Summary: This story's MerMark. they're both in college and after a one night stand Meredith get pregnant. Normal story. Rated T. I'm really bad at summaries so yeah. Read and reveiw. Oh, i'm still going to continue No regrets, i just started this.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. If i did, i would be somewhere far away from NJ (:

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Meredith Grey stood on her half of the room in her dorm. The place had become her home the past five months and she was just starting to like it here. She pulled on her jeans and a camisole, like it was any other day. Except, it was far from it. The whit plastic stick with the little pink plus sign was freaking mocking her. It just wouldn't go away.

It had been one stupid night filled with tequila shots and inappropriate sex with an inappropriate guy. Stupid college parties. She shouldn't even been at this certain one, she was only a freshman and supposed to be focusing on school at the moment. Apparently not. Quickly scribbling her roommate a note, Meredith walked out of her dorm room. It was easy to get off of campus; her dorm building was close to the exit. Meredith held her breath when she stepped into the college bar. Granted, she was eighteen and could royally screw herself over for being in there, but it had to be done.

There he was, just sitting there with his friends, like everything was perfectly fine. He took a chug of his beer and he saw Meredith. Quickly, he fixed his gaze on some hot slut that was standing by her. Typical, Meredith rolled her eyes. It took all her bravery too walk over there, but she did it. "I need to talk to you." Meredith ignored what his friends were saying.

"Yeah, okay," he shrugged, slightly pissed that eh couldn't go talk to the hot slut from before. "What, Grey? Weren't you the one to say it was only a one time thing? I would be glad to continue it though" He smirked at her.

"You are a complete asshole," Meredith shook her head at him. Mark Sloan was asshole, Meredith had no doubt about that. "Can you be serious for once?" She mumbled.

"Chill out," he laughed. "Damn, someone hasn't gotten laid in a while." He flashed his smile at her. No doubt that he expected her to fall for it.

"First of all, you don't know me. Second of all, never mind about what I was going to tell you. And thirdly, can you attempt to act like a normal person instead of a fucking man whore, like you're a senior in high school? Thanks." Meredith ran out of the bar, slightly embarrassed and mad at herself for not telling him that he's going to be a father in seven months.

Meredith walked through her door and saw her roommate sitting on her bed, finishing a paper on her laptop. "Hey."

Cristina Yang looked up, "Hey, where were you?"

"Uh, library," she lied and cristina raised an eyebrow at her. "Okay, honestly, I was at the bar across the street telling off Mark Sloan. Now, I feel like an idiot for doing it and beyond embarrassed."

"Why?" She laughed. "I'm guessing there were a lot of older guys there too. So, now your noticed by hot seniors and graduate students. Oh yeah, just terrible."

"Shut up, Cris," Meredith smiled and walked over to her desk, completely forgetting that the pregnancy test was still there. "If I tell you something, promise you wont tell anyone."

"I am your best friend, Meredith," cristina rolled her eyes, like most responses she gave had ended with.

"Well, uh," She sighed, "Alright, I'm just going to say it, then you can be all judgmental, like you always are-"

"Meredith!" She laughed.

"Mark Sloan got me pregnant seven weeks ago," she blurted out. The, she quickly covered her mouth thinking that that could have gone so much better. "God, I am such an idiot."

"Yes, you are," Cristina nodded. "God, how much tequila did you have that night?" Cristina proceeded to shut her laptop and stand up. "Were going for a walk. I don't care if it's almost eleven. Move, woman."

"Okay, okay," she nodded, and for the second time that night, she walked out of her dorm building. "Can you please yell at me or something. I feel so stupid at the moment."

"Mer," Cristina shrugged. "You screwed up, it happens." Surprisingly, Cristina was acting extremely supportive. It was slightly scary. Correction, it was very scary.

"Cris, are you feeling all right?" Meredith genuinely smiled for the first time that whole day. "This really isn't like you."

"Yeah, I know. It's really weird." She shrugged. "So, how did it happen? I mean, I saw you when we first got to that party."

"Mom, you promised this time you and Richard would deffinately be able to visit. I haven't seen you in a while, you know," Meredith groaned walking to a party that she was invited to that night.

"Meredith, we'll just have to reschedule. There is a very important surgery and I need to be there. Your step father wants to be there too, but-"

"Yeah I know, important surgery right? I'll call you when I free," She slammed her phone shut and shoved it in her pocket, then proceeded to walk inside. She directly walked into the room with all the hard alcohol. She reached for the tequila bottle, but someone beat her to it.

"Sorry, I guess we're both fan of tequila," the older guy smirked at her.

"I guess so, but really, who could blame us," Meredith smiled. This guy looked to be just about perfect. Blonde hair and his eyes were intoxicating.

"Well, I think you should have a few shots with me. I mean, why not? Since we both like the same drink, of course."

"Alright," she nodded and they walked to the back of the house and out to the porch. There a few people out there, hanging out; Some were smoking.

"So, I'm Mark by the way," he poured two shots into sixteen ounce cups as best he could. They both shot them back.

"Meredith," she replied, holding out her cup for more of her poison. After three more of these shot, Mark laughed. "What?"

"You. You are the only chick I know that can take four shot of tequila without hitting the floor."

"Well, what can I say," she shrugged. "Tequila's my vice. It has been throughout high school and now, obviously it's going to be the same thing through college."

"Is that such a bad thing?" he smirked.

"No," she laughed. "It's really not."

"So, I just got caught up in the moment, I guess," Meredith shrugged, coming back form the flashback. "I told him it was a one time thing and I just fell into bed with him. It was bad." Meredith shook her head.

"Whoa, sex with McSteamy was bad?" Cristina stopped in her tracks.

"No, sex with McSteamy was amazing. Wait, McSteamy? I thought you stopped Mc'ing people. What happened?" Meredith laughed, attempting to forget about her situation.

"Sorry, just look at him," Cristina shrugged. "So, what are you going to do about the Mcbaby?"

"I don't know yet. I'm only eighteen and a freshman in college. I still have to talk to McAsshole tomorrow. And yes, that's his McNickname for now."

"All right, let's head back home."