This may be inappropriate for children under 13 but if you are mature it is fine!
Disclamer- I don't own Greys or McDreamy but hey!!!! If they'd just give it to me that'd be great!
Summary- Derek does not move to Seattle… why… and what happens to Meredith??
Monday Morning New York City
"Derek!!! Darling."
"Yes Addie?"
"I just had the most brilliant idea, how about the two of us go to the Hamptons house?"
"Addie you know I have a surgery this weekend."
"Just have Dr. Johnson do it; he knows the procedure quite well."
Derek knew that Dr. Johnson could do it almost as well as himself. He just could not bring himself to go on a romantic getaway with his adulterous wife. He had come though the back door of the house very quietly, one night approximately three weeks ago. It was odd, Addison wasn't there, all dressed up saying he had missed another dinner. He saw two figures moving on the couch and when he picked his foot up to take another step he saw a leather jacket. The kind of jacket tough guys wear, guys who want to get laid. He recognized the jacket; it was one who knew very well. It was the jacket of Mark Sloan along strewn alongside Addison's Manolo Blahnik's and their other clothing items. Derek went as fast as he could out the door, but he made no sound. He had not told Addison because he loved her. He wanted to be there for her so he had surprised her.
"Addie, I have taken off three weeks of work and we're going to go on vacation."
"Derek, that's amazing! Are you sur Dr. Johnson can cover for you?"
"Yes I am positive. It was actually his idea for me to go on vacation"
"Ah…I see. So where do you want to go."
"Well I was thinking we'd just go to some random city across the country, go to a little bed and breakfast, maybe check out their hospital…"
"Derek…"
"Just kidding."
"Now I have a surprise for you Derek."
"What Addison, Saks had a big sale and you weren't in surgery?"
"No sweetheart, it's a buit moiré important then that, I'm pregnant!"
Seattle Monday Morning
Uhhh… Meredith thought to herself as she woke up with a hangover the size of Russia. She saw a boy on the floor. "Oh shit," she thought to herself. She threw a pillow on his bare ass and started creeping out of the room, the boy suddenly woke up.
"Hi… what's your name?"
"We really don't need to do the thing."
"What
thing?"
"Pretending to want to get to know me."
"I do want to get to know you."
"Well, I am going to go take a shower and when I get back you won't be here…"
"George, George O'Malley."
