AN: I started writing this fic in script format, and then after a while changed it to paragraph form. I hope that isn't too frustrating, and doesn't make it too hard to follow. The actually story takes place at the end of the season 2 episode, "As We Know It." I'm sure you all know the scene I'm referring to. If there are any random comments (by me) it's because I originally posted this story on the fanfic forum I admin for, which is a much less formal place than here. Anyhow, read, review and enjoy.
"Where Does The Good Go" – Tegan and Sara
Where do you go with your broken heart in tow
What do you do with the left over you
And how do you know when to let go
Where does the good go
Where does the good go
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DER: It was a Thursday morning, you were wearing that ratty little 'Dartmouth' T-shirt you look so good in, the one with the hole at the back of the neck. You'd just washed your hair and you smelled like some kind of... flower. I was running late for surgery.
Derek begins to walk ever so slowly towards her.
DER: You said you were going to see me later, and you leaned to me, put your hand on my chest and you kissed me. Soft. It was quick. Kind of like a habit. You know, like we'd do it everyday for the rest of our lives. And you went back to reading the newspaper and I went to work. That was the last time we kissed.
Derek continues to inch closer and closer, causing the hairs on the back of Meredith's neck to stand on end. He stops only mere inches away from her. His close proximity, coupled with the heart wrenching detail he had just given to describe their last kiss, leaves Meredith struggling to concentrate long enough to muster up a coherent reply. Derek's face is now incredibly close to hers, so close that they can feel the warm air from each others breath, and they are staring deeply into each others eyes. Instinctively, they move their faces even closer still.
MER: Lavender. My hair smelled like lavender... from my conditioner.
DER: smiling Lavender? Huh.
As their lips are about to touch, at the last possible second Meredith pulls away. Still standing close, she looks to down and to the side, trying desperately to compose herself. Trying to think rationally.
Stop Meredith. Think. What is going on? What are you doing? What the hell just almost happened?
Derek frowns slightly as she looks away. So close. Oh screw it, he thinks.
He nervously grabs her arm, awaiting her reaction. She looks down at his hand, and her eyes close for a second, allowing her to enjoy the feel of his strong hold. She looks back up to study his face.
DER: You almost died today.
MER: You already said that.
DER: You shouldn't be alone tonight.
MER: I'm not…
DER: Oh.
Caught off guard, Derek looks at her worriedly. Noticing his startled reaction, Meredith almost laughs.
MER: George, Izzie…..They're right upstairs.
DER: Oh, right.
Meredith smiles slightly at him, and Derek can't help but wonder what the hell made him stay with Addison. Oh right, 'cause love isn't enough. But what if it is?
Looking into his eyes, Meredith sees Derek appears to be having some internal conflict. She sighs.
MER: I'd better get to sleep…
Derek frowns, disappointed she's cutting their conversation short all of a sudden. Meredith breaks eye contact with him, knowing that if she hadn't she would never have been able to turn away from him and walk up the stairs.
Stopping on the first stair, she looks back. He's standing right where she left him.
MER: Night Derek.
DER: soflty, sadly Night Meri.
As Meredith continues up the stairs, Derek turns and walks to the front door, gently opening it. He looks back just as she disappears into the hallway, heading towards her room.
Meredith soflty opens her door, steps inside and closes it. Her mind racing with thoughts of what had almost happened, she leans back against her door. Feeling the need to talk the events over with Cristina, she turns to head back down stairs to get her phone. She opens the bedroom door and is startled to find Derek standing there.
DER: You nearly died. With everything you've been through tonight, you shouldn't be alone …….I think of what could of happened to you and I can't be alone.
Without waiting for her reaction, Derek grabs Meredith by the waist and leans in to passionately kiss her. All thoughts of Addison erased from his mind. For once, he was thinking rationally.
Though startled at first, Meredith returns the kiss. They pull apart, panting.
MER: Derek, you shouldn't be here.…
DER: No, for once, I'm exactly where I should be. Exactly where I want to be.
He pulls her in close again, and still kissing, Mer starts to undo his belt, pulling him towards the bed. Falling back onto the soft mattress, and with Derek on top of her slowly lifting off her shirt, Meredith smiles. As their hands intertwine, Meredith feels the empty space where Derek's wedding ring should be. As quickly as the smile came, it leaves.
MER: Derek…
Sensing her hesitation, Derek lies next to her.
DER: Just lie with me tonight?
Meredith smiles.
MER: I was just going to say, we should probably close the door.
Derek grins and gets up to close the door. He then hops back into bed and brings Meredith into his arms.
DER: Meredith…?
MER: Yes?
DER: I love you. Only you.
And with that, he gently pushes her hair behind her ear, and leans in to kiss her.
MER VO: If you knew this was your last day on Earth, how would you want to spend it?