A/N: Aye folks: Here is the deal. This is actually an adaption of a movie. I won't tell you what the movie is called since that might spoil the fun but some of you might know it. To fit it in I had to take some slight changes:

Mark and Derek were never best friends. I hate that option but I didn't find a way around that. Addison and Meredith are sisters. They moved in with the chief when Meredith was 8 and Derek was 13 years old. Izzie and Cristina are friends.

Please try to go with it... thank you

Disclaimer: If I owned GA I would be rich... But I'm not. What does that tell you?

Today

Black... for Derek it was the most fitting color he could have worn today. He felt black. On the outside he was the sophisticated, handsome and successful surgeon. A man that made his family proud. A son, that made a father brag and mother do almost everything to get their daughters to meet them. He was the friggin american dream.

On the inside, he was nothing. He was black. An empty hole.

When he looked out of the window he could see his mother fussing and whirling around to get everything in place. Sydney was nowhere to be seen. Derek figured that she was probably getting ready. Prepping... babying herself to be ready on time. She had every right to do that. Wasn't the wedding day supposed to be the most exciting day in the live of a young woman?

Sydney was everything a man could wish for. Pretty, smart and bubbly in a way that made you think of a ... very happy person. She celebrated her own success – beeing one of the residents in the state of Washington. And obviously ready to give everything in their upcoming marriage.

There were only two people Derek despised more in this very moment. Mark Sloan and Meredith Grey.

It wasn't like he wanted to hate Meredith. He just couldn't help himself. What she did was unforgiveable and it disgusted him everytime he thought of it. She married somebody she was not supposed to. Mark. As Derek thought of his name he had to take another swing of Scotch. But the thought of the man remained lingering in his thoughts and gave him a bitter taste in his mouth, no scotch could ever wash away.

„Sir..."

The voice was so low that he almost didn't hear it. Savoy, a servant in Chief Webbers house was standing halfway in his room. He was fidging and obviously nervous. Derek couldn't blame him – the poor man was just waiting to get a full temper tantrum thrown at him. It wouldn't have been the first time in the last few month.

„What?" Even thought he tried to, he didn't manage to keep the 'being bugged' part entirely out of his voice.

Savoy fidget a little more, which really started to get Derek in an even pissier mood and cleared his throat.

„Mrs. Ellis Grey has asked me to tell you... well.. he asked ... if you ... if you would be so kind to visit her before the wedding ceremony. She is too weak to attend herself, but she wanted to talk to you before... everything takes place."

Derek thought about it for a minute but didn't find a convincing reason not to go. The woman had been kind to him. She always had treated him like a son, even after... she had somebody else for that.

He gave a short nod and motioned Savoy to leave. He took the last swing out of his scotch glass, run his hand a last time through his hair and went to the house next door.

He found her sitting in a swinging chair on her backporch. She was looking into the small garden, her expression somewhat dreaming but she smiled when he put his hand on her arm.

„Ellis" he said carefully. She didn't have the destroyed expression, he had seen most of the time since she returned from New York, anymore. But she didn't like very content either.

„So...you are getting married." She said softly.

„Yes.."

„I would have never figured that you would go for a woman like Sydney. Even though she has her charms. And the whole, beeing pure stuff helps to." Ellis made a disposing gesture and Derek couldn't help but chuckle.

„Are you happy Derek?" The question caught him off-guard and at first he didn't know how to answer. He wasn't, he didn't have to think about that. But what was happines anyways.

„In a way." Ellis nodded at his answer without letting him know if she was satisfied with it.

„I was very happy when Mark became part of our family. He has been so good... so kind to us. Did you know that he managed everything when..."

Dereks stomach clenched. But he didn't know if the name of Sloan or the tears in the eyes of the older woman were responsible for that.

„I need to leave Ellis. I need to get ready. The wedding will be soon." Ellis nodded absently. She was back in her own little world.

And for him it was time to return into his.

And then it happened. He met her. He was halfway out of the house when her voice rang behind him.

„Derek..." He stood still for the shortest moment. Imagining that her saying his name was a good thing. That it ment they were in love. And together. Happy. But then the cold and hard truth hit him again. She wasn't his. And she never really had been.

„Meredith..."

He saw the sadness in her face. It made him happy that him being cold could still hurt her. And then he hated himself for wanting to hurt her.

She was standing on top of the stairs, looking down at him. She was beautiful as ever and he sucked the sight of her in as if his life depended on it.

Despite himself.. even though he knew better he started to walk up the stairs. Faced her. Breathed her in.

She took a step closer and Derek could actually feel slight arousel, just by smelling the lavender scent of her hair.

Beeing painfully close, she looked at him. Almost shy:" You have forgotten me?"

She started circling him, looking at him from every angle.
„You don't want to see me? You don't want to meet me..."

Getting even closer, she manage a small smile... a knowing smile that upset him:
„But you do want to touch me!"

A mix made out of shame and disgust took place in his stomach. How dared she talking to him like that? How dared she talking to him at all?

„Don't you have any shame?.Even thought you're married, you speak like this." He knew he sounded like a very old person. Like being married matter in the ... matters of the sheets. Just now. It mattered.

Smiling she took his comment in. Like he complimented her on something. Like her marriage was a good thing.

„It's because I'm married I have no shame and no fear. Everything of you..." Her hand on his chest was the last straw. It felt like it burned his chest. He pushed her away and started walking down the steps.

„Someone who betrays her husband A shameless and infidel woman - that's what you are!"

She collapsed on the stairs. Her face full of hurt and confusion. Good... she knew now how it felt. She deserved it. It was her fault he was pushed into a marriage he didn't want. It was her fault that he was black.