Sometimes a Mistake

The way George and Meredith's story should have been told.

Note- I realize Derek and Meredith should be together. But I felt there could have been something more to mer and George then what we saw.

Meredith hadn't slept all night. After the disastrous sex her and George had the night before, she couldn't find it in herself to fall asleep. She sat up in bed blankly staring at the wall. The image of her crying and George's terrified face replayed in her mind over and over like a broken record. I must be stupid. She mentally cursed herself. Meredith had always loved George in some way or another. Blinded by Derek she had never really noticed until now. So what was the problem? Why did she cry? Its not like he had done anything wrong. If anything she had enjoyed herself. Until of course my mind went crazy and I started to cry. She let out a heavy sigh then threw off the covers and hoped out of bed. Opening the door slower then she normally would, Meredith creped out into the hallway hoping not to wake anyone. Especially not George. How could she face him after what she did last night? Moving as quickly as possible she made it to the kitchen undetected, only to find George nursing cup of coffee. He quickly looked up almost as if he was startled by her presence.

"George…" she managed to stammer out. She stopped dead in her tracks not wanting to walk any further into the kitchen. He didn't say a word. His face twisted into some form of embarrassment as he fumbled with his cup. George quickly stood spilling a bit off coffee on himself as he made a dash out of the kitchen. Meredith sighed again shaking her head. His obvious discomfort made her feel ten times worse then before. She walked over to the fresh pot of coffee examining it. Coffee would be the only way she could get through today. As she reached for a cup out of the cupboard Izzie came into the room behind her mumbling something under her breath.

"Morning Iz" Meredith said in the most uninterested tone she could manage Izzie just waved a hand in Meredith's direction grumbling something at her then sat down almost as if she was waiting for coffee. Meredith took noticed and poured Izzie a cup of coffee and well as one for herself. She sat izzie's cup in front of her then took the seat next to her and began to slowly sip of her coffee.

" What's wrong with George?" Izzie said seeming to be more awake now then she was before.

"What.. wrong? Nothing. Why. Is there something wrong?" Meredith stammered as she looked at Izzie then quickly looked away.

" Well he just seems different that's all." Izzie said bringing the cup up to her lips.

" Seems fine to me" Meredith said as she stood and left the kitchen in a hurry. If there was anything she wanted to avoid it was that. Meredith headed upstairs to her room and grudgingly got ready for work.

A few days later

Meredith moped around work all day. She missed George. And this new habbit he had taken up of avoiding her at every possible moment only made it worse Somehow he managed to get home when she was already in bed and leave before she woke up. And how he stayed out of her way at work was an even bigger mystery. Meredith had enough. She wanted to see him. Correction needed to see him. Luckily izzie knew his wear about and ratted him out. Meredith found George sitting outside of the hospital. She walked up to him hesitating with every step she took. The minute George saw her he instantly became uncomfortable. As she approached him his body stiffened. He motioned to run away but just as he stood and was about to make his break her hand reached out and caught his arm.

" George, please listen to me," she almost pleaded with him.

"Why? You can't possibly have anything to say to me." He stood up straight trying to back away.

" Your going to have to hear me out one way or the other so it might as well be now." She demanded. As his eyes finally met hers he tried to give her a nasty look but it failed.

" Now listen...I'm sorry ok? I shouldn't have made that mistake..." before she could finish he cut her off sounding angry with her.

" So that's what I am to you. A mistake? Meredith!" He shouted out feeling stupid for his reaction.

" No that's not what I was saying." She couldn't finish because again he cut her off.

" I'm sure its not. I am your mistake after all." He glared down at her.

" Dam it George I'm trying to tell you that I love you." As soon as she blurted it out she released her grip on his arm. She took a couple of steps back with wide eyes. Did I really just say that?