This is my idea of how I would like season five to turn out. I don't own anything to do with Grey's, and I am merely choosing to use my exam leave to do some creative writing about my favourite TV show. I've decided that instead of using chapters for one straight through story, that I'm going to try and use each chapter to concentrate on different character pairings.
This is actually my first attempt at fanfiction, so reviews and comments are much appreciated.
Of Meredith and Derek:
Meredith paced up and down what would soon be her and Derek's hall. He'd only been gone for five minutes, but she was already cold and a little lonely. It was very isolated on the cliff, she thought, finally choosing to settle on the grass in the "living room". It was slightly damp, but Meredith didn't care. Her mind was too set on thinking about kinds of lights that could be put around the house. She didn't even notice the car behind her until the headlights were off and the car door opened. Even then, she didn't acknowledge it. Not until she heard a voice.
"Meredith."
She turned around, to see Derek standing by his 4x4. Great for a fishing enthusiast, not so great for the environment.
"Come and sit in the trailer. It's too cold to sit out here, and it looks like it's going to rain."
Meredith hesitated, she felt rude sitting in the trailer on her own. And it was kind of awkward too. But then again…
"Ok, sure," she replied while getting up off the ground. Derek got back in and had started the ignition before Meredith had reached the car. When she got in, there was just silence. Derek began to drive.
After a minute, Meredith couldn't stand it. The silence was just too much for her to take. Seriously, she had just agreed to a lifetime with this man, and all she got was silence in return. How that worked, Meredith would never know. So, she said the first thing that came into her head.
"Rose… Do you know what you're going to say to Rose?"
Derek opened his mouth to respond, but paused before actually answering. What was he going to say? How could he possibly tell her? This was something Mark would have no problem with. "Think like a man-whore" Derek told himself. Finally, he had an answer for Meredith.
"I'm just going to tell her straight, but nicely."
Just not in Mark's-man-whore-style, in Derek's-un-man-whore-style. Derek smiled to himself. Clearly knowing a man-whore had some benefits, not just of the whorish kind. Derek managed to make Mark's strange habit into something moral, and that gave him a sense of pride. A trace of a dreamy smile was just visible on his face, in the light of the trailer that they were heading for.
As they pulled up, Meredith told Derek how she thought it was fair that he wasn't leaving Rose hanging, and that it's always better to know where you stand with these things. It was only then, as he watched Meredith run for cover through the drizzly rain, that Derek wondered what the hell he was letting himself in for.