A/N Last night's epi was great. I hope Mer and Derek are fine after all of this. Thanks to some of the reviewers I fixed my mistake with Lydia and Whitt. She is his aunt, I for some reason started to think that they were cousins. So thats all fixed enjoy.

"So what do you think I should wear?" Izzie asked holding out too different dresses in front of her. She tilted her head inspecting each piece of clothing as she held them up to her body.

"The sluttier one." Meredith smirked lining her eyes in dark kohl. She turned and watched Izzie's face as she nodded with enthusiasms.

"This is going to piss Alex off. He's already mad that I bailed on him to go to Joe's with you guys. But if he shows up there and see's me in this, he'll freak." She laughed happily and proceeded to take off her t-shirt.

"Close the door Iz, Whitt's in the house." She reminded her. Meredith stood up and checked out her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her full lips were coloured in a rich red lipstick that worked well against her milky white complexion. Her hands rubbed at the fine material of the gray Stella McCartney dress she wore. It hugged her body like a second skin, and had a scoop neck showcasing her full bosom. Her hair was pulled back in a tight flirty ponytail secured in a red bow clasp. Meredith moved to the lip of the tube and began to pull on her strappy stilettos.

"Ooh look at you." Izzie said looking over at Meredith. She pulled on her Jill Stuart sequined dress with the deep v-neck and drop waist.

"You don't look to bad yourself." Meredith smiled.

"Ok let me grab my shoes and were good to go." Meredith stood as Izzie left the bathroom in a quest to find her shoes. She stood to go but was stopped by the inquisitive looks of her son and sister.

"What?" she asked.

"Ladies night out or cover for your hot date with Derek?" Lydia asked.

"No, it's a real live ladies night out." She said moving past them.

"Nobody dresses like that to see their girlfriends." Whitt reasoned.

"Sure they do, I do." She kissed his forehead, leaving no trace of the vibrant colour that painted her lips.

"Ugh, mom." He rubbed at the invisible mark. "I don't know how I feel about you and Derek." He confessed crossing his arms.

Meredith turned to look at her son, trying to gauge his true feelings.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I feel that we haven't gotten to spend any time together. Or that he's even trying to get to spend time with me, get to know me. Most of the time, I find him making goofy eyes at you." He answered.

"Hon, I'm sure that he wants to get to know you. You just have to give him some time. And I'm not going out to meet up with him, I promise you that." She smiled kissing him again. "Okay? Now am I good to go?" Whitt nodded and uncrossed his arms giving his mom a hug.

"Have fun." He sighed as Lydia returned to his side.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't." Lydia teased ruffling her nephew's hair.

"Could there be any more men here tonight?" Cristina asked aloud her voice most likely drowned out by the clamoring coming from every male as they watched a basketball game on the television.

"Not that it matters to you two. I'm the single one."

"Sure, you've got a Derek waiting back home for you." Izzie laughed, taking a sip of her soda.

"Derek and I are not a 'Derek and I'. We're not doing the 'thing'."

"What thing?" Cristina asked incredulously. "You mean the thing where he comes back gives you his McDreamy smile and you're all McWimpy afterwards? Yeah gimmie a break." She snorted.

"Yes, we are not together. And we won't be. I have to focus on Whitt and Lydia right now, I have no room for distractions."

"And no room at this table because it looks like loverboy is heading this way." Izzie laughed exchanging amused glances with Cristina. Meredith turned and spotted Derek entering the bar. He looked yummy, like usual in a motorcycle jacket, black jeans, a skullcap and aviator sunglasses. Which he quickly removed as he laid eyes upon Meredith.

"Crap!" she said as he made his way through the crowds.

"Dr. Yang, Dr, Stevens." He nodded greeting her friends. "Meredith." He whispered pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. She looked over at Cristina's arched eyebrow and Izzie's giggling face.

"Derek, what are you doing here?"

"George told me I could find you here." Cristina rolled her eyes at Bambi's predictability.

"Well you'll just have to leave, I'm here with my friends." She told him turning from his inviting embrace.

"Oh come on. I came all this way." He pouted.

"Yeah you're right it's a long walk from across the street." She sympathized.

"Meredith." He said, inclining his head and giving her "their look".

"I'll be right back guys." She said with a sigh. Meredith slipped her hand into his and followed him to the bar.

"Hey Joe." Derek said greeting the bartender.

"Hey, Doc! How've you been?" He asked, shaking hands with Derek.

"I've been good. Just found out I'm a father." He said looking over at Meredith.

Taking this as her cue Meredith made her presence known. "Hey Joe." She greeted.

"Meredith, I didn't see you come in." He drew a shot glass and quickly filled it with her usual poison. She gave him a grateful nod and tipped back her head, letting the strong liquid rush down her throat.

" That's great doc. Whitt's a cool kid. Single malt scotch?"

"Do you even have to ask? You brought a nine year old to a bar?" Derek laughed. He looked down at Meredith who still had that confused look on her face. He wrapped his arm around her and tucked her into his side, where she fit perfectly. With his free hand he placed some money on the counter paying for both of their drinks. Then retrieved his, taking a quick sip.

"Derek we need to talk."

"Yes we do, but first can I say that you look absolutely amazing. I would never peg you for a mother in this get up." His hand moved to the small of her back tracing small circles in a hypnotic manner.

"Please be serious for a second." She said trying to remain objective but becoming subdued by his drugging effect. "We need to talk about Whitt. He's not sure where he stands with you."

"What do you mean? I'm his father."

"Yeah but only in name and DNA. He thinks you're to busy trying to woo me." She moaned as his caress moved to the swell of her breast, softly stroking the smooth material.

"That's interesting." He murmured. Derek put his drink down and took her in his arms swaying gently to the music being pumped through the speakers. The game had finished giving the establishment a mellow atmosphere as die hard fans found booths or tables to relax in.

"You have to prove him wrong Derek." She tried. But when his lips moved to graceful curve of her neck, she lost all rational thought.

"What if he's right?"

"Then that would be bad."

"Bad for who?"

"Both of us. He needs you Derek."

"What if I told you that I'm trying to get to my son through his mother?"

"Then," she said pulling back. "I would tell you that you should cut out the middle man." Derek sighed realizing that Meredith was right. He was focusing too much of his effort on his ex-girlfriend as opposed to the son he fathered nine years ago. The one he had not met up until a few weeks before. He needed to step up and be a man and the father that Whitt deserved.

"You're right."

"What was that? Derek Shepherd just admitted that I was right." She teased slipping her hands into his jacket and gripping his waist.

"Let's go see him right now." He said.

"Well you can go but I'm gonna finish Ladies Night with Cristina and Izzie." She informed him.

"Oh come on."

"No Derek that's incredibly rude to just leave with you. Besides, I got all dressed up." She told him waving a hand at her outfit.

"And I love it." He said kissing the tip of her nose.

"Not for you."

"Subconsciously you did." He laughed hugging her form. Derek dipped his head and playfully nipped at her lips. His fingers were stroking dangerous territory that had not been explored in the longest time.

"Let me get my purse." She said, moving out of his embrace.