A Fight to Remember

Our Last Kiss Pt. 2

A/N: Remember the first few chapters had voice-overs? We never heard a VO from Meredith. I actually didn't realize that until I was deep into this story, but I think now might be a good time.

This is a shortie but a goodie!

Enjoy!

Seattle January 2038 

Meredith.

Disasters happen. Tragedy strikes. People get lost. You feel like you might never move on, but somehow you do. Somehow, the minutes turn into hours, and the hours into days... and the next thing you know...

It's been years.

What do you do when everything you lost is suddenly right in front of you? What do you do when you come out of the fog, and everything is so clear and real?

I want to say more... but, he's here. And so am I.

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Mcdreamy. Derek. My husband, the father of my children, was now seated beside me on the couch, alive and well. As I rested my palm on top of his thigh, I felt the heat under the soft cotton of his sweats.

Was this a dream, I wondered? But somehow I felt more awake and alert than I have in a very long time. I felt...

Like myself. And if this was a dream...

It felt so real.

Beside me, Derek stumbled to answer the kid's questions. He looked at Bailey and stuttered, and then at Zola, and then toward Ellis, who just shrugged. He seemed overwhelmed. And when his gaze landed on me, he looked so apologetic.

My heart wrenched. With everything in me, I pushed myself up. "Uh... I have to-" I jerked my thumb to the bathroom, and then darted off.

Pull it together Grey. I thought as I slammed the door shut and slid to the floor.

This was happening. Really happening. My lips were still tingling from the mind blowing kiss we shared, my hands still wet from stroking his soppy hair... I was lucid. Lucid and terrified. How long would this last? How long before I lost him again?

And where had he been all this time?

Pull it together Grey. I thought. With shaking limbs, I pulled myself up and stared in the mirror.

We didn't think- I -didn't think that you were coming. The whole story just sounded so incredible.

She might wake up, right? I mean, it's been a fairytale from the start. She might wake up, right?

My reflection stared back at me, old and worn, tired and thin. Spent. I ran the water and splashed it on my face.

I was lucid? This couldn't possibly be happening...

But it was.

"Meredith?" My breath halted in my throat. "Meredith?" Derek's voice, a little deeper, a little raspier from last I remembered, but still him. I couldn't move from the spot at the sink. Then the door opened, and he was there. Derek stepped in and closed the door behind him. "Are you okay?" he asked

I glanced at my reflection and it looked back at me with narrowed eyes. In that second- a wave of unchecked fury burned through me, and I launched myself at him, "WHERE WERE YOU?"

"I-"

"TEN YEARS! TEN FREAKING YEARS!" My fists pounded his chest, and my knuckles stung from striking his collarbone. "I thought- I thought I lost my husband... The father of my children... I thought you were dead. Shark-food dead..." And then he just shows up here? All shaved and dreamy? Here to rescue me? My knight in shining whatever?