Hello! Day 16! (it's totally not the end of October XD)

Today's one-shot is based on a request from eli on ao3, and is an AU on 5x01, the episode that most likely scared everyone to death when it aired real-time. It even scared me and I knew Derek died 6 seasons later!

PS, I had a look at Google maps to try and figure out where the old house, dream house and hospital could be, but I have no idea so I'm just making stuff up with the help of a random generator XD.

Anyway, enjoy!

Meredith Grey loved Derek Shepherd. But she was going to freaking kill him the next time she saw him.

Stay here, he had said in his stupid McDreamy voice with his stupid McDreamy face and stupid McDreamy hair as he looked at her through his stupid McDreamy eyes.

Don't move, he had said in his stupid McDreamy voice with his stupid McDreamy face and stupid McDreamy hair as he looked at her through his stupid McDreamy eyes.

Wait for me, he had said in his stupid McDreamy voice with his stupid McDreamy face and stupid McDreamy hair as he looked at her through his stupid McDreamy eyes.

Stupid freaking McDreamy.

"Okay. Derek. This isn't funny anymore. Pick up the freaking phone!" She sighed before placing - or more, slamming - her phone on the table. She'd given up on staying still and waiting for him, and had moved to his trailer to avoid dying of hypothermia on this rather cold night.

He had kissed her when he was still with Rose, what was to stop him from kissing Rose now? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

So. Yet again. Stupid freaking McDreamy.

"One more chance, Derek-" She tapped his name again. "Answer or we're through."

It rang.

And rang.

And rang.

And rang.

And-

"Meredith."

"Derek." She named back instantly, almost interrupting him. Finally. It only took 18 missed calls, and 15 voice messages. "Fancy telling me where the freaking hell you are?"

"Um...Chapman's." He answered after a long second.

"Chapman's?" She repeated. That road was only a few hundred yards away from the edge of his land. Either he hadn't got far, or he was finally on his way back.

"I think."

"What do you mean, you think? Either you're on Chapman's road or you're not, Derek. You've driven on it a hundred times, you know what it is."

"Not on the road."

"You're not on Chapman's road? What road are you on then?"

"Not on a road." He repeated in the same tone.

"You're..." She paused. What? That didn't make any sense at all. "You're not on a road? Where are you if you're not on a road?"

"Chapman's hill."

"Chapman's road is on top of Chapman's hill, Derek. It's the same thing. Unless you're-"

Oh, god.

No.

Please. No.

"Derek-" She breathed, her voice low and airy. "Are you at the bottom of Chapman's hill?"

"I think I broke my arm."

"How about leading with 'You're not allowed to be mad, I've been in a car accident?'" She asked as she stood, grasping her phone and keys on the way out of the trailer. It wasn't a 'yes', but he didn't break his arm any other way driving on a road.

"Mmm. Mighta been a good idea."

"Yes, Derek. I think that might have been a good idea." She agreed, sarcasm in her voice. She started the car, and drove instantly. "Now, talk to me. What's going on? What hurts? Is your breathing okay? Any dizziness, nasua, vomiting? Any blood? Anything numb or tingling? Can you move your toes and fingers? Did the air bag go off?"

"My breathing is a little...stuffy, but other than that, my arm, and my idiocy, I am fine. To my knowledge I've been conscious the whole time, just very...half-asleep-y. It was just that the phone was far away and I only just got the strength to reach for it. Airbag went off, seatbelt was on."

"Derek. Are you sure you're-"

"I'm a neurosurgeon, Mer. I can feel everything, and I don't have any symptoms that are suggesting a TBI." He interrupted. "I am fine. I'm telling you."

"Okay. Derek, I'm almost there, I need to hang up so I can call 911, okay?"

"Okay."

"Promise me you're not going to die."

He smirked. "I promise. Now please call 911. I think I might need just a little help." He joked.

She sighed, mostly at his terrible joke, and ended the call.

She was begging for that to be the right decision.

When Derek had said all he broke was his arm and maybe a few ribs (considering his comment about 'stuffy' breathing), she was expecting a car with few bumps and dents, and most likely some messed up paintwork. She wasn't expecting it necessarily to be fixable, or at least easily fixable, but she wasn't expecting...this. The bonnet was folded, his windshield was smashed, his doors were crushed inwards, and the three out of four wheels were detached from the chassis of the car.

How he was conscious and talking, nevermind breathing, was a mystery to her.

"I'm telling you, the door doesn't open." He said as she tugged at it again.

She sighed. "I need to check you're okay."

"I am okay."

"Stop saying you're okay. You're at the bottom of a freaking hill that you just rolled down in a car that looks like it was run over by a freaking train, and you look horrendous. Stop. Saying. You're. Okay."

"Okay. I'm...in pain, but not too much. And I don't look horrendous, I thought I picked out quite a nice jumper this morning."

"And. Stop. Making. Jokes."

"Fine...maybe." He replied, only for Meredith to slip out of his vision. "What are you doing?"

"Trying the other doors-" She said with a sigh as she grasped the back door handle and tugged as hard as she could.

"They're not going to open. The car is wrecked. I don't really understand how I'm not dead, if I'm honest."

She returned to him, shaking her head. "They're all stuck. Obviously the-"

"What?" He asked when she paused.

"One more door to try." She said as she hurried off.

"What door do you need to-" He paused.

Meredith Grey was insane.

"Perks of-" She started before pausing so she could slip through the gap. "-being petite."

"You just climbed through my trunk." He stated, eyebrows raised. "What the hell."

She smirked as she climbed over his gearstick and handbreak to get into the passenger seat besides him. "I need to check you're okay."

"I'm fine."

"You're not okay." She removed her hand from his forehead and shook off her coat. "You're freezing. You've been sat here for...like an hour."

"But I'm fine. You're the one who needs help. You're the one who just climbed through my trunk."

"And you're the one who got yourself in a car accident. Who is the idiot here?"

"If I say I have a epidural haemotoma, will you shut up to help my thunderclap headache?"

She rolled her eyes, muttering, "Idiot."

Blankets, was apparently his best treatment. Blankets, and a hot chocolate, and a nice cuddle.

His arm wasn't actually broken, just bruised, which meant his slight hypothermia at 91.3C was his worst ailment.

"You still cold?" Meredith asked as she settled his hot chocolate on the table in front of the sofa where he was sat.

"You have gave me literally every blanket you own, and I think one that's Izzie's, I am too warm if anything." He said as she settled besides him.

"Derek."

He swallowed. Her eyes were watering. "Please don't look at me like that."

"I know I said stop saying you're fine, and stop joking...but please keep being fine, and please keep joking. Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever."

He smiled. "I'll try."

"Try?"

"I think I might run out of jokes. I go through like ten a day. If I'm living forever, that's gotta be like 7 billion years, according to predictions on when the sun is going to blow up, and I'm not sure there are 70 billion jokes to be told, you know?"

She rolled her eyes. "Remind me why I got you discharged when I could have had a night free from your...whatever that was."

"Because you love me?" He suggested with a smile.

She sighed. "Right. Forgot about that."