You are Mine.
Summary: Derek and Meredith have been friends since they were both eight years old. As they grow older, they experience many new adventures together. They finish High School, and are not sure what to do if they never see each other again. They promise to see each other again, and talk like they always have. Will they be able to? -AU and Merder-
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy, and I am boring a few lines from Juno. (Which is a great movie. You should go watch it.)
Prologue:
May 15, 2000
Meredith Grey looks at the huge brown house in front of her. She notices how the brick covers the outside of the house; she sees the sidewalk going from the driveway to the front door and the three car garage. She turns around, and sees the other houses near hers and notices they all look the same. Every one of the houses have the same color brick, the same three car garage, and the same long sidewalk. She looks down to her feet and sighs. She already misses her other simple home, the one that didn't look like all the others, the one where all her friends came and visited her. And although her mother promised her that she was going to be able to see her old friends, she knows that she won't. Sure her mother, also, promised her that she was going to make new friends, but she doesn't want to. Meredith sighs again, as she lifts her head, and turns back to her new house. She starts the long walk up to the front door. She slowly opens the door, and then runs up to her room.
Meredith Grey was upset. Anyone would be able to tell, even before she ran up the stairs yelling how much she hated this new house, how she wanted to go back to Boston. She missed her friends. Kimber Grey watched as her eight year old daughter ran up the stairs like her life depended on it. Kimber turned to her husband Scott, who was putting a box down in the kitchen. Scott could tell the look on her face, it showed grief, remorse, and pain.
"Kimber, it's going to be okay you know that, right?"
"I'm not so sure." Kimber said as she sat down on their new couch, placing her head in her hands. "Mere hates it here."
"She's an eight year old. Of course she is going to hate it here. She doesn't understand the concept of change just yet. And she misses her friends, but she will make new ones." Scott said, sitting down beside his wife, letting his hand rest solely on her back, rubbing small circles as he kissed her temple softly. "It's going to be okay. Just wait. I love you."
"Yeah, I love you too." Kimber said, as she lifted her head from her hands, and looked at her husband, gratefully.
"What should we do until then? Until everything gets better." Kimber said, looking at her husband, and then around the living room where everything still needed to be un-packed.
"We should…finish putting boxes in the kitchen, then we go up to her room and confront her about it. How does that sound?" Scott said, as he looked at his wife, smiling.
"You're probably right." Kimber said, standing up off the couch.
"Oh I'm definitely right, you know that. I'm always right." He said.
Kimber laughed loudly, putting her hand over her heart as she looked at her husband. "You are hardly right." She said, closing her eyes. As she closed her eyes, Scott grabbed a pillow and hit her with it. "No you just didn't." She said, as she grabbed a pillow.
"Oh I think I did." He said, and they began their pillow fight. Smiling, laughing, and being happy – something the whole family would be feeling soon.
