A/N: You see this was going to be a one-shot, but then I decided to make it into a fic because well...I wanted to. It's basically the whole Rose/Derek/Mer triangle with a bit of a twist. (i hate to say it, but the storyline is actually intriguing)Review please and tell me your thoughts.

Song: Broken by Lifehouse

Disclaimer: I don't own Greys, and I'm glad I don't cause seriously, some people are way mean to Shonda.

The leaves flew by his windows, and his breath matched the wind. He sat in his car. An hour ago the parking lot had been completely packed. But now, it was empty, just like him…empty. His eyes were fixed on the hospital in front of him. So many things had happened in Seattle Grace; so many unexpected painful things. Several hours ago he broke up with the love of his life and asked Rose out. He liked Rose. She was sweet and mature. She knew what she wanted. But sitting in that empty lot, he had no clue what he wanted. The pain of the break up still lingered and he tried desperately to make it go away. He was falling apart without her. He was jerked out of his thinking when a small tap came from the window. He looked up and smiled. Rolling down the window he asked, "What are you still doing here?"

Rose smirked. "I should be asking you the same question." She quietly opened the passenger door and crawled in. "Are you okay?" she asked after a few moments. "You seem…sad."

He shook his head, fighting back the unwanted tears. "I'm fine."

She nodded. Looking down at her hands she questioned, "So, if you don't mind me asking…what happened with you and Meredith?"

"We broke up," he answered, his voice on the verge of breaking. "We're done."

"For good?"

He swallowed the lump in his throat and let his head fall back on the seat. "Yeah…I think."

She noticed the pain in his voice, the regret. But, she really liked him. He was perfect, she couldn't give him up. But in the back of her mind she knew she was the rebound girl. In his eyes, she would never be the girl. It hurt her, but it was the truth. She tried telling herself that she would end up hurt, that this was stupid…but she couldn't help it. She was falling in love with him, far too fast.

"Is it, I mean…are you okay with that?" She didn't want the answer. Oh God she didn't want the answer…

He looked at her, his eyes glassy. She felt her cheeks redden. It was as if he could see right through her, like he knew her. "Yeah, it's been too long," he slowly stated. "Meredith and I…we're not meant to be."

She smiled, relieved. "So you're ready to move on?"

He reached for her hand and nodded. "Yeah…yeah I am." So many lies were coming off his lips. He wasn't ready. He was still holding onto her, to Meredith. He still loved her. She was still the person he envisioned himself with. Yet, she wasn't here. She wasn't with him…Rose was. It's time to move on.

She clenched the pillow close to her chest. Her hair fell over her face and the tears that crept down her cheeks stung her eyes. She watched them fall off her nose onto the pillow. The tiny droplets of water amazed her. How could the human body produce something so beautiful yet tragic? Concentrating on the path of her tears she thought back to him. You can't trust anyone. His words cut her so deep. Was it true? She felt useless, defeated. The world would be such a better place without her. She knew that. She was way too damaged. Whoever put up with her deserved a medal. She trailed her fingers along the soft material of the sheets and brought them up to her heart. Was there such a thing as a broken heart? She felt the soft thump of the organ against her chest. It's not broken she thought. "It works…" she whispered into the air. The darkness of the room was actually comforting. She looked out her window and watched the moon, the only light in the somber room. "Why," she asked to the night, "Why did you have to make me like this? Why do you enjoy kicking my ass?" Her only response was the quiet wind and the beating of her broken heart.

"Mer…" a voice came from her bedroom door. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, quickly wiping off the tears. "Yeah, what's up?"

Lexie Grey made her way to Meredith's bed and slowly sat down on the edge. She pushed back some of her hair. "Thanks for breakfast today."

"You already said thank you Lexie…this is the tenth time," she answered coldly. She hated how mean she was being. It wasn't Lexie's fault that she was a morbid disaster.

"Oh," Lexie sighed, looking down at her feet. "Still, that was sweet."

Meredith bit her bottom lip and prayed the tears would go away. She couldn't cry in front of her sister yet… "Uhm Derek and I broke up."

"I heard…he's an ass."

"Who told you?" she asked turning from the window.

"The whole hospital knows. I am so sorry Meredith…"

"No, don't be. It was…it wasn't meant to be." She pulled her sweater around her arms and looked back out the window. "It's so pretty at night," she said a few moments later. "Even when it rains…it's beautiful."

After a moment of silence, Lexie stood from the bed and walked over to her sister. "This isn't your fault you know. It's our excuse for a dad."

Meredith laughed. For a split second she felt happy. She never had a sibling, but it was nice to have someone who held the same burdens she did. "Thanks," she giggled. "It means a lot."

Lexie smiled. "That's what sisters are for." She squeezed Meredith's hand then walked out of the bedroom, disappearing into the dark hallway.

"So tonight was fun," Rose said as she swayed Derek's hand back and fourth. "I mean I'm not a huge Italian fan but that place was really good."

"What did I tell you?" He smiled, "It's the best place in the city. Meredith and I go there all the time…" His voice trailed off as he realized what he had just said. Why did she invade his mind all the time?! "Oh…I'm sorry."

Rose tried to cover up her disappointment with a small smile. "Hey, no hard feelings…you two dated for a long time."

He nodded. "I'm letting go of her, just so you know."

She grinned. "Good." Leaning in to kiss him, she placed her hand on his chest. He leaned forward and kissed her softly, trailing his fingers on her cheek. It wasn't the same as kissing Meredith, he thought. When he kissed Meredith a rush of heat rinsed over his body. When he kissed Meredith he kissed her with passion, with love. When he kissed Rose…it was just a kiss. But with Meredith, it was so much more.

Backing away from her lips, he smiled. "So coffee?"

She shrugged. "How about ice cream?"

"Now there's the sweet tooth I met."

"Oh shut up, like you've never had ice cream?"

"I never said that," he defensively argued. "I just don't like junk food."

She playfully rolled her eyes then moved closer to him. "We can fix that."

He grinned then continued walking, his mind concentrating not on Rose…but Meredith. She loved strawberry ice cream, he thought. He hated how everything related back to her. But most of all, he hated that he let everything relate back to her.

A/N: 6 letters: review :)