Author's note: My first attempt at a greys fic, hope it's not totally rubbish and that you enjoy it :) I have it planned out, so I know where I'm going with this, but school work makes it hard for me to update, but I'll try my best if you would like me to continue. Please review as they make it sooo much easier to find motivation to write :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Grey's Anatomy, though I so wish I did, and I do not own any of the characters, although I may alter how some of them behave for fic purposes.

Love. Everyone wants it. Some never find it. Some live all their life with someone to love. And some, some find it, live it and love it...then have it all snatched away from them just like that. Love makes the world go round? Sometimes. But as Franklin Jones once said, "Love doesn't make the world go round. Love makes the ride worthwhile." This, this is true, this I agree with. But what really gets me...is when that ride breaks down, and you're stuck, stuck dangling with all the blood rushing to your head and your drink down your top. That's where I am. That's me, me with the coke staining my new white dress and my hair caught up in the candyfloss... If you ask me, I'd say Love's a dodgy fairgroud ride....and I HATE fairgroud rides.....

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Meredith let herself fall onto the nurses station seat, completely out of energy and all set to start glaring at the pile of post op notes that were taunting her. She shoved them away so that they were out of her peripheral vision, and just to be on the safe side, she put a plant in front of them, ultimately obscuring her view of them completely. Her whole body was aching, she needed sleep. She fiddled with the heavy ring on her left hand before collapsing forwards, resting her head on her hands and letting out a deep sigh. No sooner had she got about as comfortable as she was likely to get in her current position, then someone rudely started nuzzling into the crook of her neck. She wriggled her shoulders and tried to shove away the persistant neck nuzzler, but still he prevailed. He wasn't going to win this one, no WAY was he getting into her panties tonight, no sex! She was just too tired...but that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun now. After numerous shoves, and a few rather violent shakes, Meredith finally gave up and whirled around. Her stony gaze fell upon those soft dreamy blue eyes. He tilted his head in a way that only he seemed able to pull off, and looked down at her, a quizzical expression on his face.

"What?" Meredith gave him her very best dark glare and folded her arms.

"Oh, nothing, I was just wondering if your tiny ineffectualy fists have taken a leave of absence. Because if so I'm going to need to buy a face guard to protect my perfect face from your ineffectual shoulder shoving. So, tell me Dr Grey...am I going to have to make a trip to the sport store or not? Hmm?" He tried his best to keep a serious face, but Meredith saw that knowing smirk emerging from the corner of his lip, and that mischeivous twinkle in his eye.

She shrugged her tiny ineffectual shoulders, picked up the plant concealing her work and placed it in Derek's hands. With that, she scooped up her notes, brushed past Derek and called over her shoulder,

"I'm sorry Dr Shepard, but I have work to do, can't talk now. Goodbye!" She opened the door on her right, turned in and shut the door behind her, only to find...

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Derek watched Meredith stalk off into the store cupboard with amusement, and, after weighing up his options, he walked purposefully towards said door, and called through,

"Meredith?" He paused to wait for the yelling that would no doubt begin any second. He raised an eyebrow and carried on, amused. "You do realise that you're....charting....in a closest, right?" He paused again, raising an eyebrow and smiling, "now you're just freaking me out Mere. No yelling? I'm coming in!" He composed himself, holding back a snort of laughter, and turned the handle of the door, taking a step into the closet...

Meredith was staring intently at an IV drip, and holding a syringe in one hand, her post op notes in the other. Derek got the impression that she was either a) fighting back the urge to yell at him, or b) fighting back the urge to jump him. Hoping it was the second option, Derek walked forwards and moved his body close to Meredith's. His body breathing in her hair...he delighted in the fact that she tensed her body upwards, moving closer to him. Then, just as she started to turn around, he reached up and grabbed a blanket from the shelf. "Would you look at that? I was looking for one of these! Patient in 214 is a little chilly," he gave a theatrical shiver to prove his point, then gave her his best school boy smirk, "...see you later Dr Grey..." He made to leave, when a small ineffectual fist pounded his back.

"Hey!" Meredith scowled at him, teasing him just how he was teasing her. Waiting for him to make the next move, she waited in anticipation of what was to come.

