You Might Die Trying
A.N: So here is my brand new story. Didn't take that long for me to get it ready… it especially helps when you are procrastinating.
So, this story takes place after "What I am" – consider it my version of what happens after that episode, with a twist.
Also, Come Away With Me is now completed. Trapeze and The Great Escape are still in progress. Check them out!
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy….
Chapter 1: From Me To You
"If there's anything I can do,
Just call on me and I'll send it along,
With love from me to you."
- The Beatles
Meredith slammed her locker shut and sat down on the bench. It had been three days since she told Derek that she had left Finn. Three days and still no response. He walked the hallways like a zombie. He was unresponsive, going through the motions of his job. He wasn't Derek.
"What's the matter with you?" Cristina asked as she walked into the locker room.
"Nothing," Meredith mumbled.
Cristina sat down next to Meredith, letting her body slightly touch Meredith's. "Give it up."
"He hasn't said anything to me."
"When did you tell him?"
"Three days ago, Cristina. He hasn't said anything, not a single word. He walks around the hospital in a daze."
"At least he hasn't killed anyone."
Meredith ran a hand through her light brown hair and sighed. "Something's wrong."
"Go ask him then."
"I can't talk to him."
"Because I told him, and now it's his turn. It's his turn to make a move."
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Cristina laughed, "Just go talk to him."
"What if he doesn't want me?"
"Did he tell you that?"
"No, but he hasn't done anything. He hasn't spoken one word to me even when we are working together. Nothing."
Cristina stood and walked towards her locker. "Just go talk to him."
"Maybe," Meredith stood and moved towards the locker room door, "I'll see you tomorrow."
"See ya later."
Meredith nodded and left the locker room. She made her way through the halls numbly, unaware of the people that were busy around her. The elevator door was open when she reached the end of the hall and she slipped inside.
When she looked up she was greeted by Derek's dull and lifeless face. She shifted uncomfortably, and swallowed hard. "Good evening, Dr. Shepherd."
"Dr. Grey," Derek nodded, refusing to acknowledge her any more.
Meredith stiffened at the sound of his voice. It sounded bitter and tired. He wasn't the same Derek anymore. He had changed. Something had changed him. Meredith let her body rest against the back of the elevator and decided that maybe she should take Cristina's advice. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," Derek nodded. "How are you?"
"Okay," Meredith sighed. "But for the record, you don't seem okay."
The elevator slowed and the doors opened. Derek began to walk out of the elevator, Meredith following close behind him. "I'm fine. Goodnight, Dr. Grey."
"Goodnight, Dr. Shepherd." Meredith said before Derek rounded a corner, disappearing from her sight.
Meredith opened the front door to her mother's house and let it slam behind her. George and Izzie weren't home. They were at Joe's. She was supposed to meet them there, but tonight she just couldn't do it. Tonight, she didn't want to drink. She just wanted to exist.
She walked upstairs, enjoying the quiet of the house, and entered her bedroom. Her lonely, cold bedroom. She let her body flop on her bed, tired from the long day she had suffered at the hands of Dr. Bailey. Her body longed for Derek's touch and she found herself longing for the days before Addison, before Finn, before everything got so messy. She moved her body under the covers of her bed, her eyes struggling to remain open. She didn't want to sleep. She didn't want to dream about Derek. She didn't want to feel the emptiness again in the morning. For once she just wanted to remember what her life was without Derek. Tears left wet tracks down her cheeks and her eyes closed. Her body relaxed and she fell into a light sleep.
Izzie made her way up the stairs and knocked on Meredith's door. "Mer…"
Meredith groaned, her head hurting from her previous crying session. "What do you want, Iz?"
"There was something left at the door for you."
"What is it?"
"I don't know. It's a box." Izzie yelled, unaware of the loudness of her voice from the alcohol she had consumed earlier.
Meredith sighed and got out of bed to open her bedroom door. "Who is it from?"
Izzie handed the brown box over to Meredith. "I'm going to bed."
"Okay," Meredith grabbed the box. "Night."
"Night," Izzie said as she made her way towards her room, leaving Meredith alone with the box.
Meredith made her way to her bed and sat down. She looked at the box. There was no note, no indication of whom it was from. She pressed her fingers into the box opening and ripped the box open. Her scream filled the room and her hands let go of the box.
George and Izzie slammed the door open and looked at her with worry. George moved closer to Meredith. "What is it, Mer?"
Meredith's hands were shaking and she struggled to breathe. "Look."
George bent down and picked up the box. He pulled open the box and looked inside. What he saw made bile rise in his throat. "Who did this?"
"I don't know," Meredith whispered.
"What is it?" Izzie asked as she moved forward to look in the box.
"No, Izzie. Don't look in here." George said as he closed the box up.
Izzie moved closer to George. "Open it, George. I want to see it."
"Izzie, you don't want to see this." George mumbled as he watched Meredith.
Izzie reached forward and tried to grab the box, but was unsuccessful. Instead, the contents of the box fell to the floor, causing Meredith to run to the bathroom,
Izzie looked down. Her eyes widened and she had to choke back a scream. "Is that what I think it is?"
George glanced at the closed bathroom door. "Yes."
"I'm not drunk. This isn't a hallucination. This is reality?" Izzie asked, disbelief filling her voice.
The sound of Meredith vomiting resounded in the room. George looked at Izzie and nodded. "This is reality."
"But, who would do this?"
George shook his head. "I don't know."
"There's no note?"
George moved around the room, looking on the bed, the floor, any place Meredith might have dropped or put the note. "Nothing."
"This is sick."
"We need to do something," George whispered as he made his way towards Meredith's bathroom door.
"Should we call Cristina?"
George sighed. "I guess. What about Dr. Shepherd?"
Izzie shook her head. "They haven't been talking."
"Wouldn't he want to know?"
"You call him," George concluded, "I'll call Cristina."
George left the room to retrieve his cell phone, leaving Izzie alone in Meredith's room with a heart. Izzie looked around the room, searching for Meredith's cell phone, when she saw Meredith's tote by the side of the bed. She reached inside and grabbed Meredith's phone. She searched the phone book and found Derek's number.
The phone rang several times before Derek answered. "Hello?"
"Dr. Shepherd, it's Izzie."
"What is it, Dr. Stevens?" Derek's voice was gruff and detached.
Derek drew a sharp breath. "What's wrong?"
"She got something strange tonight."
"Spit it out, Stevens," Derek growled.
"George and I came home to find a box on the doorstep. The only thing it said on the box was 'to Meredith.'" Izzie hesitated as the sound of Meredith vomiting filled the room again. "I gave the box to Meredith and then seconds later we heard her screaming."
"What was in the box?"
Izzie swallowed. "A human heart."
Seconds passed before Derek responded. "You have no idea who put it there?"
"Is she okay?"
"How do you think she is?" Izzie said, raising her voice. "Look, I know that you guys aren't on the best of terms, and that you haven't been talking, but she needs you. Whether she admits it or not, she needs you."
Derek breathed heavily into the phone, hesitating for only a moment. "I'm coming."
So, instead of doing my homework, I decided to start my new story. I'm really excited about this story and I hope you guys liked the first chapter.
There isn't too much to say at this point in the story. I guess I'm just curious to know what you all thought.
So, please REVIEW!