A/N: I shouldn't be doing this... I have enough going on. Really. Another story? But you know when you have an idea and you can't get it out of your head and it keeps bothering you and nagging you and you can't sleep? Well this is one of those. Besides its a humorous break from all the angst I've been writing lately.

Disclaimer: I own nothing...

Enjoy!

Late season 2 after thanksgiving episode.

Meredith sighed heavily in her sleep and rolled over, her hand falling on the other body. Wait, what? She did it again, another boy in her bed. "Crap." she muttered. Would she ever get over him? Probably not. She was so screwed. Now she'd have to do the speech. Oh, what a hangover. Why did her face feel weird?. She pushed herself up on her elbows. "Okay," she whispered to the body beside her, "I'm gonna take a shower, and when i get back, youll be gone so..."

The covers rustled "Der... What are you talk-"

"Ahhh!" Meredith screamed when she saw who was in her bed. "Aaaadison-Montgomery-Shepherd!" Meredith groped for a bedsheet to cover herself. "Wha-what are you doing here?" she asked, looking around. How did she end up at his trailer, with Addison of all people?

Addison sat up, "Really, Derek? What are you playing at now, because we just had really great sex, and-"

"Derek? We?" Meredith squeaked, standing up although there was something wrong with her throat, and her skin was itchy all over. And she felt strange, like she was wearing tights that didnt fit in the spots they were supposed to. She looked down.

First thing, where were her boobs? And since when did she wear boxers? And what was...

Oh Crap!

"Bathroom," she stuttered jerking a thumb toward it as she glanced at Addison, "Im gonna- bathroom-alone."

As she stumbled there, she heard Addison mutter, "Oh, so we have great sex and now you act like a teenager. Sheesh."

She slammed the door and tried not to hyperventilate. "Ok... This is just a bad dream..." she took a deep breath and breathed in and out. God, even breathing felt different. She squeezed her eyes closed and thought, this is a dream, just a dream... But when she opened her eyes, Derek Shepherd stared back at her from the mirror.

"Crap," Meredith said. She touched her face, rubbed it, pulled on it, but no matter what she did, Mcdreamy looked back at her, all stubble-y and handsome.

What the freak was going on?

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Meredith (in Mcdreamy's body,) tore through seattle to get to her house. Something was seriously wrong... Wrong wrong wrong. But a part of her thought that logically if she was in Derek's body than Derek might be in hers... Which was even weirder to think about, but...

She jumped out of Derek's huge suv and scrambled up the steps to her house. She just had to know. The door was locked but she always had a spare lying aroud. She felt around under the old swing for a key and then sprung inside.

It was still early and the house quiet. She recalled Izzie and Alex working last night which was good because... Well because. She bounded up the stairs. "Derek? I mean, Meredith? I mean-"

She stopped when she heard herself scream. Uh oh.

A commotion ensued from her room. voices... Someone she didnt recognize and her own confused frightened angry voice...

Suddenly the door to her room burst open and a man ran out, "Sorry... I sorry- I-" he said, picking up his shirt and doing up his fly.

Oh God.

Meredith stepped into her room. "Derek?" she called

"Ahh!"

It's one thing to look at yourself in the mirror, it's completely different to see yourself in person. Especially if that person isnt really yourself. Herself? Whatever.

Meredith watched painfully as 'Meredith' dove to the other side of the bed, covering up with blankets.

"Dr Shepherd!" 'Meredith' said, "I, uh umm. Oh God oh God oh God..." There was a loud thunk and a crash as she fell off the bed, causing the lamp to fall off the night stand. "This is a really bad dream right? Did I drink last night? Too much brandy?" she looked down at herself and turned bright red. She ran a shaking hand through her hair and pulled it in front of her. "I'm in Meredith's body? I-" She looked up in shock, "Dr. Shepherd? Oh, no... Dr. Shepherd you shouldn't be here..."

"Dr Shepherd?" Meredith asked, coming to the realization that Derek wasn't in her body. "You're not... Me?"

"Huh?" The her that was her but not her said, "Look, this is going to sound really weird, but you're a world renowned neurosurgeon, and maybe you can tell me what's happening. I'm not Meredith...I'm George."

Crap. "Crap."

George blinked. Because Dr. Shepherd doesn't say words like 'crap.' "What?" he asked.

Meredith looked away because it was hard to process that George of all people was inhabiting her body. Freaking George!

"Well..." she said, crossing her arms. "I'm not Der- Dr. Shepherd, I mean in body anyway... I'm you. I mean me. I mean I'm Meredith. In Dereks body."

"Wh-What?"

"Yeah." She came in and sat on the bed. If she was George than who was in George's body? And who was Derek? This was way too freaky friday even for her dark and twisty self.

"Meredith?" George asked.

"Yeah?"

"I think you had too much tequila," he mumbled as he stumbled off to the bathroom.

Well at least she didnt have to worry about that.

Okay, this was really freaking her out. She had to call her person.

A/N: More to come... Any guesses who is in who's body? Please Review! Ah, I miss George.