"So...this work," Derek turned around to face Meredith, "can you do it alone, or do you need a handsome neurosurg-"

Unable to wait till he finished his sentence, she ran forwards and pushed him up against the wall of the cupboard, running her hands through his perfect hair, shivering delightedly as he moved his hands over the skin under her scrub top. He turned her around so he was pinning her against the wall, his hands on either side of her, and her hands running up and down his body, not resting for a second. It was only when during another spin round, when they knocked over a shelf of inturbators, that they finally broke apart. Meredith gazed up at her fiance, moving to touch her ring again, to check it was still there. Ever since he had given it to her, just a few days ago on the land where they were to build their dream house on, she had become paranoid she would do something that a clumsy Meredith like herself would do. Her biggest nightmare was that she would lose it inside a patient, who would then die from... She rambled on in her head until Derek's voice intercepted her train of rambling and made her look up to him again.

"Mer..." He grinned at her, tilting his head and smiling that oh-so-McDreamy smile down at her.

She couldn't help but smile back at him and lean up to kiss him just once more...very quickly...a few more seconds...and a few more....

She was wondering how long she could get away with her 'quick kiss' for, when an oxygen mask fell on her head, jolting her to her senses. They had gone and had a dreamy kiss again, that involved hitting objects and crashing into things...the cupboard's floor was strewn with medical stuff. Her and derek looked at the mess, then back to one another, and burst out laughing....

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"Flowers!" Meredith had barely put her plate of fries and salad down before izzie had thrust a bridal magazine in her face. "Look! These ones are Siroi lilies, and these are, oh i love these ones! They're the November lily! Look at how pretty they are mer!!!" Izzie shoved the magazine further into her space, Meredith saw she was about to launch into a big long speech about flower arrangements, and what she should have for her bouquet, and what flowers should be on the tables...and she really, really, didn't want another flowers speech.

She glanced over at Cristina, who was suturing some grapes, and she merely raised an eyebrow at the grapes, a smirk playing on her lips. Meredith focussed back on the problem of how to shut Izzie up. "Iz! Look, they're lovely, really, very nice...but...i don't DO flowers, okay? How about, I let YOU plan my wedding, hmm? You choose the flowers, the tablecloths, everything down to the colour of nail polish the bridesmaids will be wearing. You do it all...except my dress...I want to choose that, I want to choose the dress that I marry Derek in...apart from that though, it's all you." She held her breath, waiting for the high pitched scream she knew was coming her way.

"OH MY GOD! Seriously? I mean...SERIOUSLY?! This is your wedding mer, and, for you to let me...and..trust me..and...it's just so....THANK YOU! I will not let you down, this is gonna be the best freaking wedding you're ever gonna have!" Izzie beamed from ear to ear, practically glowing.

"Well it's the only one I ever plan on having Iz," Meredith giggled, "it's my happy ever after." She smiled and leaned back in her chair, picking up a fry and popping it into her mouth...

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Cristina held up her shot of tequila, "To Meredith! She's finally getting hitched, dumping us for Mcdroopy...noo...Mcdrainy...what was it again?" She stared at her tequila, hoping it was going to tell her the answer. When it remained silent she carried on with her speech, "Anyway, Meredith is getting married to her McWhatever, and it's all very happy, and I don't really care...I DO like that we all get tequila though! Hey! Did you all know that, that...you can get a mini chair, for like...a dollar?" Everyone burst out laughing, none too sure why they were, but the tequila made everything funny. "Geooorrgyyyy!" Cristina looked over at George, who was sat with his arms folded and head looking down at his line of tequila shots. "Georgyyyy! You're..." Cristina snorted, " you're not still pissed that you're at a hen party are you? It's not like it makes you a girllll or anything...come on bammmbii! Give us a little strip! Do the Bambi monty!" She shimmied at George and burst out laughing, Izzie and Meredith started banging the table, all of them yelling "Bambi, Bambi, strip strip strip!!"

"NO! I'm a guy at a stupid hen party, I'm not gonna strip for you! Why did I have to come anyway?" George sulked and downed another shot.

