So this was originally going to be a one shot, but I thought I might drag it out for a couple of chapters. I always wondered what it would have been like if Meredith and Derek had met while she was backpacking through Europe. This is my second time trying to write a Grey's fanfic. Please enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think!

Inappropriate

"Death, Death!" Sadie called a very drunken Meredith Grey over to introduce her to a very tall, dark and handsome man. They had been in Barcelona for two days and already had a wide variety of guy friends to show them all the fun places to hang out in the bustling city. Meredith and Sadie were into the second month of their European vacation and had only been sober for about 48 hours of it.

"What Die?" Meredith asked laughing as she came stumbling over to where Sadie and the mystery man were. The man was in the simplest terms HOT, Meredith found herself drooling over him almost immediately.

"This is Paulo." Sadie finally introduced the handsome Barcelona native.

"He wants to take you home." She very loudly whispered. Meredith who was on her umpteenth shot of tequila quickly obliged.

"Well let's go then Paulo," the girl giggled and followed him out of the bar.

Meredith woke up with a headache from hell. "Ugh, that's it no more drinking for me. Ever," Meredith groaned. This was only the hundredth 'never drinking again' declaration Meredith had made. She looked around the room and just as she had expected there was a naked man lying beside her, she quietly picked up her clothes and pulled them on. Meredith made a quick b-line for the door, once she was out of whatever it was his name was' apartment she found her cell and quickly called Sadie. (She was almost positive that Sadie woke up in the same predicament as her.) No answer.

"Damn it Sadie," Meredith cursed. She checked her pockets for her wallet but there was no sign of it, she must've left her purse with Sadie last night. So now she was alone in a foreign city with no wallet, no identification, no money, and about five percent left on her phone.

"Just great," Meredith sighed to herself.

"Having trouble?" a voice said from behind her. Meredith turned to face a man with a dark full head of hair and deep blue eyes she wanted to take a swim in.

"Uhm, uh, actually I was just─"

"You were just lost," the man cut her off.

"Well, yes. But I'm sure I can find my way back to wherever it is I need to be. Thank you for your concern though." She said flashing him a smile and quickly turning to walk the other way.

"Let me help you find 'wherever it is you need to be'" the man said using his fingers to air quote Meredith's words.

"I'm sorry, but you don't have an accent," Meredith pointed out, "which means you're most likely American, so I doubt you can help me."

"I may be American, but I do have a summer home here where I spend the majority of my summers, I'm sure I could help you out," the man offered.

"Look you don't know me and I don't know you, but you can stop this friendly stranger façade you have going on, we both know all you want is to get me drunk, take advantage of me, and get into my pants." Meredith admitted sternly.

"First off, it's not a façade. I am a friendly stranger. Second, who said anything about me wanting to get into your pants? I was just trying to help you out, you look like you needed it. Third, I'm Derek, and you are?" The handsome man, now known as Derek grinned and put out his hand.

Meredith reluctantly reached out and shook it, "Meredith," she smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Meredith. Now that we know each other, are you going let me help you find wherever it is you're supposed to be, or are you still convinced I only want to get you drunk and take advantage?" Derek smirked.

Meredith eyed the friendly stranger, and while he was rather hot she still wasn't sure she should let him help her. I mean she had read all kinds of articles about trafficking of women in foreign countries. But she was still a bit drunk from the night before, and Derek's award winning smile clouded her thinking, so against better judgment she decided to let Derek help her.

"Fine, you can help me, but no funny business!" She joked, with a wave of her finger.

"I promise," Derek held up his right hand like he was taking a sacred oath.

Derek and Meredith walked along the streets of Barcelona together joking and laughing. Hours had passed and Meredith still hadn't found the motel she had been staying at. However, she didn't seem to mind much, because Derek's company was a lot better than bar hopping with Sadie.

"So what brings you to Barcelona?" Derek asked.

"I'm backpacking through Europe with a friend, and the fact that I hate my mother." Meredith admitted.

"Oh, mommy issues?" He joked.

"Yeah we can't all have perfect lives with European summer homes." She fired back; Meredith knew how to hold her own, if someone made a joke to her she shot back.

"Hey! I never admitted to being perfect or to having a perfect life," Derek said defensive.

"Sorry─ Oh look! That's my motel!" Meredith exclaimed. A look of excitement flashed across her face. "Well Derek this has been nice, but I need to go in and get cleaned up. Thank you for all your, uh, help?" She smiled and started to run off into the direction of the drab motel she had been calling home for the past two days.

"Meredith, wait" Derek called after her gently reaching for her arm. Meredith turned to look at him, a bit confused. "Have dinner with me." He demanded softly.

"I just met you," a stunned Meredith replied.

"Please. Just have dinner with me." Derek tried again.

"Uh, I don't─"

"I'll pick you up around 8, right in front of this motel, be ready." Derek smirked and with that he turned back in the direction of his summer home.

Meredith smiled to herself. She knew better than to trust strangers, but something in her really wanted to trust Derek. He was kind of perfect. Okay, he was extremely perfect.