The end is just the begining

Part 9 - Memories

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Meredith stared at the door for what felt like minutes, but it was only a second. A calming voice was heard on the other side of the door. Meredith sighed; it was only Cristina. She had nothing to be scared of. She took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in her throat. 

"Mer, it's Derek and me. Can we come in?" she asked softly, calmly, and empathetically.

"Yeah!" Meredith responded, her voice sounding shaken.

"Hey, so I brought you some fresh clothes. "They're mine, but clean. I figured you didn't wanna wear scrubs right now," Cristina said as she walked in, handing Meredith a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeve shirt. "Your boyfriend also brought you a bunch of corny stuff, see? " she added, pointing over at Derek, who had a bag in his hand. His face formed a smile when he saw Meredith.

"That is what boyfriends are supposed to do!" Derek spoke as he closed the door behind him.

"Nothing wrong with corny," Meredith cooed, smiling. 

"Look what he got!" Cristina mocked as Derek handed Meredith the little plastic bag. "At least it's in a bag." She joked. 

"Cristina." Meredith chuckled, looking over at Derek, who looked like he couldn't care less about what she was saying.

Meredith looked into the bag, which contained all sorts of stuff. First, she saw beautiful flowers. Then she saw a small bag of candy and a small bear with a heart on its chest. It said, "Thinking of you." On the inside, Meredith cringed slightly but was grateful to have such a thoughtful guy by her side.

"See, I told you she doesn't like corny stuff!"

"No, I like it!" Meredith laughed, looking between Cristina and Derek. 

"See," Derek gloated. He knew she liked it on the inside and was grateful for him. 

"Look, I'm grateful you guys are here, but I want to go home. This day sucks," Meredith muttered, looking between the two. 

"I'll take you home, okay?" Derek told her, almost beginning to run his fingers through her hair. But something stopped him, telling him to stop. He didn't want to startle her. 

"I think I can go home on my own. You have surgeries."

"Nelson's doing them; I want to be with you, Meredith." 

"We don't think you should be alone, Mer, not after what happened today." Cristina cut in, her arms folded across her chest 

Meredith nodded, agreeing to go home with Derek. She didn't mind being coddled; she used to hate it. But then Derek came along, and everything seemed to change. After having a short conversation, Derek took Meredith home. He helped her in the door and got her comfortable in the living room. As soon as they entered the house, she realized they had never called the police. What made them not do that? 

"Derek?" Meredith asked as he began to disappear into the kitchen. He responded and peered his head into the room. 

"What's wrong?" He asked 

"We didn't call the police!" 

"I did, it's okay. They should meet us here soon," He muttered the last part. "They are going to have to stop by and get your statement. Are you okay with that?" 

"Sure," 

Meredith sat there, her eyes glued to Derek as he talked. She watched as he listened and his worried face began to grow just a little bit softer. Less worried. The conversation ended quickly with him nodding and a quick "Okay, thank you so much." Then, he turned to Meredith, released a soft sigh, and took her hand in his. He gently ran his fingers over the top of her hand.