A/N: Well, this whole idea and concept has probably been done before. Most likely, too many times. But I thought I would post this anyway. I have the chapters following this planned out and I promise I will bring some original ideas and events that might hopefully keep you interested. I'd appreciate it if you left a review as I'd like to know if anyone would in fact even be interested in reading this fic. Ideas, comments, criticism (Please, make sure it's constructive) will all be accepted. Thanks :] And, I hope you like it!

Truth

Seattle, 2004.

Her eyes opened and she squinted, adjusting to the incredibly bright sunlight that was illuminating the room. For a second she wondered if the scattered memories of the previous night had in fact been real and not just some interesting dream she had conjured in her state of unconsciousness. Her eyes darted to the floor and she winced slightly. Oh, it had been real. Grabbing the faded blue blanket that was covering the man who was lying asleep on the cool, wooden floorboards of her house, she wrapped it around her own naked frame. Maybe tequila hadn't been the best choice, she cringed.

Picking up a square pillow, she dropped it on the naked man who had yet to wake up. The force of the light object, pulling him from his sleep. His eyes slowly opened and a state of confusion set in. He picked up the black bra that had been left next to him only a few hours earlier.

"This is, ah-"

"Humiliating, on so many levels," the blonde woman finished, taking her bra from the mans possession. "You have to go." He had to go.

The man's blue eyes took in the woman's features. Without the alcohol running freely through his blood, the woman was even more attractive than he had previously realized, if that was in fact possible.

"Why don't you just come down here and we'll pick up from where we left off." He couldn't help himself.

"No, seriously. You have to go," she answered quickly, tossing the man his pants. "I'm late."

"So, you actually live here?" He sounded surprised. Curious and surprised.

"No..." She was not about to go into details.

"Oh."

"Well, yes. Kind of," she nodded as she searched for something to say.

"Oh," he repeated, this time laced with much more confusion. "It's nice... A little dusty, but nice." He was being polite.

"You know what? We don't have to do the thing..." she explained with a hint of smile.

"We can do anything you want." He grinned at the woman in front of him and picked up his shirt before putting it on.

"No, the thing. Exchange details, pretend we care. Look, I'm going to go upstairs and take a shower and when I get back down here, you won't be here." She said it in all seriousness but her lips had formed a smile, making the whole conversation lighter and much more pleasant than in some cases it was sure to have been. "So um, goodbye..." She suddenly realized that she didn't even know the man's name. Only seconds earlier he had been lying naked on her floor and she couldn't even remember what his name was. She searched her brain for something, anything that could be right. "Um..."

"Derek," he finished for her. His lips curved upwards to form a smile. A smile that in any other situation would have made the woman's heart literally skip a beat. Now though, she just blushed, completely embarrassed about the situation they were in.

"Derek," she repeated with a smile. "Right. Meredith." She said accepting the hand Derek had extended to her. He used her hand to pull himself closer to Meredith, before she dropped his hand and wrapped the blanked firmly around her body.

"Meredith." And there he went with the smile again. Damn, he was good looking. "Nice meeting you."

"Bye, Derek," she said, letting out the faintest of giggles. She turned away from Derek and made her way quickly up the stairs, leaving the man with wavy, dark brown hair behind.

Seattle, 2009.

"You know, he's starting today," Cristina Yang, a resident at Seattle Grace hospital told her friend as they both walked into the cafeteria.

"Who is?" the blonde answered, her eyes set on a chocolate muffin displayed on the counter a few meters ahead.

"Seriously, Meredith? Doctor Shepherd? The new Head Of Neuro."

"Oh right," Meredith answered. "I didn't realize that was today."

"How could you not? I know and the only thing I am concerned about is Cardio," Cristina said sharply as she grabbed herself a tray to carry her lunch on.

"I did know," she assured her. "I just wasn't aware he was starting today. Because unlike you, I have patients who I focus my attention on," Meredith teased her best friend with a grin.

They both made their way over to a spare table, Meredith with her muffin and Cristina holding the tray which she had placed a can of coke and a slice of pizza on. Sitting down, Meredith took a bite. She was starving and it felt more than good to finally be able to put something in her stomach.

Both women's attention turned to their friend who sat down next to them, a smile brightly lighting up her face.

"Have you seen him yet?" Izzie spoke in an overly bubbly voice.

"Who?" the two women both asked in sync.

"Doctor Shepherd! The new Head Of Neuro!"

"Don't go crazy on me. Meredith didn't even remember he was starting today," Cristina replied taking a large bite of her pizza.

"And you claim to specialize in Neuro," Izzie said with a smile, shaking her head. "I wonder what made him leave his practice in New York..." Izzie thought out loud.

"The head of a department isn't something I'd ever turn down," Cristina remarked.

"Crap," Meredith muttered, feeling her pager vibrate against her hip. "It's the chief," she explained standing up. "I'll see you guys later," she said to the two surgeons before she hurried away, her muffin still in hand, unable to part with it just yet.

Meredith had a lot on her mind lately and she'd been too busy to even think about the new surgeon starting at the hospital she had worked in for almost six years. He was apparently amazing and now that she had been reminded, she was instantly excited to meet the man. She'd chosen her specialty over two years ago and she was eager to learn as much as possible from the man who would soon be her boss.

