When you fall for someone who's completely off limits, how do you keep the consequences from slapping you in the face?

Just so everyone knows, I am very new to fic writing but I guess I'm just going to give this one a shot. It won't be updated on a regular basis, but I'll do my best. I really hope you like it.

P.S. It may be slow in the first few updates while I get my footing for fic writing.

Enjoy.

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The rink was overcrowded with people and she had to push her way through the people after the end of the first period. They were up one to nothing but that could be easily changed. It was their final game for play-offs and it just so happened to be home, a huge advantage. She slipped into the bathroom and checked her hair in the mirror as her best friend, Cristina, waited for an open stall.

"Hurry up, I want to get back out there as soon as possible." she yelled over the noise.

"Yeah, yeah. They won't even finish the ice for another ten minutes anyways." responded Christina.

A minute later the two were pushing their way through the jumbled crowd again and back to their seats. Growing up in the rink, they knew a few secrets about the place and were able to watch the game from an abandoned balcony that had once been used for the radiostation's broadcast of the game. As they worked their way to the stairs in the back Meredith bumped into a solid figure and stumbled back before she felt two strong hands around her back, clutching to her protectively. She looked up and was surprised to see a handsome face staring into her eyes. He had on a white T-shirt and baggy kacky pants, strangely though he didn't look at all cold.

"Sorry about that," he said in a soothing voice "I guess I had better watch where I'm going."

"Umm..." she studdered and choked on her words when he spoke, "No, it's perfectly alright. I'm just glad you caught me before I ended up in a hospital again."

"A little bit clumsy then?"

"Yeah, just a bit." She replied with a little more confidence. She could see Cristina looking at her with a concerned expression. Meredith used her eyes to tell her friend that all was well and returned her attention to the mysterious stranger.

"Are you going back to your seat?" He asked.

"Yeah, aren't you?"

"No, there's not much need." He replied.

"And why's that?" She wondered a little bit perplexed at his responses.

"We're going to win four to three in a double overtime, and I've got things to do anyways."

"Is that so? How would you know a thing like that?"

"If I told you I would have to kill you."

"And what if that doesn't turn out to be true?"

"Then I owe you."

"Owe me what?" She asked.

"Depends. But I won't be wrong so you don't have to worry about it."

"Well then...have a nice night...."

"Derek." He said with a cock-eyed smirk.

"...Derek."