So this story is inspired by one of my favorite MerDer fics. I'm hoping for this to be a long fic, but I also don't want to have it be repetitive and boring. So as the story progresses, I would LOVE it if you guys could comment on what you'd like to see...enjoy!
Chapter 1.
"Quiet everyone! Quiet please!" Chief...or, rather former Chief Webber stood atop the lecture hall stage, addressing the Seattle Grace crowd.
The nervous and excited energy in the room quieted, and Webber cleared his throat.
"As you know, I have been here at Seattle Grace Hospital for a long, long time. I have seen it's ups and downs, it's highs and lows. All of it. I have been an intern, a resident, an attending, and eventually become Chief of Surgery. I have watched some of the most incredible surgeons ever to hold a scalpel, achieve greatness. I have seen lives saved every day…" The speech was interrupted for a moment with brief applause. "So, today, the hospital is beginning a new chapter, with a new Chief. So, ladies and gentlemen, surgeons, I would like to introduce you to Doctor Meredith Grey, Seattle Grace's next chief of surgery."
Webber's head turned to acknowledge the person who walked out on to the stage next. But instead of the fat old man I was expecting, a tall, mid-twenties blonde strode up to Webber, high heels clicking against the stage and stopping at once.
I turned to Sloan who stood next to me, my jaw practically on the floor. "That's who he chose to take his place?! A...a...Ms. America!?"
"Oh, wow." Sloan's mouth curled into a smile.
"Dude! No!"
"I...I...she's hot!" Suddenly, the woman spun around, and stared directly into my eyes.
"Sloan!"
"She is, man!"
I stared astonished at the sight in front of me, absolutely dumbfounded...
-Two weeks earlier-
"Oh my God, Derek!"
The blonde silhouette on top of me melted against me, just as she screamed out in pleasure. I kissed her neck, her shoulders, her stomach. Then lower...lower…
-Present Day-
I shook my head, and held my hand in front of my eyes to check my vision.
"What the hell?!"
I stared up at the tall blonde in a lab coat in front of me, who's eyes landed directly on mine with an equally shocked expression.
"I..um… good afternoon, doctors. I am Meredith Grey, your new Chief. I am ready to begin leading this hospital today. I expect the department heads to report to my office on the hour to deliver your reports, so let's get to work!
There was no applause, instead, a nervous chatter as my colleagues filed out of the lecture hall.
My eyes shot back to Meredith, who was making a beeline for the exit. I followed her quickly, as she turned into the main elevator.
"Hold the elevator!" I shouted.
I slipped through the doors just in time, looking questioningly at the woman a mere 3 feet from me.
"Oh. Doctor...Shepherd, is it?"
"Really?! Doctor Shepherd?!"
"Yes." She hissed. glaring at me angrily. "Doctor Shepherd. I am your boss. We aren't friends."
I smirked. "We could be more than friends if you like…"
"Doctor Shepherd! You're being highly inappropriate!"
"Well it's not like you haven't seen me naked before...you can't get much more inappropriate than-"
"Shut up!" She growled. "Shut up and follow me."
"Happily."
I trailed behind her, smirking.
"Okay, Yang, Karev...you're with Bailey. Avery, Grey, you're needed in orthol. Shepherd...come with me."
I wheeled around the corner, after Mer- Chief Grey, as she barreled into her office and slammed the door.
"Wipe that stupid smirk off your face!"
I raised my eyebrows, but stopped smiling.
"What the hell are you…I am your boss. I am the Chief. So if you value your job, then stop acting like as smartass, and be professional."
"Oh, believe me, I'm a professional-"
"Do you really think right now is the time for sex jokes, Dr. Shephard?"
"I uh…" all traces of joking fell from my face.
"Get the HELL out of my office! GO!"
I fled from the office, feeling Meredith Grey's eyes burning into the back of my head.
I could not believe this! The one meaningless fling I had on my first night here in Seattle turned out to be one of my attendings!
As livid as I am right now, I can't help but let my mind wander back to that night. I was tipsy, well, no, closer to drunk, but I still remembered. Oh yes, I remembered…the way he-
Wait...what the hell am I doing?! Am I...fantasizing about one of my subordinates? I shook the thought from my head, and massaged my temples.
I shook my head and stormed out of my office.
I will not waste my energy on that man.
"Dr. Shepard…" I handed him a stack of yellow folders. "Scut."
"What? You're….Scut!?"
"Yes. You should hurry...Mr. Molsen and his hemorrhoids don't have all day…"
Derek practically choked on his coffee, narrowing his eyes slowly.
"I'll take care of that for you…" I snached his to-go cup from his fist, and dropped it into the trash bin, after taking one sip, walking away satisfied.
"Terri, send Doctor Shepherd to my office stat." I slammed the phone into the receiver.
The nerve of that man…
The door swung open revealing an arrogant Derek on the other side.
"So let me get this straight...first you openly harass me in a professional setting, disobey me, disobey your boss, then completely disregard my order to turn in your department report, and finally I find you smirking on the other side of my door?!"
"Yes."
"You have completely crossed the line I...did you say yes?"
"Yes."
I watched Derek inch closer and closer to my desk chair, and further away from where he first sat. He was practically sitting on my lap, and the craziest part was that...I didn't stop him.
"You said Derek."
"What?" I asked in a whisper. His breath was fanning my face at this point.
"You called me Derek. After all of your crap about being professional, you called me Derek."
"No I didn't! Doctor Shepherd...what are you doing?"
"I believe the question would be...what are you doing Doctor Grey?"
I was just now realizing that my body was pressed against his, and my lips were dangerously close to his face.
But I was too far gone. Too far gone to stop now.
My lips collided with his, smashed together, and for an instant I didn't care. I didn't care that I was his boss. Passion took over, desire burned.
The bubble popped though, and we were back to reality, and I pulled myself into a standing position.
"I have to go." I stormed out of my office slamming the door yet again today.