A/N: Because it's Grey's Day and Ellen and Patrick have renewed their Grey's Anatomy contracts for another two seasons, I wanted to give you all this update. Now, it's short and kind of filler-ish, but I hope that you enjoy it anyway and let me know what you think.

Chapter 3: Glad You Came

The sun goes down
The stars come out
And all that counts
Is here and now
My universe will never be the same
I'm glad you came

You cast a spell on me, spell on me
You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me
And I decided you look well on me, well on me
So let's go somewhere no-one else can see, you and me

"Are you sure you'll be fine here by yourself for the weekend?" Cristina asked as she finished packing her bag.

"Yes, I'll be fine," I rolled my eyes. "Derek will keep me company."

It had been two weeks since we first met, and Derek and I had been spending a lot of time together. If he wasn't working, we would either hang out at my place or his, or sometimes walk around London. I would say that we were dating, but I refuse to think of it like that, since dating suggests a future and ours ends in about six weeks. So, we're just friends. Friends who hold hands, and kiss, and make out…

"Meredith!" Cristina said loudly, and I whipped my head towards her.

"What?" I asked.

"You weren't even paying attention!"

"Sorry, distracted," I say sheepishly.

"Uh-huh," Cristina said, rolling her eyes. "I asked when you would be seeing Derek."

"He's working until seven tonight, and then he has tomorrow off, so we'll probably be together until he goes to work on Sunday."

"Okay," she nodded, getting up, and I followed her out. "There are condoms in the cookie jar, don't forget to use them."

"Cristina!" I exclaimed. "Derek and I, we aren't, we're not having sex! We're just friends."

"Sexy friends," Cristina smirked.

"Shut up!"

"Whatever Mer, just don't get too attached. You do have to leave him," Cristina said knowingly.

"I know," I said softly, trying to soothe the butterflies that appeared in my stomach whenever I thought about leaving Derek.

We reached the hall, where Sadie and Izzie were waiting for Cristina. I hugged Sadie and Izzie, and just smiled at Cristina. "Have fun in Scotland guys."

"Are you sure you don't want to come Mer?" Izzie asked, half whining. "We're going to be doing so many fun things!"

"Trust me, she has plenty to do this weekend," Cristina said, emphasizing the do to make it sound dirty.

"Shut up," I hissed at her. "It's fine Izzie, I'll see you guys on Monday. Have fun!"

After a flurry of waves and packing the car, they were off, and I found myself alone in the townhouse all weekend. I'd never stayed here by myself before. Maybe Derek would stay with me, but not for sex, just because I don't want to be lonely.

At seven fifteen, I was sitting on the couch, watching the British show East Enders and waiting for Derek to pick me up. We weren't doing anything exciting tonight, I figured we would probably just go to a bar, and then come back here and crash for the night, just spend some time together. The show had just gone to a commercial when I heard a knock at the door, knowing it was Derek. I skipped towards the door, smiling as I opened it.

"You look nice," Derek smiled. I was wearing a casual black dress with heels, and he was in a red button down and khakis.

"Thank you, so do you," I smiled, reaching to grab a sweater from the closet. "What are we doing tonight?"

"I was thinking we could just head to a pub a couple blocks over, do you mind?" Derek said, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek.

"No, not at all," I replied, slipping the sweater over my shoulders as I moved to shut the door.

"Where are your friends?" Derek asked.

"Oh, they wanted to go to Scotland for the weekend, so they left this morning," I responded.

"And you didn't want to go?"

"Uh, no," I said slowly. A part of me did want to go with them, but a much bigger part of me wanted to stay here and spend as much time as possible with Derek, and I didn't want to admit that to him.

"Oh, okay," Derek smiled. "I don't mind, it means I get to spend more time with you. How long are they gone?" He asked, taking my hand in his as we made our way down the sidewalk.

"Monday morning," I said, thinking that this would be as good a time as any to ask him to stay. "Do you think…I mean, would you mind staying with me tonight? I mean, we wouldn't do anything. Or a lot of things, but I'm kind of freaked out about being there by myself all night, and since you have the day off tomorrow, you could sleep over, unless you don't want to-"

"Meredith," Derek laughed, cutting me off. "I would love to keep you company tonight. And we won't do anything you don't want to, okay?" he squeezed my hand, and I immediately felt comforted.

