A/N: Okay, so if you are a follower of mine, you will know I have about a hundred other stories that I haven't updated. And it's probably annoying that I am starting yet another one. But I just had to write this! And I have some other MerDer stories that I will post soon. And I promise I won't leave you hanging about the other stories, because I know I am ALWAYS so annoyed when I am reading a story and then get to the last chapter that is like a cliff-hanger or something and I look at the update date and realize they haven't updated in like, 2 years. And when I made my account I promised I wouldn't be that author. So I'm keeping that promise, and if you are a reader of my other stories, just be patient. I'm working on a new chapter for each one AT THIS VERY MOMENT. I am staring at my collection of opened files that have half-finished chapters in them. I be serious. Anyways, I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but I decided this would be a cool place to end it. (Well, cool for me, horrible for you :P) Also, if you would rather have longer chapters but slower updates, let me know. And I will do my best to to long chapters and fast updates, but I can't make any promises. Also, if you have any ideas for the story, like always, I would love to hear from you. PMs are especially nice :) I love chatting with other writers and readers. Anyways, if you have read all of this, you are fantastic. So, quoting (sort of) Derek Sheperd: Today is a beautiful day to write stories! Hehe. Fan girl in me wrote that part. :)

She sighed, and slowly started jumping around.

"This is so stupid," she thought. Then she started getting into it. She shook her hair, and waved her arms, and spun in circles, and didn't care how stupid it was. This was great!

"You know, I'm gonna tell him. I'm gonna tell him I don't want him to see other people."

"Good!" Cristina absently replied.

"I'm gonna tell him, and I feel good about it!" She continued.

"Dancing makes you brave!" Cristina encouraged.

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Izzie was ranting to George, and he was complaining, when she heard the doorbell ring. She waited a moment to see if one of the girls' would get it, but they obviously didn't even hear it, based on the fact that they were still bouncing around in Mer's room. She sighed, and walked down the hall.

"Sure, I'll get it, no problem," she muttered.

She reached the door, and opened it, and was slightly surprised to see Derek standing there staring at the ground at six-thirty in the morning. He looked up when the door opened.

"Uh, Dere- I mean, Dr. Sheperd. What are you...?" She trailed off, not sure if she wanted to answer.

"Oh, it's just, I have Meredith's pager." He explained, looking a bit anxious.

"Oh, okay. Why?" Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked down and saw the pager in his hands.

"Uh, well, she was over at my place last night-"

She cut him off quickly. "Oh. Got it. Well, you can just go join the party," she grumbled. She realized he didn't understand. "Never mind. She's up in her room with Cristina. I assume you haven't forgotten where her bedroom is?"

He cleared his throat. "Uh, no. I'll go give it to her."

Izzie felt a little bad about making fun of him, but she was in a bad mood. She followed Derek back upstairs.

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"Dancing makes you brave!"

Meredith was starting to worry she might make herself dizzy, but didn't care. When she swung her head up, she saw Derek standing there, but didn't stop dancing.

"Derek! I was just thinking about something," she started.

"Mer, you forgot your pager at my place," he said with a small smile as she jumped in circles and flung her hair all over the place.

"Oh! Thanks!" She twirled over and took it from his hand. "Hey, I wanted to tell you that I don't want you to see other people. I just want you to see me!" Meredith said over the music. Suddenly Derek's smile fell from his face, a shocked look replacing it. Meredith stopped dancing, realizing what she said. Izzie had been walking past, and froze in the doorway, turning to stare. Cristina had stopped, then chuckled. She turned off the music.

"Well, I'll leave you to it then." She said, hiding a smirk, as she pushed past Derek, and shoved Izzie, who was muttering "Oh my god. Did she really just-? Oh my god.", back down the hallway. Meredith waited a second, staring at Derek, who just looked at her. She looked towards the bed when he didn't do anything.

"Uh, well, I gotta go, I have rounds. Thanks for the, uh, pager." She grabbed her bag, shoved the recovered pager inside, and headed towards the door. Derek watched her. "Wait, Mer!" He said, running out of the room. He rushed down the stairs, hoping to grab her.

"No, Derek, really, it's okay. I didn't- I mean, I just-" she stumbled. She took a deep breath, still not looking back at him as he followed her, "I'll see you-" she realized she would most definitely be avoiding him all day. "I'll just, see you."

He just got to the door as she slammed it behind her. He sighed, and turned around, leaning back against the door. He saw Izzie and Cristina staring at him. Cristina looked a bit concerned, and Izzie bit back a laugh.

"Wow. Real smooth, Dr. Sheperd. So, should I make another pot of coffee?"