Hi everyone! Okay, I know it's been a while since I've written anything, and I know this isn't anything you guys have been following, but I was thinking about this today randomly, and this is an idea that I got from my friend Cassandra (.net/~cassandradarling) and I love her for letting me use this!

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"Here are the labs, Dr. Shepherd," Lexie Grey said, handing the paperwork to her half-brother-in-law.

"You know you can call me Derek now, Little Grey," Derek Shepherd said with his signature smirk, as he took the papers from her and quickly scanned it. "Prep the patient for surgery after I'm done," he kindly ordered, anxiously running his hand through his mess of curls and heading inside the patient's room to talk to the parents of the ten-year-old little girl he was about to operate on.

Lexie watched him go, yet again realizing why they all called him McDreamy. She completely understood why they called him McSteamy – no one knew Mark like Lexie did – underneath his pure sex appeal was a heart, but no one understood. But Derek, Derek was kind to everyone, his patients, his fellow surgeons, his scrub nurses, and his lab technicians. The perfect white teeth and the hot mess of curls also didn't hurt his charm. What she wouldn't give to just run her hands through his hair, gripping his muscles… A shiver went down her spine as she shook her head, checking one of her other patient's charts. What was she doing? She had this great boyfriend and now she was fantasizing about her sister's husband?

Lexie remembered the fateful night in the bar when she had met him, much like Meredith had met him three years earlier. He had turned her down, which was fine, of course, but somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered why. Was she not pretty enough for a man like him? She finally had understood when she had met him in the hospital on her disastrous first day of her intern year. But things had quickly crumbled between Meredith and Derek, so she quickly learned, and that stupid question popped up again – why had he turned her down?

"Lexie? Have you heard anything I just said?"

"W-What?" Lexie stuttered, whipping around to see Derek staring curiously down at her.

"Did you hear anything I said?"

"No… sorry," she admitted. He laughed, handing her the chart for the girl.

"Prep her for surgery… I'll meet you down in the OR and you can scrub in," he said, walking off with a wink. Lexie blushed inadvertently. Derek hadn't been flirting with her – she had seen him with Meredith enough times to know how he charmed a woman. But now, all she could wish was that he had been flirting with her.


"Great work today, Little Grey," Derek said as they stood together in the scrub room, washing their hands of the hours of work that they had just accomplished together.

"It's not Little Grey," Lexie said sharply, as she switched off the faucet, drying her hands. "It's Lexie."

"What?" Derek asked, surprised by her outburst. She had never minded him calling her that before. "Everything okay?" He asked, concerned. It startled him, however, when she pressed her hands to the sides of his face and kissed him, running her fingers through his curls, just as she had fantasized.

It was surprising, kissing Little Grey. Derek had kissed many girls after he grew out of the awkward band geek stage during high school. And once he moved to Seattle, there was Meredith, Addison, and Rose. And now Lexie. Her lips were different, unfamiliar, but not in a bad way – simply different. Her skin was as soft as rose petals, her skin smelling of lavender.

"Lexie," he said, gently pushing her away after a moment of that kiss.

"Why wasn't I good enough?"

"What? When? You were great today." Lexie sighed, tears brimming in the corner of her eyes out of sheer embarrassment and disappointment.

"Never mind," she said, yanking off her scrub cap, tossing it in the bin, and marching out of the room, slamming the door behind her, leaving a very confused Derek behind.


Derek wandered down the halls, his surgeries done for the day and soon to be heading home to his wife who was still resting after her liver transplant. Something kept him at the hospital though, as he wandered through the familiar faces, weaving in and out of the familiar doors. Somehow he found himself in the resident lounge, where Lexie was sitting dejectedly on one of the benches. She looked up and quickly looked away, wiping the lone tear from her eye, a hard line set in her mouth.

"Forget it, Derek," she said, standing up and crossing her arms.

"You were never not good enough," Derek said simply, moving over to her. Lexie turned to him, confusion on her face.

"It wasn't that you weren't good enough… just I was in love with Meredith, Lexie." He took a step closer to her. "You are beautiful, and talented, and just as good as your sister. And maybe, if I had met you first, you would be the one that I would be married to. But… I'm in love with Meredith, and that love only comes around once. You and Mark… I may not have been happy about it, but he loves you so much." Lexie nodded, her curiosities finally laid to rest. It was vain and silly of her, but she was pleased to know that she was good enough for the famed McDreamy.

The doors to the residents lounge opened as the regular workday was over. Derek reached out his arms for a hug and Lexie embraced him back, pleased that her silly fantasies from this morning had disappeared.

"See you at home, Little Grey?" Derek asked with a grin.

"See you there, Dr. Shepherd."