Taking another bite of the baked good, she then dropped it in the bin that was located at the Nurses bay. Getting on to the elevator, she dug her hands in her pockets and waited as the numbers lit up with every floor she passed. Stepping off the elevator, she made her way to the Chief Of Surgery, Richard Webber's office. She wasn't normally paged to his office and it made her surprisingly nervous. She didn't have much time to wonder about it though, as before long she was steps away from the open door that connected the Chief of Surgery's office to the corridor.

"Doctor Grey," the Chief smiled, standing up as Meredith walked in.

She wasn't sure if she managed to mumble a reply to her superior as her attention had immediately been centralized on the man standing next to the Chief, whom which she had instantly recognized.

"This is Doctor Shepherd. The new Head Of Neuro," the Chief began, completely delirious to the fact that Meredith's wide eyes hadn't left the man beside him.

Derek flashed her a smile, one that she recognized all too well. It had been years since she had seen the man in front of her and still, she could recall every feature that constructed his face.

"Nice to meet you, Doctor Grey," he smiled knowingly as he extended his hand.

Meredith stood there for much too long, she was sure, without moving a muscle. "Oh, um... Nice to meet you too," she said shaking the surgeon's hand as she snapped back into reality.

"Well, Doctor Shepherd has a case he needs some assistance on. And I thought it would be a perfect time for you two to get acquainted," Richard explained.

"Thank you," Meredith managed to answer, averting her eyes from Derek's.

Derek repeated Meredith's words of thanks and he walked from the office, Meredith following behind. They started their way down the hall before Derek suddenly turned, taking them both into an empty stairwell.

"Oh my God," Meredith stuttered, the words escaping her lips quickly. She couldn't breathe, she actually felt like she couldn't breathe. "Oh my God," she repeated.

Derek looked at the woman in front of him. She was clearly shocked, to the point that it looked like she was about to start hyperventilating. He smiled, an attempt to comfort her.

"It's good to see you again," Derek said simply, his eyes focused on Meredith. Her hair was longer and hung in loose curls, but she still looked the same as she had when they had met years ago. She was even more beautiful, Derek couldn't help but take note, than the last time he had laid eyes on her.

"Oh my God..." Meredith mumbled again, her eyes meeting the floor.

"Calm down, don't worry. I won't say anything," Derek assured her, his head far closer to hers than she would have liked. "I won't tell anyone that you took advantage of me," he joked lightly.

Her eyes instantly darted up from the floor.

"What? I so did not take advantage of you!" she answered probably a little too defensively.

"I was drunk and good looking and you took advantage," Derek answered, a smug grin planted on his face.

"You are not that good looking." She wondered if she actually sounded at all convincing.

"Are you married?" he asked, completely taking her by surprise.

"What!?"

"Single...?" his voice sounded hopeful.

"You're being inappropriate, Doctor Shepherd," Meredith told him. She did not want to do this right now.

Derek shrugged. "Derek, you can call me Derek. And I was just wondering."

"Well, stop it," she said quickly.

"So, it's probably not the best time to ask you out then...?" Derek answered, with a smile that Meredith wished she could wipe off his face. He was trying to be all funny and this, this situation was so not funny.

"I didn't even answer you're question before."

"So, you're not single?"

"No, I am. But that's not the-" Meredith stopped, realizing what he had just done. "No, Doctor Shepherd. No, I will not go out with you."

Derek smiled, he was enjoying this far too much for her liking. "Well, I still think it's fate. I mean, what are the chances?"

"What?" She really couldn't believe what he was getting at. "This right now, this is just a coincidence."

Meredith rested her elbows on the thin railing that lined the stairs, resting her head in her hands.

"This is so not happening," she wished out loud.

"Meredith, don't worry. I'll stop with the joking," Derek began. "It's been years, no one has to know," he assured her. "It'll be fun, kind of like our own little secret."

Meredith stood up, her eyes finding the pools of blue that were darting into hers.

"I do not need any more secrets, thank you very much, Doctor Shepherd," she answered, her voice cold. This was her attempt at hiding emotion. She did that, she pretended like she didn't care about things when in reality she was feeling the exact opposite. "I will see you later," she told him turning around and walking up the stairs. The fact that right now she was supposed to be working with Derek, completely slipping her mind.

This wasn't supposed to be happening. Derek had probably forgotten about her, never thought a single thing about her since they had last seen each other. It had been different for her though. Meredith had been reminded of him nearly every single day since the man had left her house years earlier. To him, it had been a one night stand. Emotionless, no string attached. Something that was supposed to be fun. Hot, meaningless sex. And it had seemed that it had been exactly that, for a while at least. But things had changed. Meredith had been forced to change. And here she was, years later and still the presence of the man she had slept with one drunken night, was constantly with her. Surprisingly though, she didn't regret it, despite the fact she could feel tears sting her eyes and she was heading up the stairs with no destination in mind. That one night she'd spent with Derek had given her the most important thing in her life. Even if she hadn't planned it, it had happened.

And every moment she was able to spend with her daughter, was the happiest of her life.