Disclaimer: I have not, do not, and never will own Grey's. If I did…you would have been getting regularly scheduled updates because I would have people working for ME…and I would have them post. That would be pretty nice. sigh
A/N: OMG I'm soooooo sorry. I didn't mean to completely disappear on you all. My schedule has been absolutely insane lately. I barely had time to sleep let alone update this. But I'm going to be gone for half of next week on vacation, so I'm going to give you tons of updates tonight and this weekend. Sound good?
OH! And I would like to congratulate Brandi Rochon and McAnja for getting the songs right! The answers were: Wish I May by Ani DiFranco (one of my fav songs ever) and The Hunter Gets Captured By The Game by Massive Attack. The next few chapters have pretty easy titles. You can still guess if you'd like.
Thank you for reading!
Meredith woke up to rays of sun hitting her face. She felt a little disorientated, unsure of where she was. But when she turned her head and saw Derek sleeping next to her, she smiled. The memories of the night before came flooding back to her. She was amazed at what a great man he was. He had actually told her he didn't want to sleep with her when he was slightly drunk. He wanted to remember it when it happened. And she wanted the same thing as well.
She lay there, starring at him, for a while. She watched his chest slowly rise up and down, listening to his steady breathing. His hair was more unruly than usual. In fact, he had one rouge curl spread across his forehead. Her temptation got the best of her and she reached over and smoothed it back into place. However, by doing so, she had woken him from his slumber.
He inhaled deeply and stretched his arms out. He looked over at her. "Good morning."
"It is isn't?"
"How did you sleep?"
"I slept so well I was practically dead to the world."
"Me too."
"Well, I've been told I am a very good sleeping partner. So I'm not surprised."
Derek chuckled. Rolling onto his stomach, he reached over and placed his arm around her stomach, pulling her in tightly against his body. Meredith repositioned her head so that it was resting on the side of his shoulder.
"Derek, tell me something about yourself that no one else knows."
"Like what?"
"Anything."
Derek lay there, thinking. He absent-mindedly stroked her hair as he thought.
"Ever since I became an intern, I have sworn off girls."
"What...like a "He-man Woman Haters Club"?
"Hmm...something like that. No, I wanted to focus solely on my job. I want to be a neurosurgeon. My dad was a neurosurgeon, and when he would tell me bedtime stories, they would be about the operations he had preformed that day. He was like a superhero to me. I want to make my father proud, even if he isn't here to see me do it. Anyway, I swore off anything that might prove to be a distraction. But for some reason, I can't seem to swear off you."
Meredith smiled. "Derek, can I tell you a secret?"
"You can tell me anything."
"You scare the crap out of me."
"Why? Was it because of what I just said? Did I freak you out?"
"No, nothing like that. I loved what you just said. It's just that I'm the kind of girl...well let's just say that my friend Cristina calls me the "screw em and lose em" girl. Basically, I tend to get drunk and sleep with inappropriate men. And when I wake up in the mornings, I kick out whatever stranger is in my bed and I go on with my day. But you...you're different. I try to put up a cocky front with you and act like you don't have an affect on me. But the truth is that you do. When I woke up this morning, I didn't want to kick you out. Well technically it's your room so I can't kick you out, but you get what I mean. I guess you could say that I can't seem to swear off you either."
Derek was touched by her words. He knew from the start that she had put on a show, that she wasn't really as cocky as she wanted him to think she was. He knew this because he had seen her during her most vulnerable times...he knew that underneath her tough exterior, she was still that shy little girl in the pink summer dress and pigtails. And he was still that fifteen-year-old with a curiosity for her.
He gave her a McDreamy smile. "Well, cocky drinking lady...I guess this is something new for the both of us. At least we have each other to hold onto now that we are stepping into foreign territory." He leaned in and kissed her softly, kissing away any fears or doubts she may have.
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Derek and Meredith had spent the rest of the morning together. But he had to go back to the conference and she had to spend some time with her friends...them being the actual reason she had come to Boston in the first place. They gave each other one last kiss before they parted ways.
An hour later, Meredith sat in Cristina's living room.
"So you spent the night in his hotel room?"
"Yes."
"And you didn't have sex?"
"No."
"Sex of any sort? Because you know...some people considered sex to mean different things..."
"No. No sex of any sort."
"Seriously? Because I am finding it really hard to believe it..."
"Well believe it because it's the truth. We spent the entire night talking and then we went to bed. It was nice."
Cristina quickly got up and placed one hand on Meredith's forehead and the other hand on Meredith's wrist.
"Cris? What the hell are you doing?"
"Well, I'm making sure you don't have a fever and that you still have a pulse...because I think you're delusional. That man is drop dead sexy and you did NOTHING. There has to be something seriously wrong with you! Even I would do him, and you know how much I despise overly-moussed hair like that."
"Hey, Cris...why don't you shut up and try to be supportive here!"
Meanwhile, on the other side of Boston, Derek had been at his conference for a few hours when he cell phone went off. Everyone rolled their eyes, seeing as how he had disrupted the conference two days in a row. He quickly ran into the hallway, thinking that it was Meredith calling. He didn't even bother looking at the caller id.
"Hey there sexy!"
"Hey to you too hot stuff!"
"Mark! What the hell? Why are you calling me?"
"Well I missed seeing your fine ass in the hospital everyday and wanted to hear your deep sexy voice."
"Ok, seriously...shut up. I thought you were someone else."
"Who did you think it was? Wait a sec! Did you take my advice and have some great sex! I so want details!"
"No, Mark...I did not have "some great sex" as you so eloquently call it. I just met a girl, and we hit it off."
"So you're telling me you didn't hit that?"
"No."
"Then why are you so cheerful? I haven't heard you this happy in forever."
"I don't know...this girl...she's amazing in every sense of the world. We have spent the past two days together. I can't get her off my mind. She has this smile that could light up a room, and her laughter is so contagious."
"So when do I get to meet this mystery chick?"
"You already have."
"What?! Please tell me it's not Addison!"
"Oh god no! Never. She's someone from our past...our very distant past."
"Hmm...I'm intrigued. What's her name."
"You'll have to wait until I get back to New York for details. And wait a minute! I thought I told you not to call me while I was here. I'm still mad at you!"
"No you're not. Dude, you can't resist my charm...you know you want me."
"Ugh. I'll talk to you later Mark."
With that, Derek walked back into the conference room. He sat down in his chair. Thoughts of Meredith began floating through his head, making a smile appear on his face.
