Disclaimer: If Grey's Anatomy were mine, I would have ended the last episode not with Derek being a bastard and leaving Meredith but Meredith making out with McSteamy, who in my opinion has actually replaced McDreamy in dreaminess. McBastard...
'I'm ready to make my choice,' Meredith said.
Mark looked into her eyes, searching for something-words, hope, grief, anything. He was nervous, terribly nervous. He always had the power in his relationships, or more relations. Now he was sitting here entirely powerless and vulnerable. And that horrified him.
'I remember a time when I loved Derek so much. It was before Addison. I thought it was going to be like that forever.' Mark's heart visibly sank as she talked about Derek like that, like he was all that had ever mattered. 'But then he was married. And maybe I should have walked away then. I probably should have. But there was that stupid voice in my head saying "maybe." And, I mean, of all the times to be optimistic. And then it happened- hope pulled through for me for once and we were happy for a while. But I don't think happiness was meant for us. It could have been, but some wounds are too deep no matter how good a surgeon is or how hard they try. We weren't enough for each other. Maybe we could be again. But I'm not going to risk it. Because then I think about you, how absolutely wonderful you are, and I think, "maybe" just isn't good enough for me.'
Mark got off the bed, still disbelieving. He took hold of her hand.
'So, Mark, I pick you. I choose you. I…' she paused, gazing into his eyes for support, 'I love you.'
He didn't hesitate to take her in his strong arms, knowing at last that she was his. Really his. They kissed for a second time; the same energy and wonderful heat pulsing through their bodies.
When they at last pulled away, they gazed into each other's eyes with a profound feeling of love and affection.
'I was so afraid,' Mark began. 'I was so afraid that you would pick him. And I would have pretended to be okay with you decision, but I would have been dying inside. Being here, alone with you, it would have been too much for me.' He kissed her very softly on the lips. 'So I'm completely happy now. I love you too, Meredith. But next time, save the long dramatic speeches for after you tell your decision! You were killing me!'
She giggled, 'Hey! I don't get to make those very often and I may never have to again. Besides, suspense is fun. Maybe not for you, but I enjoyed myself.'
Mark gently 'tackled' her onto the bed. 'I bet you did. You're the conniving little dirty mistress. Ex-dirty mistress,' he corrected.
Meredith playfully punched him in the chest, laughing merrily. 'I resent that.' Her protests were interrupted as Mark began kissing her furiously once more.
'Come on, Miss Grey. We need to go celebrate our first official day of coupleness.' He lifted her off the bed and placed her on the floor. 'Now go get dressed.'
Mark changed into a dark gray suit and sat on the edge of the bed, trapped in a fond reverie of the afternoon's happenings. Meredith came out later, beautifully rupturing his memory. She was dressed in an emerald dress, long and flowing. It's thin straps showed off her lovely pale shoulders. It draped her curves perfectly, but tastefully. Her hair rolled onto her shoulders in soft waves. Her eyes were glowing with love and properly embellished by the color of her dress. Her entire complexion beamed.
Mark was in complete awe. 'Meredith, you're beautiful.' Her cheeks flushed slightly at the sincerity of his compliment. He offered his arm and they strolled out the door. 'Wait,' Mark interrupted, 'Won't you be cold, Mer? Your shoulders are bare.'
She was impressed by his careful attention. 'I'll have you to keep me warm, won't I?'
'Of course. You'll always have me.'
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