A/N: Thanks for the wonderful reviews. I want to make note that Meredith will not die in this fanfic. Derek already realizes his feelings for Meredith. She may take awhile to get to the same conclusion. With the illness she doesn't think that she needs any distractions right now. As always read and review.
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy or the characters
Derek walked off the elevator. He was feeling extremely tired this morning.
He had a difficult time getting Meredith out of his head last night.
Every so often he would climb out of bed to look over her scans.
If she didn't want to fight this he would have no choice but to grant her wish.
It didn't mean he wouldn't stop seeing her.
No she was definitely one woman that he wouldn't be able to give up on.
As he walked to his office he noticed someone sitting on the chair.
"Meredith" he pulled his key from his pocket.
"I'm early" she stood up from her chair.
"I like punctuality" he didn't want to make her feel unwelcome. She was definitely welcomed in his life.
He held the door open as she walked into his office.
"Have a seat" he pointed to the couch. He walked over and grabbed the chair next to his desk.
"There has to be rules" she broke the silence that filled the air.
"Rules?" he asked.
"If you are going to be my doctor" she answered.
"Okay so these rules will you be making them?" he teased.
"Yes" she pulled out the blue post-it note.
"Rule number one. I will agree to have the necessary test done today. It doesn't mean that I am having the surgery" she started.
"Okay that's fair" he felt a sigh of relief. She was at least willing to have the scans and blood work done.
"Rule number two. I want to be involved. That means when you get the results I get to look over them with you. Since I am a resident that shouldn't be a problem." she needed the practice.
"Okay" he liked that rule. It would give him a chance to spend time with her.
"Rule number three. I get to decide what my friends know of my condition. They do not get to know what I don't think they need to know" she didn't want her friends to have too much on their plate.
"Okay" he said.
"Rule number four. You are not allowed to say anything to Richard Webber. Not until I decide whether or not to have the surgery." She wiped the hair that had fallen in her eyes.
"Why?" he was stumped on that one.
"That would lead me to rule number five. If I want you to know something from my personal life I will tell you. No questioning my reasons."
"Okay" he wanted to know everything about her life. He wouldn't pry though he would get to know her.
Meredith handed him the post-it. "You can keep this so you don't forget the rules" she smiled.
Derek took the post-it. He felt the heat from her finger tips.
"Actually I have a rule" Derek grabbed a pen and a piece of paper from his desk.
"You don't get to make rules"
"This one I do"
"Okay" she laughed.
"Rule number one. You must have lunch with me when your here to look over results" he said as he wrote down the rule.
She laughed at his rule. "Why?" she asked.
"I need a friend" he smiled.
"We can not be friends"
"Why can't we be friends?" he asked.
"Your my doctor" she teased.
"Even a doctor needs a friend" he wouldn't let his rule get broken.
"Fine I will have lunch with you."
"Starting today" he emphasized.
"It's not lunch time" she looked at the clock it was only eight in the morning.
"You have to get the scans and blood work done. You'll be here for lunch" he would make sure of it.
"Okay fine lunch with Dr. Shepherd"
"Which leads me to rule number two. You have to call me Derek" he wrote his second rule on the paper.
"Seriously" she laughed.
"Yes seriously"
"Derek" she let his name roll off of her tongue.
Derek handed her the paper. "Don't lose or forget my rules" he teased.
Meredith stood to leave. "Thanks Derek"
"Your welcome Meredith"
She walked to the door.
"Meredith"
"Yes"
"You have the most intoxicating smell. Some kind of flowers" he said walking up to her.
"It's my shampoo. Rule number six. No flirting with me" she said.
"It's to late to add rules Meredith. I already have the post-it. Plus I flirt with all of my patients not just you." he smiled.
"Sure you do"
"I do it keeps them on their toes"
"Here I thought I was special" she left his office before he could respond.
Derek shook his head. Of course she was special. There wasn't a single woman that could make his heart flutter from a conversation. He looked down at the post-it and noticed her signature on the paper. He couldn't stop the laughter that built up in his throat.
"What's so funny and who was that babe that left your office? Have you been holding out on me Shep?" Mark asked when he walked into Derek's office.
"Do you have an office?" Derek asked as Mark plopped down on the couch.
"I don't have a couch" Mark pouted.
"That was one of my patients" Derek walked over to his desk.
"I wish my patients looked like that" Mark teased.
"I'm sure you do"
"What's wrong with her brain?"
"She is the friend of the famous four" Derek grabbed the chart off of his desk.
"Seriously?"
"Yes" he walked to his door.
"Well, I have a surgery. Lunch today?" Mark asked as they walked out of the office.
"Not today already have plans" Derek couldn't wait to have lunch with Meredith.
"Talk to you later then" Mark said walking in the opposite direction.