So, I cannot honestly say that this part is a sample of my best writing, because simply, it is not. I just want to put it out there that this story is a parody, and mushy, gushy reunions filled with sappy love are not really easy to write when you're not taking the story seriously in itself. For this story, I think the following will suffice. It's basically just a bridge to more stalker-Rose stuff. Enjoy as best as you can!

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He pulled back from her flapping lips.

"I can't."

And her world stopped.

She looked up at him, her big, wide brown eyes tearing with fear and regret. Did she do something wrong? Could she have bitten down on his lips too hard? Was the kiss too wet? She had always had a problem with slobbering. A man once told her that he couldn't kiss her because her teeth got in the way, as they were too big and they overwhelmed him. What a load of crap.

"Rose, you're brilliant and you're an attractive woman…"

An attractive woman? An attractive fucking woman? This was McDreamy. He was supposed to be comparing her beauty to a rose, making a pun out of her name and all of that crap. But attractive woman? That was below his standards.

"But… I'm unavailable. Emotionally, physically… I have…"

"Your Meredith?" She was unable to keep the snarl from her lips as she spoke the words. Meredith. What an ugly freaking name.

"She's the love of my life."

"Yeah, you think so, right?" She sighed, and forced a fake smile upon her lips. "I'm sorry for intruding on such deep, passionate love, Doctor Shepherd." She turned on the rubber sole of her sneaker and walked out of the room, not looking back.

She'd just have to work harder.

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Mere minutes after leaving the scrub room, Derek Shepherd stood at the fourth floor nurses' station reviewing the chart of a patient that he had operated on a day earlier. The evacuation of a subacute subdural hematoma via craniotomy. The patient had trouble awakening from his anesthesia.

As he signed his name at the bottom of the patient's chart, he felt a tug at the collar of his lab coat. He turned on his heels quickly and his eyes were met by a flood of golden brown waves and his nostrils filled by a sea of lavender.

"We need to talk. Now." And she pulled him by the collar into a nearby supply closet.

"Who the hell is this nurse in the green scrubs?"

He was slightly dumbfounded. One minute, he was reading over a chart, and the next, he was in a supply closet looking down at an unhappy little Meredith who was yelling at him. He only managed to reply with a "Huh?"

"The nurse. The ugly nurse in the hideous green scrubs. Who Cristina saw you making out with in a scrub room. Who the hell is she?

"Oh, her… Meredith… she…"

She cut him off, now leaning against a metal rack, which stood against a wall, filled to the brim with surgical towels. "So, now, you're not only dating other women, but you're kissing other women. You're probably sleeping with other women too. Oh, God… I…"

"Meredith!" He moved over to her, in a sudden attempt to calm her down. She responded by dodging her head from his hand's reach."

"No. No talking. I'm putting my foot down. Here and now. I don't want you to date anyone but me."

He stood in front of her. Silent. Grinning. Replaying what she had said over and over again in his mind. I don't want you to date anyone but me.

"You're not going to say anything?" She stood looking up at him, her green eyes now glazed over into a grey color. They flamed with anger, heartbreak, and defeat.

"No, Mer… But you? You don't want me to date anyone but you?"

She nodded, swatting away the tears that now streamed from her heavy eyes.

"So you want me to date you?"

She looked into his eyes, and did a double-take, as if she was realizing something she said for the first time. "Yeah… I guess… I guess I do."

"So no more S&M?"

"No."

"No more breakup sex?"

"No." She sniffled and a small giggle escaped from her lips. "The S&M can get a little tiring sometimes. Sometimes, after the sex, I just want to fall asleep, not really caring whether I'm in the trailer or in the house or whatever. And I'd like it if when I did fall asleep, you fell asleep next to me, because I can't really sleep when I'm alone anymore. You basically ruined me. So you have to sleep with me at night, or in the morning, or in the afternoon, or whenever we're sleeping or whatever, because I cannot sleep without you anymore. So, the doing the whole exhausting S&M thing and then not being able to sleep because of the S&M thing that makes me want to sleep… well, that's kind of redundant. Don't you think so?"

"Meredith." He couldn't help but laugh at her rambling.

"Shut up. I'm talking. Anyway, the S&M makes me kind of hungry too. And it's pretty stupid that you're making me hungry, but then you're not there to take me out to dinner, or cook for me, or whatever. And then, sometimes, I just want to sit down or watch a movie or have a nice glass of wine near the ferryboats, or discuss decompressive craniectomies, and those things are a lot more fun when you're around. So, I'm guessing that the final decision on my part is for you to be around a lot more often, and you can't be around very often when you're out making out with ugly green scrub nurses."

She ended her rant in a small pout that he found absolutely delectable. He opened his mouth to speak once he found that she had finished, and he was able to get a few words in edgewise before she started again.

"So you want…" And that was it.

"Everything you do. Well, unless of course you don't want those things anymore. Well, even if you don't, I want them too. Because I really cannot imagine never ever getting sleep again in my life. And if this is what happens to me when I see you on a date with another woman, even if that woman is Sydney – and seriously, Derek, Sydney? Or, when I hear about you kissing anonymous nurse, or whatever. Yeah, well I can't imagine finding out that you're with someone else but me. Like, really, really with someone else. Because I love you, Derek, and you're mine, whether you like it or not. We've been through too much shit together for anything else. So, you're mine…"

"Mer…"

"And I know that sounds selfish and stupid, but I want it all. I want the marriage and the kids, even though I'll probably be an awful mother. And I want the house and us living in it when we're really, really, really old and on the verge of death together. I want it all." She slumped down against the shelving that she was leaning onto, and began to cry harder.

"So, please, tell me you still want it. Tell me you want it with me and not ugly nurse lady. Because I just poured my heart out, and if you leave me, I swear to God I'll stick a scalpel in your eye."

He lowered himself to the floor, and crouched down so his blue eyes met her greens. He wiped the tears from her cheeks and kissed her forehead before speaking. "Ugly green scrub nurse kissed me," He said softly, "And I said no. I told her I was unavailable. You're the love of my life, and I don't want anyone kissing me except you."

"Really?" She sniffed?

"Really." He pulled her into an embrace. "So, do you really want all of those things?"

"Really." She whispered into his chest.

"The marriage, the house, the kids, the geriatric relationship."

"Yes. Eventually."

He inhaled the lavender of her hair and pulled away from her. She still held tightly onto the lapels of his lab coat. "You know, if this is what it would have taken for you to agree, I would've kissed an ugly nurse a long time ago."

She hit him playfully in the chest in return for that comments, only her ineffectual fists were just the slightest bit effectual, causing his pectoral muscles to ache a bit, although he would never admit it.

She rested, once again, with her head on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her, running his fingers up and down her scrub-clad back. For now, they had a future. They would work out all of the technicalities later, but for now, they both wanted it, and that was all that mattered.