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Only The Lonely

Meredith had met him a week earlier. She'd never forget it. She wasn't looking for love or even friendship. Just something to help her avoid what she was going through. Something to help her avoid the beckoning of her friends to go out and move on and something to help her live even if just for a moment. It had been an amazing night.

Much to the happiness of her friends, she'd gone to the bar. Determined to have just a few tequila shots and make them happy, she had left her house. Her house was large; well her mother's house was large. No, it was definitely her house now. At least that's what the papers said that she had signed over to her earlier that year. She locked the door and ran down to her friend's car.

"Hey Izz. Thanks for picking me up" Meredith looked genuinely happy tonight.

"No problem. We just have to pick up Alex and then we'll head to Joe's, ok?" Izzie pulled out of the driveway. "Yeah, no problem. How's Alex been?" Meredith said. Izzie and Meredith had been friends since the beginning of Med School. She was the only person that knew Meredith's secrets.

"Good, glad to have a week off." Izzie smiled. The ride was fairly quiet. They picked up Alex and went to Joe's. Joe's was the local bar, conveniently not far from the hospital where they worked.

"Tequila, Mer? I'm buying the first round!" Alex said as he took of his jacket and walked towards the bartender. Meredith just nodded and smiled. 'Might as well have some fun'.

A couple shots in Meredith and Izzie were laughing it up. It had been a while since Izzie had seen Meredith smile, let alone laugh a lot. Alex was trying to coax Izzie into playing darts when Meredith excused herself and went to the bar.

"Hey Joe!" She yelled. Throughout the night it had gotten a bit busier. She couldn't remember when she had had so much fun. Well, she could, she just didn't want to remember. Avoid at all costs those thoughts that led to bigger, harder memories that she didn't want to remember.

"What's up?" the bartender yelled back.

"Can I get a couple more?" She smiled nicely, batted her eyelashes and tried to be as sweet as possible, while putting up three fingers. Joe walked over and put three shot glasses on the bar in front of her and filled them with golden liquid.

"Thanks Joe!"

She sat on an empty stool and lined them up. She took the first shot. It didn't burn to bad; she was far passed that point. She looked around. Alex and Izzie had moved to a booth and looked to be in deep in conversation. Alex and Izzie had 'been together' for a while. They would never admit to actually being together though. They would always say it was for fun, but their closest friends new otherwise. As she looked at them, it went from what looked like simple conversation to a moment of lust and desire. 'I definitely am taking a cab home tonight' She giggled as she turned to face the bar and her second shot.

"Bad day?" She looked to her right and smiled. He had dark hair, blue eyes and a very appealing smile.

"Maybe." She looked him up and down. He was definitely worth looking at. She took her final shot and turned back to him smiling. She was definitely going to have fun tonight!

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He turned to the bar and signaled to Joe for a drink. He sat down on the stool beside her. "Get her another of what she's having too Joe."

"No problem." Joe said looking slowly between the two. He handed them their drinks and laughed as he walked to the other end of the bar.

"So not a bad day then?" He asked

"Maybe" Meredith smirked.

"Hmm…" It was his turn to look her up and down. He had seen her walk into the bar earlier. She had been quiet and captivating. He watched as she became a little more animated as the night wore on.

"You?" Meredith broke him out of his gaze.

"Definitely, not now." Truthfully his day had been horrible. He had been traveling all day and was welcoming the time to unwind.

"Meredith," She said as she reached her hand out.

"Derek" He shook her hand, relishing in the softness of the touch.

She usually wasn't so forwarded. There was something about him that made her want to know him. There was something that made her want to say hello, want to introduce herself and something that made her want to want him. She was desperately wishing it was the tequila, but something made her seem so unsure of that.

They talked for the night. She giggled and rambled. He laughed and complimented. Occasionally, he'd move a little closer. He tried to close the gap between them. She didn't know why, but not once did she move away.

"Meredith, Who's the hottie?" Izzie walked up to the bar to pick up some drinks.

"Izzie, this is Derek. Don't get any ideas, Alex would kill you." Meredith laughed. "Derek, this is my friend Izzie."

"Nice to meet you." He said.

"C'mon Mer," Izzie laughed, "I'm allowed to look" She obviously had too much to drink. She winked at Derek, who laughed, grabbed her drinks before heading back to Alex.

She looked at Meredith and giggled lightly, "can you find a ride home?"

"Yeah I'll figure it out." Meredith laughed at her friend. She turned back towards Derek who was now standing right in front of her. He took her hand in his. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it wasn't. "Want to get out of here? Maybe go get some food?" he talked softly. She took the last shot that was in front of her. "Definitely."

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Derek walked her up to her front door. She unlocked her door and turned to face him. "Thanks" she said gently.

He looked down at her hand in his, and brought his other hand up to gently move a piece of hair off of her face. "It definitely wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." She continued. He didn't say anything. She looked at him and suddenly felt extremely nervous. "Not that I thought I'd have a bad time with you. It's just Izzie dragged me out and I knew …you know…and then you sat beside me and we started talking. But I thought I'd be home hours ago. Seriously though I did have a good time."

"Cute" he said, "The rambling is cute" He moved his face closer to hers, noses almost touching.

"Really, cause you know I hate it. When I ramble I mean. I just can't..." His lips stopped her words. Any thoughts left in her mind were gone as she let him deepen the kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck trying to continue the kiss. Her lips were soft against his and he gently spread hers apart with his tongue. She gently pulled away.

"I should go, you know..." She pointed at the door not looking away from his eyes, trying to find a reason to make him stay.

"Inside." He finished.

"Yeah" she mumbled before his lips came crashing down on hers. She let out a small moan when she felt his tongue again.

He held her close as if it was all there was in him. There was no doubt about it he definitely wanted her. He bent his head down and started nipping at her neck. There was something about it that made her nervous and excited all at the same time. A feeling that tingled her fingertips and melted her insides. She pulled away and opened her door.

"Goodnight Derek" She said before entered the house.

Derek shook his head and started to walk down the walkway towards his car. 'Damn' he thought.

"Derek," he suddenly heard behind him. He turned around to see her standing on the step, "we didn't have any food. Want to come in for a snack?" As she said it, she could hear the nervousness and hoped that he couldn't.

It was definitely the booze talking. She had not been this forward in a long time. Something about the dark hair and the intensity of his blue eyes made her want him to stay. And those lips, what girl could forget those lips.

He looked back and smiled. He slowly walked back to her door where she was standing. He put his hands on her face and gently kissed her. "Absolutely, how about dessert?" He whispered as he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him deeply. He walked into the house, trying to miss any steps or trip on anything. She kissed him up and down his neck. He kicked the door shut behind him. "Need food." She whispered and unwrapped her legs from around his waist. "Follow me." She walked towards the kitchen and he followed suit.

She could feel him behind her and before she could grab any food he felt him move her hair to one side of her neck. His arms snaked around her waist and his lips moved to her neck "Is it okay if we eat in a little bit," he whispered. His lips moved from her neck to her shoulders as he moved the strap on her tank top to the side a bit. Something incomprehensible came from her lips. It was that night she would never forget. A memory that would last forever.