The Seventh Sense is Love

Does Derek Make It?

"Call the time of death, Doctor."

"No!" Lexie shouted and startled the hell out of everyone in there! "No," she shouted again. "Do not give up on Derek! He doesn't want to leave my sister and their child behind!"

"Dr. Grey." the Chief began, sounding as if he'd just aged twenty years.

"Don't give up!" Lexie shouted again as tears streamed down her face, making a puddle under her mask. She ran to stand beside the operating table. "Please, tell me what I can do to help? Derek? You can't leave Meredith!"

"Try again..." Webber said resolutely.

"Chief -" Dr. Livingston began -

"TRY AGAIN!"

Everyone in the O.R. went back into a flurry of motion. All extremely grateful as no one wanted to give up in the first place.

"It's taking too long."

"Meredith," Kathleen said softly, "You have to stay calm."

"I can't." Meredith replied and got up to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Bailey asked, following her surprisingly quickly, considering her advanced pregnancy.

"I need to know what's going on now," Meredith answered. She was breathing just a little too fast and that concerned Bailey.

"Meredith," she said, taking her by the arm. She held tight when Mer tried to shake her free. "You need to come and let me check on you and the baby."

"Nothing's wrong with the baby," Meredith said loudly and drew some curious glances.

Bailey looked over at Kathleen and motioned for her to join them at the nurses station. Bailey continued calmly, "You're right, nothing's wrong with the baby but you are starting to freak out. While that's understandable, you need to calm down before something does happen to your baby. How do you think Derek's going to feel when he comes to and you and the baby are admitted because of a damn panic attack?"

"Okay." Meredith replied, her breath still hitching shallowly.

"Come with me and lie down for a few minutes. Maybe have a little oxygen..." Bailey said and led Mer and Kathleen to an empty exam room. She glanced down the hall toward the O.R.'s and wondered why the hell intern Grey was taking so long.

Derek opened his eyes and looked around. He could see perfectly but all he saw was white. He wondered what was going on as he sat up and swung his legs off the gurney.

"Hi," a familiar voice from the past said.

Derek swung around with a shocked expression on his face. "Dad?" He asked, his voice a barely audible whisper as his father did indeed materialize before him.

"Hi Son."

"No," Derek said, shaking his head vehemently. "No! I do not want to see you! Not yet! Not yet! I'm having a son of my own!"

"I know," Mr. Shepherd answered with an easy smile. "Ian Christopher. Thank you for making his middle name mine. I'm honored."

"You're welcome," Derek answered hoarsely. Then he continued, "As much as I miss you Dad - I really don't want to be here with you yet."

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely! I want to be around for my son. And Meredith - we've barely begun. I love her so much. Please Dad - if you have any control of this -"

Mr. Shepherd smiled again. Then he said, "I love you, Son."

"I love you too, Dad."

"Hug Meredith and Ian for me. And your little girls when they comes along in a couple of years."

"Our little girls?" Derek asked, his voice constricting again with emotion.

"Sure." said Mr. Shepherd. "They will be identical; the only way that you will be able to tell them apart will be because one will have a heart shaped birthmark on their stomach. Also, one of the twins middle names will be Ellis after Meredith's Mom. See you in a few decades, Son. Enjoy your life."

"I will," Derek said. "I do enjoy my life and I always will."

The beeping monitors in the O.R. changed and everyone exhaled loudly as they realized Derek was all right.

"He's back," the Resident assistant said and started rattling off blood pressure and other vitals.

"Can I tell Meredith he's all right?" Lexie asked tremulously.

"Yes," Dr. Livingston answered after a few moments.

"What the hell happened?" asked the Chief.

"I have no idea." replied Livingston, "Short of a miracle."

"Yeah? Well, thank God for that!"

"Indeed," sighed Livingston as he began to close Derek's head.