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The bedroom door banged open and, startled by the noise, Meredith Grey got up abruptly. Isobel Stevens walked in with two steaming mugs of coffee and a perky smile plastered on her face. Another figure moved beneath the covers as Meredith sat up; Derek Shepherd was woken as well, still dazed.
"Iz?" Meredith croaked weakly, looking at the bedside clock. "It's—"
"Good morning, Meredith!" Izzie said brightly, handing her the coffee mug she had in one hand. "Dr. Shepherd." She thrust the other mug in Derek's direction, which he took graciously, taking a small, shaky sip as the caffeine began to take effect.
"You know our shifts don't start until noon. It's seven thirty in the morning." Meredith complained, scratching her honey-blond hair.
"I know." Izzie said, taking a seat on the bed, "But I have to go to work now. And this can't wait." She giggled excitedly, like a child on early Christmas morning. She went out momentarily and went back in, carrying a brown McDonalds paper bag. She tossed it to Meredith who eyed her suspiciously. "Just open it!"
Meredith put her and Derek's hot mugs on the side table and slowly opened the bag and found a sandwich inside. Thinking it was a McMuffin, she took it out and started to discard the wrapper, only to find that her name was stamped all over the paper. Little McMers littered the wrapper.
"Izzie," Meredith said, partly surprised, worried and disconcerted.
"Go on, take a bite!" Izzie urged. Meredith inspected the food item. It looked and smelled real. "You too, Dr. Shepherd. It's your girlfriend's own McBurger!"
"I'm sorry, what?" Derek asked as Meredith took a bite. She chewed slowly, a smile starting to form on her face. Derek took the item in question and poked at it with his two million dollar fingers.
"Good, isn't it? I told those people at McDonalds that it better be good as those double cheeseburgers they sell." Izzie said, smiling. Meredith took the burger away from Derek and took another bite.
"Did you just say McDonalds?" Derek clarified.
"Yeah." Izzie answered, as if Derek were demented. "I paid McDonalds to manufacture a burger in honor of Meredith. It's a McMer! It's out for a limited time and is only available in the McDonald's chain near Seattle Grace, but who cares? You're forever immortalized in McHistory!" Izzie smiled proudly.
"Seriously?" Meredith asked, her eyes wide open in shock.
"Seriously." Izzie answered.
"Thank you, Izzie. Really." Meredith said slowly, as if Izzie was a little girl. "But why?"
"Because I'm a multimillionaire?" Izzie boasted casually. "And you seem to be fond of the prefix Mc. Doesn't it feel good to have your own Mc? Come on, you have your McDreamy," Derek smiled at Meredith, but she ignored him by rolling her eyes playfully, "Finn was McVet, and oh!" Izzie remembered the time when they were watching Mark Sloane suture his own face. "It was you who thought of calling Dr. Sloane Mc Steamy!"
"Izzie!" Meredith warned.
"You call Mark McSteamy?" Derek asked, scoffing. "Wait, is that better that what you call me?" Meredith continued to ignore him, still chewing her burger contentedly. She flashed a smile at Izzie. "Seriously? McSteamy?" Meredith shoved the final piece of the McMer in Derek's mouth to shut him up. "Hmm. This is good, Stevens." He said after a few seconds.
"Thanks!" Izzie said happily. "Now if you don't mind, I have to get to work. I can't wait to give Cristina her present!" She said, thrilled.
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