This is a kind of new story I'm starting, based on an older one that I had written about Derek losing his virginity. Now, you're probably thinking this is like my Young Lovers story, but this will be different! It starts out as Derek in first person, present moment, and will go into some flashbacks, and return to present time again. Confused? Hope not!
There may be a bit more angst than normal in my other fics, but as always, there will be lots of good hot loving!
The title is based on the song by Bon Jovi, "Make a Memory", which I always thought was perfect for a Mer/Der story. I've come to the conclusion on the show, I'm just not going to have any expectations for the two of them and maybe I won't be so disappointed every week. And in my fics, they always get together, so I'll just be happy in my own little fic world LOL.
Hope you join me in this story!
Disclaimer: Don't own Greys or the characters, but if I did, the show would be vastly different!
As I take my plate to the sink, and look out the window, I can see it's raining. The rain, always rain… bringing back memories of making sweet love in the rain…with Meredith. She loves the rain. Rain…Meredith…the memories swirl in my mind, as I sip my coffee and try to understand how my life has come to this point. Being in love with a married woman….
She wasn't always married, of course, and especially not that summer we had together, when I was eighteen. No, that summer seemed endless, ripe with possibilities for the future, and I was naïve enough to believe things would never change. She was older than I, home from college to take care of her mother, and things, well, things have a way of happening between Meredith and myself. But I'm getting ahead of the story.
I take my coffee cup and go sit outside on the little porch of my trailer, feeling the damp invade my soul. I take the picture out of my shirt pocket, and stare at it for a few minutes. She's laughing, carefree, giving me that look as I took the picture – the look that always ignited the sparks between us. The picture is worn and dog-eared, from being in my pocket or my wallet so many years. With a sad smile, I slip it back into my pocket.
She has just been here to see me, and try to explain why her husband suddenly came back into her life. The husband she somehow didn't mention to me when we met again after being apart for six years. He cheated on her with a friend of hers, and she ran. Right into me again. She said I was like coming up for air after drowning. That she needed me. But she couldn't throw away her marriage, without giving it another chance.
We shared a bottle of wine, and we talked, as she tried to make me understand. I wanted to be strong and noble, and send her away, as she fumbled with her keys, as if trying to think of a reason not to leave. The sight of her tear-streaked face was too overwhelming, and I picked her up and took her back to my bed instead.
It was a bittersweet lovemaking, full of passion, but fueled with regret. I caressed her familiar curves, and kissed her lips, sliding into her slick heat, and it felt like it should never end. From somewhere in the tangle of discarded clothes, her cell phone started ringing, but I didn't have to ask to know who it was. It brought an end to the intimate moments we were sharing, and before I could stop her, she slipped from my bed and left me.
The other problem is that she's one of my bosses now at Seattle Grace Hospital, another thing I have to deal with. She's Meredith Grey, an up and coming neurosurgeon, and I'm Derek Shepherd, lowly first year intern. And I'm in love with her….
I dug up this old photograph
Look at all the hair we had
It's bittersweet to hear you laugh
Your phone is ringing, I don't wanna ask
If you go now, I'll understand
If you stay, hey, I got a plan
You wanna make a memory
You wanna steal a piece of time
You could sing a melody to me
And I could write a couple lines
You wanna make a memory