"'Cos Georgy, you're my George! You're the glue, you hold us together, and you're such a good kisserrr, and it's my last night of freedom so I might wanna kiss a guy, and seeing as we've done it before, despite the fact that it was uncomfortable and I wouldn't want to repeat it, you're a good kisser," Meredith grinned a drunken grin "you're my boy, one of my many boys actually...and I need my boy here on my last night of freedom!" She put on a mock sober/serious face, "Now, suck it up, and show me some muscle Bambi boy!" Everyone cheered and Cristina threw a couple of bills at him.

"FINE!" George stood up on the table they had snagged at Joe's, and signalled for the music to be turned up. Ironically, the Fully Monty theme music came on, George looked over to the Jukebox to see Alex laughing his head off, jeering him on. He downed two more shots and began to shuffle around on the table. Izzie wooped and Cristina and Meredith started dancing around the table, singing and dancing. Meredith climbed up to him and pulled off his T-shirt and put the bunny ears that they had forced upon George, on top of her own head.

"Dance Georgy, dance!" She laughed her adorable laugh and started jumping up and down.

"Mer don't do that! Don't jump, you'll fall, we'll both fall!" George tried to grab her, but she was too far drunk to hear him. She made to jump again, but lost her footing and fell down off the table and onto the floor of the bar.

"Meredith!" He jumped off the table, everyone crowded round her... "Meredith...Mer-" The sounds drowned away and darkness closed in around Meredith, her smile playing around her lips, and her bunny ears lopsided and crushed...

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Meredith opened her bleary eyes slowly. Her head felt ready to explode and her body ached. What had happened? She had been at Joe's...her hen party!! God this must be the worlds worst hangover...but...wait, she had fallen, there had definately been some falling involved, and bunny's...something about bunny's. Bunny's? What the hell? Her brain must be messing with her. She reached out to touch her left hand, praying she hadn't lost it in the fall. Nope, still there, she could feel it wrapped around her finger, safe and at home. She sat up slowly, and took in her surroundings. Sterile walls, heart moniter, Iv drip...the hospital? She was in hospital? How bad was that fall?! She slowly moved her legs so they were hanging over the side of the bed and was about to get up to find Derek when she realised....her hen party... HER HEN PARTY! She was supposed to be getting married today! What the hell was she doing in hospital! She was about to take out the wires connected to her, when he walked in. Derek, her Derek.

"Derek! Oh my god! I'm so so so sorry, look, I'll just get Tyler to discharge me then I'll run to the Church, don't worry, everything will be fine. We are going to get married today!" She flung her arms around him and breathed in his scent, and for a moment Derek took her in too, then pushed her back and laid her down on the bed. "Derek? What are you doing?" She made to encircle her arms around him again, but he moved back, his face a mixture of pain, longing, and confusion. "Derek..."

"What are you on about Meredith? You're married, to Finn, don't you remember your own wedding day?" He laughed scornfully. He looked at her chart, you're recovering well from the car crash, should be out in a day or so. I think you just have temporary concussion...any questions?" He didn't look at her, just wrote a few notes down on a chart and shut it abruptly.

"Car crash? I wasn't in a car crash Derek, why are you saying these things?" Her body was shaking now, everything was falling apart...why was everything falling apart? "What's happened? Why are you being like this? It's our wedding day, I was drinking, my hen party...I fell....what happened?" Meredith felt tears prick at her eyes. "Finn? Why would I be married to him when I'm marrying you? Wait, who the hell is Finn?!! But...our happy ending Derek, why aren't we getting our happy ending?" Tears fell freely down her cheeks, her mind a muddle of thoughts.

"Seriously? You don't remember? We WERE going to get married, three years ago. Then, you fell. You fell and freaked out, you changed, you didn't love me anymore and you just. You changed Meredith. You changed." Meredith could see the pain in his eyes, she had hurt him, so badly. Derek continued talking, "You became your mother, career obsessed, you became the woman you never wanted to be. Then you met Finn and 'fell in love'," he practically spat out those three words. "So, no, Meredith, we are not married, and we did not get our 'happy ending'." With that he stalked out of the room, leaving Meredith to sob into her pillow....