Disclaimer: I don't own the show. I wish I did. God how I wished I did. Life would be so much better for everyone. Well everyone but Shonda, as she wouldn't own the show but oh well.
Sorry that this has taken forever. I've been busy with work and friends and family and stuff. But it is finally here now. And to let you know...it's now skipped time. The last chapters were in 1990...we're now in 1993. So yeah, that's the main thing to know about this update. Everything else will be filled in in the chapter.
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"You know they have proffesionals for this kind of stuff," Derek groaned as he lifted another heavy box from the back of the truck.
"But than I wouldn't have had an excuse to see my two favourite brothers," Natalie laughed from where she stood holding the door open for Mark.
"He's just complaining because he knows I look better carrying the heavy shit," Mark joked, walking past Natalie and into her new house, located right in downtown Boston.
"I'm not complaining," Derek complained rolling his eyes. "But I came out here to see my baby sister, not to lug stuff around."
"You knew you were coming out here to lug heavy stuff around," Natalie replied, matching Derek's eye roll with one of her own. "I think you've been hanging around Addison too long. Afraid you're going to break a nail?"
Derek just groaned as he entered the house. Natalie had called him a few weeks ago, begging him and Mark to take the weekend off to help her move into her first home. Because apparently her two older brothers, as unofficial as one was, was cheaper than an actual moving company. And apparently she missed them. And Derek had always had a problem saying no to his youngest sister, it just wasn't in him. So he took a weekend off, even though he was busy with him and Mark were both busy with their residencies. He took a weekend off and came to help.
"Honestly, guys, I can't thank you enough," Natalie gushed looking around her house that was now full of boxes.
"It's no problem," Derek shrugged, falling onto the misplaced couch they had moved in their earlier.
"I needed a change of scene for the weekend," Mark sighed.
"Already slept with all the women in New York, Markie?" Natalie teased laughing.
"Hell no, there's still tons of women waiting to take a ride on the Mark Sloan express," Mark laughed. "But I thought I could throw in a Boston woman or two while I'm here. Keep things interesting."
"You're an idiot," Derek sighed.
"You're boring," Mark argued back.
"At least I'm not an STD factory," Derek grinned.
"At least I'm not an old married man at 28," Mark laughed.
"I'm not married," Derek pouted.
"Pratically," Mark said, disgust in his voice. "How long has it been since you even thought of another woman?"
Derek pushed himself off the couch and headed towards the washroom, not answering the question. It had been five minutes, five minutes since he had thought of another woman. He wanted to blame his constant thoughts of her on the fact he was back in her city, where they had met and where he had nearly moved. It had been three years since he had come here on that field trip, and still he thought of her constantly. She was always in the back of his mind, sometimes at the most inopportune moments but she was always there.
He didn't even try to forget about her.
He picked up his sister's phone that he had plugged in earlier to phone home and checked his messages.
"Hey Der, it's me. Because I haven't heard from you in about a month. And I'm freaking out here, which I know I shouldn't be. We don't talk often, we never have. Your busy. You're a doctor, you have to save lives and whatever. But ummm...I miss you. There I said it. I miss you. I miss hearing your voice on my machine, because we never have a real conversation, but well, I like hearing your voice. But I'm not freaking out. I just thought I'd call and say I umm...miss you. BEEP.
Derek laughed gently into the phone. She never called him. Ever. In the last three years, after he had finally remembered to leave his number in a message, she had maybe called 10 times. And only when something major happened, like when she had gotten into Dartmouth. Or when her and that ass she had been dating, Finn, finally had broken up. She never called like that just to say she missed him. He missed her. Even though they never talked, they made an art of leaving messages on each other's machines. He missed her.
It felt good to know he wasn't alone in the missing.
It was summer vacation. She'd be home. He had her phone number, he knew her name. He could look her up, find her, go say hi. She'd be shocked, and hopefully pleased to see him. They missed each other. And he wondered constantly what she was like now. If her hair was still pink. If she still wore all black. He wanted to know.
'Nat, do you know where your phone book is?" Derek asked, clapping his hands as he jogged back into the room.
"The previous owners left one on the counter," Nat answered pointing towards the kitchen. "Why?"
"An old friend I want to check in on, maybe stop by, say hi," he smiled.
"Man, no. You're not. It's been three years...you can't be serious," Mark groaned.
"I have to do this," he shrugged. "I'm here, she's here. I have to see her."
"Derek, you have Addison, stop being stupid," Mark argued.
"I'm not being stupid, but she's...she's...I have to go see her," Derek said, shuffling on his feet excitedly.
"What are you two talking about?" Nat asked, looking at them both, completely confused.
"Elevator girl," Mark answered, nodding.
"Her? He's stil hung up on her?" Nat asked, scrunching up her nose.
"How does she know about Meredith? How do you know about Meredith?" Derek demanded to know.
"Mark told us," Natalie shrugged.
"Man, they had a right to know that the man of the house had fallen in love with some crazy chick on an elevator. You know...in case you acted strange in the future. Like now," Mark elaborated.
Derek shook his head in disgust at both of them. He didn't expect them to understand his connection to Meredith. He wasn't quite sure he did. He just knew after a really quick elevator ride together that she was it. And although they couldn't be together, he needed her. Some way. He just knew. So he called, and called. Even when it felt pointless, even when he had nothing to say in the message, he called. And somehow, by some strange twist of fate, she never let him down, she always proved herself to be exactly what he wanted. She always managed to fit him. He really didn't understand it.
But now, being in her city, he had to call her.
"I'm calling her," Derek said, shaking his head decidedly. "Don't bother arguing. Don't bother trying to stop me. I'm going to go see her."
You're not, you're not mine, Ooh, what am I supposed to do?
So they've been talking on the phone for three years, well actually playing phone tag for three years. Sharing lives without being close to each other at all or even ever really talking. And now Derek is in Boston, Meredith's home. And she left him a message saying she missed him, which she never actually does. So he's happy to hear from her and he's there, so he wants to call her. Hehehe.
Hopefully will get the next one up tomorrow night, Wednesday at the latest.
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