Sorry for the major lack of updates. I'll try harder this time!

Disclaimer: If I owned Grey's Anatomy, I'd stop talking about the fact I recently met some of the cast.

[I'll tell you more about it if you ask about it and reveiw my story

The next morning, Meredith woke up at 6 A.M. but couldn't fall back to sleep. Seeing as she had 3 hours until she had to meet up with Derek, she went into the living room area, snuggled up on the couch, and made an attempt to watch TV. She was staring at the screen but she just couldn't get Derek off her mind. She had never been this affected by a mere stranger and the butterflies in her stomach wouldn't go away. She wasn't the girl that got butterflies when a guy simply asked her out but there was something different about Derek; something she couldn't quite grasp.

After about a hour of attempting to watch TV and flipping through various news stories, she decided to go take a relaxing bath. She poured in some lavender bubble bath and turned on the warm water, discarding her clothes and hopping in.

Derek woke up at 7 A.M. and soon realized there was no way he was getting back to sleep. He made a cup of coffee and sat down on the couch, picking up the latest Neurology book by a famous neurosurgeon, and starting where he left off. Shortly after, Mark came stumbling out of his room.

"Why the fuck are you up so damn early?" Mark questioned as he yawned.

Derek looked up at his friend. He obviously hadn't gotten much sleep last night. Derek awoke at 3 in the morning to hear the door to the hotel room slam and shortly after, he could hear Mark's door shut. "I have to be to breakfast by 9. Late night?"

Mark laughed a bit at his friend's ability to know these things. Truth be told, you could tell just by looking at him. He had "man whore extraordinaire" written all over him, or so it seemed. "It's always a late night in Mark's pants." He grinned. "And pop didn't tell me anything about going to breakfast." He yawned, stumbling back slightly and groaning.

This made Derek laugh. Mark was completely hung over a vast majority of their vacation time. He was surprised Mark would still be able to tell a few of their stories. "That's because I'm going with someone else. And I'm guessing you have another hang-over, so the only one I feel sorry for is dad now. Having to sit around with you all day talking about your most recent lay and your deserved headache…" He shook his head. He had known Mark since they were young and Derek's parents had taken him in as their own as soon as they noticed Mark didn't have a completely functional family. Mark was practically blood and ever since Mark noticed the joys of the female anatomy, no one could stop his adventures.

"Fine, fine. I'll try to mix the subject up a bit today. And I'm assuming by the corny ass grin on your face this person is a girl." Derek shook his head as Mark laughed and made his way towards the couch, picking up the remote on the way. "Dude, how many times do I have to explain this to you… don't waste a date on breakfast!" He said, slapping is shoulder. "Assuming she's hot, of course. She better be foreign at least…" He looked to Derek who was smiling in amusement, something Mark could constantly make you do.

"She's hot and she's not foreign. She's the girl from the café yesterday, remember her?" He asked, his face lighting up at the though of her, not going unnoticed by Mark.

Sighing, Mark replied, "Derek, we are in another country, meaning hot meaningless sex with foreign chicks. I will not allow you to have some vacation relationship with a damn American, you fool." The family had to keep telling themselves Mark wasn't as emotionally detached deep down.

"We are going out to breakfast, no biggie. I haven't popped a ring out yet." Derek said as he made his way towards his room so he could take a shower.

"Yet… yet. Derek get back here, you said yet." Mark took a second to breathe. "I will not be responsible for my best bud to be out there, asking a woman to tie him up with a leash. Not even a woman, she was totally jailbait! You are not leaving this house!" He ranted, but gave up realizing Derek was out of sight and had already made up his mind. Something in him knew Derek said yet for a reason, and that reason was slightly subconcious.