This is my first fanfic so bear with me.

Meredith knew that he would choose Addison. I mean could she blame him? The way her red hair draped down to her shoulders and her pale but gorgeous face glowed when he was around her. She was just down right beautiful. Then there was Meredith, her brown hair, all messy and not straight like Addison's. So why should she be shocked not to see him walk through the door at Joe's. Why should she feel upset? Because no matter whom he chose, she still had very deep feelings for him. He made her feel special, like she was the only girl in the entire world made for him. But that fantasy didn't last very long. She knew it would crash and burn sooner or later.

"Hey, Mer…you ok? You look down." Joe poured her another tequila and washed out some more shot glasses.

"I'm fine, I got my tequila."

"McDreamy?" It's like Joe knew what she was thinking. She nodded her head as she downed the shot of tequila. "What did he do this time?"

"It's what he didn't do." Joe looked confused. "He didn't show up."

"Oh, well the night is still young, my friend."

"I doubt he will though."

"Meredith, you're a gorgeous woman. You don't need him to tell you that." He winked then went back to washing the left over dishes. The door suddenly swung open but no McDreamy. Meredith turned back to her tequila and sighed. In her drunken stupor, she got up (but had to hold onto the table for balance) and gave Joe a $20.

"See you tomorrow, Joe." Joe looked at her and waved his usual "goodbye" wave. She stumbled toward the door and as she opened it, she fell right into Derek's arms.

"Hello," he said in a calm voice. Meredith felt a chill go down her spine. He came for her, he chose her, he picked her, he loved her. Not Addison, and that made Meredith smile. "Are you drunk?" Meredith laughed a little too hard.

"Just a little, not a whole lot though," she slurred. Derek rolled his eyes.

"Where are your keys, I'm driving you home."

"They are…in my," she snapped her fingers trying to think, "back pocket! That's right I put them in my back pocket." So he reached in her back pocket and grabber her keys.

"Why do I love you so much?" It was a rhetorical question but she still answered.

"Ummm…I dunno. Why, Derek?" she giggled. Alright let's get you home.

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