DISCLAIMER : I only own the characters in my dream.

Derek Shepherd didn't recognise himself anymore: he wasn't that guy who picked up a different girl every night except that was exactly what he has been doing. What happened to the man who believed in soul mates? His wife and best friend happened. He knew it was stupid and pointless, he wouldn't heal like that but right now he needed it, he didn't want to feel alone even if it was just for one night, a few hours.

Tonight was no different from the other nights for the past three weeks: he was sitting in a bar, nursing a glass of scotch while wondering which woman would have the pleasure of having sex with him. What was new was the fact that it was his first night in Seattle and not in New York. He felt a little more relaxed, plus he had just brought an amazing land and a trailer. He felt as if he was finally finding himself again, he had been lost believing he liked the life he had been living in New York. He was a simple man, he didn't need a big house, big cars, expensive suits…

He didn't need to look anymore for a woman, from the moment he had looked at her, he knew she was the one who would relieve his tension, make him forget his pain for a moment. He got up, walked towards her, aware of the fact that she was following him with her eyes, a suggestive smile playing on her lips. He stood now in front of her and she didn't bother to hide her interest. She wouldn't take time to convince, she was just looking for the same thing he was.

"Hey, you want something to drink?" He smiled at her, the way he knew had an effect on women.

"How about I make it easier for you? You want me, I want you. Let's forget everything in between." The woman got up, lightly kissed him and walked away.

Derek turned to look at her retreating form and wondered if he had missed something. But when he saw her push open the door of the ladies room, he decided that thinking she would be easy to pick up was an understatement. She wasn't expecting anything from their encounter. She was either looking for fun or as him had lost hope in the existence of love. Since when did he analyse one-night stands? She wanted him and he needed that, it was his turn to push open the same door.

Here he was again, nursing another glass of scotch. The sex had been okay but not enough because he hadn't drank enough before and he still was wide awake. It wasn't late, he had nothing else to do. There was that stupid mixer he was supposed to attend, the Chief had really wanted him there but the latter wouldn't appreciate him being a little drunk so he was stuck here. He finished his drink, turned his face towards the bar and that's when he caught a glimpse of her. It was stupid but he felt as if the world had stopped. He coldn't tell what attracted him more: her hair, her smile, her eyes, her casualty… But he was inexplicably attracted to her. He got up and walked to the unoccupied stool next to her.

"Double scotch, single malt please" He addressed the bartender, then he turned to her "So is this a good place to hang out?" He smiled at her.

"I wouldn't know, I've never been here before" She replied without even looking at him.

She was going to play hard to get and it only increased his desire to get her "Oh well you know what, I haven't either"

"Seriously?" she asked while finally turning her head to look at him, he nodded "But you already christened the ladies room. I'm impressed." she replied sarcastically before turning her head back hoping he would get the message and leave her alone. She had to admit he was hot but one-night stands were over for her. Too bad he was too late, if only they had met several days ago…

"You saw that?" he asked clearly amused by the situation but she made no sign proving that she had heard him. "Ah you're ignoring me"

"I'm trying to"

"You shouldn't ignore me" he said cockily.

"Why not?" She asked seeing he wasn't going to stop and she couldn't deny she was interested in his answer.

"Because I'm someone you need to get to know to love."

"So if I know you, I'll love you?"

"Oh yes"

"You really like yourself, huh?"

"Just hiding my pain"

"Does that line really work for you?" She shook her head in disbelief even if she was sure he didn't even need to talk to get a woman in his bed and that arrogant ass knew it too.

"I don't know, I've never tried it before. Is it working?" He tilted slightly his head and she felt as if his blue eyes were piercing hers.

"To show how cocky you are, definitely"

"I could show you my other talents"

"You should stop wasting both of our time. I'm not going to sleep with you" She dismissed him.

"Did I ask you to sleep with me?" He asked while wearing that annoyingly sexy smile.

"No, of course, you just want to talk to me" she snorted.

"I won't deny that I want to have sex with you but if you just want to talk, it's fine with me" he shrugged.

'I don't want to talk to you" she frowned at the persistence of the guy.

"Oh, you'd rather have sex, your place?" He offered.

"No!" she exclaimed "No sex, no" she shook her head.

"Okay, no sex, your loss. Let's talk then"

"Don't you have women to seduce?"

"Again with that. Jealous?" he smirked

"I don't even know you" she replied in disbelief.

"But she got me first and now you don't want me anymore. If I knew I wouldn't have had sex with her." He said in a serious tone.

"Has is even occurred to you that I'm not interested?"

"No" he answered truthfully. "So are you jealous?"

"I already told you that…" she began exasperated.

"Not with me, I mean in general" He clarified.

She looked at him strangely as if thinking and then she replied "I don't know"

"You don't know" he repeated frowning at the unexpected answer.

"I have never asked myself that but I don't think I am"

"That's not something you ask yourself, you get jealous or you don't"

"I've never been in the position to tell"

"If you ever dated, you must know" when he said that, she looked uncomfortable but he couldn't tell why, he only knew that he was even more intrigued by her.

"That's none of your business anyway" she bluntly said.

At first he was surprised but then it hit him "Don't tell me you've never dated" he asked with eyes wide opened.

"Of course I've dated. Who at my age has never dated? I've dated." she rambled.

His expression of shock changed to a smirk "You are a bad liar. You ramble, it's cute"

"Shut up" she snapped, wondering why she was even still talking to him.

"So you've never dated, huh? Interesting." He got lost in his thoughts and she wondered what he was thinking, not that it mattered anyway then he asked "Can I ask why?"

"No, you can't. I'm done talking to you" she turned her head away from him and ordered another glass of tequila.

"Yet, you're still sitting here" he remarked. She then glared at him, took her glass and started to get up "No, wait" he gently took her free arm.

Was it the pleading tone she thought she had heard in his voice or the sadness in his eyes that had made her stop? She didn't know and she couldn't think straight, tequila was starting to make everything fuzzy.

"I won't let you chase me away anyway, I was here before." she said while sitting back on her stool.