This is a little one shot that I wrote in response to some urging to write an "angry sex" scenario, since we're all worried about what's going to happen with Rose. So here is my version of what I'd like to see happen, but I'm quite sure the show will be nothing like this! Thank goodness for fanfiction! LOL.

Meredith walked back into the hospital, stripping off the disposable gown and gloves and tossing them aside. Time and place had stood still while they worked to save the ambulance attendant, and it was only after the rescue squad pulled her back out that she started to shake. She had to find Derek – nothing else mattered at that moment.

Hurrying to the surgical floor, she scanned the board, noting with dismay that he was in surgery. She slipped into the gallery, beside Cristina, hoping that Derek would look up and notice her sitting there. But he was intent on the procedure, and she sighed heavily. "Damn…"

"What's wrong with you? You look like crap," Cristina muttered, glancing over.

"I think I'm ready to tell Derek…" Her voice trailed off, as she realized that Derek was looking at one of the nurses in the OR, the same kind of look that he usually reserved for her.

"Tell Derek what?"

"That bitch!" Meredith swore, blood starting to pump furiously.

"Did I miss something?"

"Who is that nurse, over there..?"

"Ohhh, you mean the one getting the McDreamy look?"

"Yeah, that one."

"No idea." Cristina sat back, putting her feet up.

"Damnit." Meredith let her head drop into her hands, feeling sick and angry and hurt all at the same time. "I hate this. I could stand Sydney, that was nothing. It's the one after Sydney that's the problem…"

"So talk to him," Cristina said, nudging Meredith with her elbow. "Hey, he's looking up here."

Meredith's head snapped up, and she met his gaze steadily. She didn't smile, instead her eyes flicked away from him towards the nurse, and then back to him. Then she got up and walked out of the gallery. She'd be waiting for him when he was finished in there.

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Derek walked out of the OR, pulling away the surgical mask and gloves. Looking up to see Meredith leaning against the sink, her arms crossed. The intern who had been assisting took one look at them, and turned the other direction, as if sensing the chill in the air. "Who is she, Derek?" Meredith demanded, as he started to wash his hands.

"Who? he asked, casually, avoiding looking at her.

"The one you were having eye sex with. I was out there, crawling around in an upside down ambulance, and you're flirting with her! Seriously?"

"You mean Rose? Meredith…it's not like that…you know, she's been in the OR for dozens of my operations, and I only discovered her name last week."

"Really, what else have discovered about her? Does she give good blow jobs?"

"Meredith, you have no right to be jealous," Derek said, taking his time, drying his hands. He walked closer to her, standing inches from her. "You made it clear you weren't ready for anything more than casual sex, and I told you I wanted more." His voice was defensive, and his eyes bored into her.

"So you couldn't wait to look for someone else then….." She couldn't stop the words from spilling out of her, she knew it was irrational, he was right, but still…

"NO! We're just friends."

"Friends with benefits?" She spit out the question, moving close, until she was inches away from him. "Like we were friends?" She gulped, and a little sob caught in her throat.

"Mer…" Derek whispered, putting his hands on her face, and leaning in to kiss her. "Don't be like this, I…"

Just then the door swung open, and Rose herself came in, looking at her watch. "Derek…what's taking you so long.. I thought you were meeting me…oh…" She stopped in mid-sentence, realizing he wasn't alone.

"Rose, this is…"

"I thought you were single," Rose said, her voice suddenly sharp.

"I am…"

"He's not…" Meredith said, "he's taken…so back off…"

Derek's eyes swung back to Meredith in shock. "You broke up with me."

"Can't I change my mind? You still wanted break up sex… "

"You didn't complain, as I recall…."

"Don't tempt me, maybe I should…."

"I wouldn't dream of tempting you with anything…"

The air suddenly hummed with the sexual tension between them, and Rose slowly backed out of the room, completely unnoticed and forgotten. Derek looked at Meredith, his eyes drawn to her mouth. Meredith let her tongue run along her bottom lip, seeing his eyes darken even further with desire. She braced her hands against the sink, leaning back as he leaned forward over her. For a second, his mouth hovered over hers, his breath hot on her skin, and she felt the sharp ache in her core, anticipating his kiss. His hand pulled at her ponytail, pulling her hair free, and he twisted his fingers in it, pulling her closer. His other hand toyed with the soft skin on her belly, along the top edge of her pants, and she moaned. He pulled her head back, and put his mouth to her throat, his teeth sinking in just enough to mark her skin.

Then he crashed his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue against hers, claiming her roughly. His hands cupped her ass, grinding her against his cock. Then he let her go just as quickly, so that she sagged back against the sink, her knees weak. "Don't you understand, Meredith?" he asked, staring into her eyes, as he gripped her shoulders. "I don't want any other woman, I only want you – you're the only one who makes me feel this way. Like I'm burning up. Like I have some unquenchable thirst that only you can satisfy…"

"I don't want you to see any other women," Meredith whispered, looking down at the floor.

"What did you say?"

"I…said…I don't want to you to date anyone else…"

"What made you change your mind?" His voice was softer, as she peeked up at him through her lashes.

"I was crawling around in that ambulance, and I realized how foolish I was being about us. I can be with you, and not lose who I am. But nothing else matters without you – what if you were in some horrible accident, and died…and I never told you how much I love you? I couldn't bear it, Derek…I love you…"

"Ah, god…honey…I love you…forever.." He pulled her closer, and kissed her again, but this time with intense passion, fueled by the love he felt for her. "And what if something had happened to you today – that was a dangerous thing to do…"

"I didn't think, I just did it," she confessed, shaking again at the memory. This time she kissed him, pressing against him, urgent and needing. Her hands searched for his skin, pushing up the scrub top feverishly.

"We can't do this here…" he muttered, longing to do just that. "Someone could come in here again." But his hands strayed along her skin as well, his thoughts consumed with raw desire for her. Everything in his body screamed out to drive into her right then and there. "This is crazy, Meredith…"

"Just make love to me, Derek…please…" she panted, as her fingers plucked at the tie to his pants.

"Right here?"

"Why not?" Her tiny hand slipped inside the waistband, grasping him, squeezing him, until he was mindless with heat.

"Okay…okay…come this way…" Derek grabbed her hand and pulled her into the now empty OR. He pushed her against the wall, claiming her mouth again, wild and hot, their hands pulling clothing out of the way. He picked her up, and she wrapped herself around him, opening herself to his cock that plunged deep into her. They both caught their breath in satisfaction at the feel of it, as he drove into her harder. She dug her fingers into his hair, as she kissed him, needing each thrust, each stroke, desperately.

"God..god..yes…I need you…all of you…just like this…" she urged him on, squeezing and pulling him in. "Never stop…"

"Never…ever.. letting you go…" he growled, losing the little control he had, gasping for air, his body shaking. "Never doubt that…"