We headed to the pub, which had a seating area as well as a small dance floor, where they had a jukebox where people kept playing music. We ate dinner for about an hour, chatting about Derek's cases at work and what I had done yesterday before moving to the bar. By that time a DJ had appeared and started playing music, causing people to dance. I wasn't really in the mood for dancing, I just wanted to sit and drink for a little while.

One hour and six tequila shots later, I didn't want to just sit and talk to Derek, I wanted to dance. My mind was all fuzzy and cloudy, and everything was getting kind of porny.

"Come on Derek," I urged, grabbing his hand and I heard my voice slur a little. "Dance with me!"

"Mer, I don't know, you've had a lot to drink," Derek said slowly, still holding my hand to prevent me from moving towards the dance floor.

"I'm fine," I insisted, grabbing another shot from a waitress' tray as she walked by, downing it in one gulp. "See, perfectly okay. Now dance with me, just like we did when we first met." I demanded, pulling his arm once more. He smiled at me then, allowing himself to slip off the chair and let me pull him to the dance floor.

Turn the lights out now
Now I'll take you by the hand
Hand you another drink
Drink it if you can
Can you spend a little time,
Time is slipping away,
Away from us so stay,
Stay with me I can make,
Make you glad you came

I'm not really sure how long we danced, but eventually I got bored, and started feeling a little horny. It had been a while since I last had sex. I hadn't had sex with Finn, and I think I stopped sleeping with random guys a year before that, so it had been about three years, and I'm starting to want sex. Or at least, sex with Derek.

I turned in his arms so that I was facing him, stepping up on my tiptoes so I could whisper in his ear. "Wanna get out of here?" I asked, before shifting my lips downward to kiss his neck.

"Absolutely," Derek muttered, grabbing my hand and practically dragging me out of the bar.

We stumbled out on to the street, but soon Derek decided that I wasn't steady enough to walk on my own, so he let me hop on his back and he carried me down the street.

"Meredith, where's your key?" Derek asked when we reached the house.

"In my pocket," I answered. "Let me down."

He crouched down, letting me slip off of him slowly; he caught me as I stumbled back. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my key and handed it to him, not trusting myself to fumble with the key in the lock. When he finally got the door open, I raced by him, dragging him up the stairs with me. It was official, I wanted sex.

As soon as the door shut in my room, I turned and jumped him. Literally. I wrapped my legs around his waist, plunging my tongue in his mouth as he gripped my hips to steady me.

"Derek," I moaned when I pulled away from him, my hands reaching for his shirt.

"Yeah?" he said, letting me down, where I promptly took off my heels.

"I want sex," I said, reaching for the belt on his pants.

"Whoa Mer," Derek said, stepping away from me, causing me to become confused. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" I whined, pulling at the zipper on my dress. When I unzipped it all the way, I let the dress fall off and pool at my feet, leaving me in a lacy black bra and panties. I watched Derek as he groaned at me and gulped, causing me to smile.

"Because," he began. "You're drunk, and earlier you didn't seem to want to, so I don't want you to regret anything."

"That was earlier," I said, moving to unhook my bra. "But I haven't had sex in three years, not even with Finn. And I want sex now."

"Well, now we're definitely not having sex," Derek said, moving to my closet and pulling out gym shorts and a tee shirt, walking back towards me and handing them to me. "Come on, put these on and we'll go to bed."

My heart sank, he didn't want me. "You don't want to sleep with me?" I said quietly, my voice trembling as tears filled my eyes.

"No, Meredith, no," Derek said fiercely, grabbing me and pulling me into a hug. "I do want you Meredith, I promise I do. But I don't want to sleep with you like this. Not when you're this drunk, and not when you haven't had sex in so long, because I'm sure there's a reason. If we have sex, which I promise you I hope we do, I want us to both want it and remember it, especially because you aren't going to be here much longer. Is that okay?"

While he was talking, my head and eyes became heavy, and I suddenly wanted to sleep. I understood what he was saying, and a part of me was even grateful for it. "Okay," I nodded against his chest, pulling away so I could slip on the tee shirt and shorts. "But you'll still stay with me right?"

"Of course Meredith," Derek chuckled. I climbed into bed as Derek took off his shirt and pants, sliding into bed beside me. I turned over on my side as Derek switched on the light, expecting him to just turn over and sleep. Surprisingly, I felt him press his body next to mine and drape an arm over my waist. "Goodnight," he whispered in my ear, kissing my cheek.

"Night," I mumbled, cuddling closer to him as I slipped into unconsciousness.