to know that his car was the one struck by the semi when he was miles away from the scene? So rather then call his family or next of kin, they only hoped he woke up, and woke up with memories so a name could replace John Doe and they could help the man get back home.
That's exactly what they did, and Derek would forever be grateful. He had ended up at Dillard Medical Center, where he was taken when a driver pulled over and called for help when they saw an unconscious body laying on the ground.
He was unconscious for most of his stay at the hospital, but when he came around, he started to ask for Meredith. A redhead, Doctor Blake, had informed him of his injuries, one being a severe concussion. Luckily there was no brain damage, so Derek could continue on as a world renowned neurosurgeon if he wished. Doctor Blake had helped Derek reach someone that he knew. Meredith wasn't answering her phone, Amelia wasn't answering her phone, no one was answering the phone until he called the number of Chief Webber. His old mentor had come through and came and brought Derek home. He hadn't told Derek about Meredith, and Derek didn't ask. He wanted to surprise her and he knew that Richard would have told everyone that he was fine before Derek had the chance to see his wife.
But he never got to see her. He did, however, give his sister the surprise of her life.
He realized after Richard had drove off that he didn't have his keys. No keys meant he wouldn't get into his house. He saw Meredith's car, so he assumed she was home and would be pleased to see him.
Not thinking twice, Derek knocked on the door. When the door opened, it revealed his sister who wore the face of a shocked women that thought her brother was dead. "I forgot my keys," Derek said sheepishly with a grin on his face.
Amelia had punched him in the chest with has much force as possible, releasing all the pain she felt. The pain that was caused by losing the only family she had left all in the same week. When she grew tired of hitting her brother, she hugged him so tight Derek wasn't sure if she would break him or not.
Then he asked the question that Amelia had regretfully answered.
"So where's Meredith? And the kids. No one would answer their phone."
Amelia's look of shock changed to one of sorrow. "She's gone. After a week of not hearing from you, she just left. We don't know where the hell she went or if she's okay or anything. The only thing she left was a note that said she was safe, not to worry or something like that. Derek, none of us has heard a word from her. Not even a text or email. We all thought you were dead. So after the, now fake, funeral, she was gone."
That was probably the worst day Derek Shepherd had ever lived through. His mission now was to find his family. Except Meredith was off the radar. No where to be found. Alex had called every hospital in the Boston area and not one trace of Meredith Grey came up, the great Ellis Grey did though. Everyone was growing frustrated of not knowing where she was or if she was okay. All they wanted to know was that she and the kids were alive and well. Derek had resorted to calling smaller hospitals that surrounded the Boston area because he knew that if Meredith didn't want to be found, she wouldn't had gone to a major hospital, or a hospital—small or big—in such a large city.
But still, after a month of searching, they kept coming up short. So short that not even a private investigator had been able to find anything. Her credit cards and bank account had remained silent, not one use had come up since the night of her disappearance. But that only worried Derek further. If she hadn't been using any money of hers, how was she and the kids living? Or even eating?