This will probably just be a little one shot about what happens the morning after Derek's successful proposal. [Unless I feel like writing more] I don't have much experience writing grey's fic, so PLEASE R&R!!
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"Morning, Mer." Dr. Derek Shepherd told his girlfriend at the breakfast table.
Dr. Meredith Grey accepted the kiss on her cheek without even looking up. "Morning. Any surgeries today?"
"Just a craniotomy, and possibly a brain biopsy, if the patient agrees to it."
"Ugh! There's nothing good to get in on today. I'm supposed to be working with Bailey, but now that she's on a peds kick, all of her cases are pretty boring. Maybe we'll get a good, bloody trauma in the E.R. today…" Meredith bit her lip, worried about something else.
In a more serious tone, Derek asked, "Have you talked to Izzie yet?"
"If your actual question is: Have I told my poor, dying friend about my engagement yet? The answer would be yes. I called her last night, after we finished taking down the stuff in the elevator. For a guy, you sure do use a lot of tape."
Softly chuckling, he replied, "She's not dying. You saw the MRI. Her brain's free from tumors. And I don't use that much tape."
"Well, yeah, but she still has mets on her skin and liver. They're doing her abdominal surgery tomorrow. However, she was extremely excited when I told her, probably more than I was. Apparently, since she has nothing to do, she's going to plan 'the wedding of dreams' for us."
"That's nice. It'll give her something to focus on other than her cancer. Speaking of dreams, how was that proposal?"
"Derek Shepherd! That was one of the worst clichés ever! Although, I did think it was very nice. More 'us' than the roses-everywhere, guy-gets-down-on-one-knee proposals."
"Are you going to wear the ring? Or have you decided to be like Cristina?"
"Is it the ring your mother gave you? The one you hit into the woods? Is that the one you gave to me in a box last night?"
"Er- Wait a minute! How did you find out that it was my mother's? Richard never even knew that."
"Derek, have you never been to the hospital? Like Cristina once said, the only thing that spreads there faster than disease is gossip."
"Oh. I wanted to tell you that myself, but it doesn't matter. Not anymore."
"Stop trying to avoid the question! Is the ring you gave me last night the same one you threw at me? The same one that your mother gave you?"
"Not exactly, no."
"Well then, I'm not wearing it."
Derek protested, "But Mer!"
"If it isn't the one you wanted to give me, why should I wear it? From what I've hear, you mom and dad had a very good marriage. I would be honored to wear your mother's ring. But if it isn't that one, why should I wear it? It's just another expensive hunk of metal and rock."
"But I picked it out. I gave it to you!"
"Only as a second choice."
"Mer, that's not true! I had been looking at rings before-"
"Yes it is. You never seriously looked at rings. Besides, even if you had already had one, you would have proposed to me with your mother's. I know you too well."
"Will you wear the ring or not?"
"Only if it's your mother's, the one you planned to give me."
"But-"
"No buts. Find it, or I won't wear anything on my hand."
"Fine! I'll find it in the woods! If it is the last thing I do, I'll find it."
Mer replied, "Well, good luck with that." And departed.
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Thanks for reading! Whatever you think, REVIEW! Please *looks up hopefully*
-trubholls25
