This chapter is mainly a filler until I have something big. I am accepting suggestions seeing as I am in a small fit of writer's block. Don't worry though, new update probably later tonight or tomorrow. This is all in Meredith's perspective, the song is "Hotel Roosevelt" by Augustana. Review and Love, you have to love it, it's practically pure Mer/Der fluff. Haha

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Grey's Anatomy. If I did, we would have a show all year long, and Patrick Dempsey would be working with no shirt on.


Last call, for the moon tonight,
Read all, rain on Friday night,
Take back all the things I said,
Lay down, rest your pretty head now...

Meredith leaned back against the cold, wood door. She blinked a few times, the glass in her hand getting warmer by the minute. It had been cold when she picked it up, but she hadn't moved her hand once, so it was slowly warming up. The tequila inside wasn't enough to make her happy, one thing could, and it wasn't even home. It was tied up in some life saving procedure. Sure it was selfish, but she was the one in need of life saving.

Her week had been hell, and Meredith was quite sure that a few more weeks would be like this. Her nose scrunched at the smell of the tequila. Usually it did it for her, even in the days she had been away from Derek. But now, his McDreamyness had gone and ruined all that for her. He ruined everything, but he did it with flare and passion and made Meredith giggle when she thought it wasn't even possible.

Last call, no more drinks tonight,
And it's not your fault, its time to walk away from,
This velvet box, full of alcohol,
And TV talks, gone on far too long

She sniffled slightly and shifted her back as it became sore leaning against the door. Meredith had done this before, with Christina, Izzie, even with George. The bathroom was turning into their confession spot. But no one was home, she was alone. Dreadfully, painfully, and sadly alone. Meredith hit her head slightly in her attempt to shift and moaned. How could one nurse, a frizzy nurse at that, cause so much hell in one person's life.

Take anything that's better for me...
Take anything that's better for you...
Take anything that's better for me...take it now...

Meredith stood up, shakily, and made her way into the kitchen, dumping her tequila right down the drain. She frowned and scowled and felt like throwing a five year olds fit. She wanted to drink tequila instead of be miserable. She ran a hand back through her golden hair and jumped slightly as the door clicked. Meredith frowned, confused this time. No one was supposed to be home, not even Alex. Not like Meredith even wanted Alex around.

Shut up, I'm wrong, I know...but we can't talk about it,
All the wars we won, but we're still walking home,
Don't give me your reasons, for all my bad intentions,
New York...LA..hey man, you know it's all the same...

"Hello?" she said, peeking around the corner.

"Why, hello there." Derek said from the shadows of the coat closet.

Meredith jumped, not expecting the shadowed figure to be Derek who was supposed to be saving someone else's life, not that she wasn't happy to see him of course. Meredith grinned once she regained her composure and picked up her pace to skip to him, jumping onto him as her arms landed across his neck.

"Whoa, my Meredith is bright and shiny." Derek said, grabbing her so she wouldn't fall. "A change, but a nice one." He grinned as she planted a kiss on him, muffling his last few words.

"Yes she is, because you're home." Meredith said through another kiss. She stepped down and pushed his shoulder slightly, playfully. "But what are you doing home? I thought you were off saving a life." Meredith grinned, still slightly confused.

"They asked me too, but Dr. Forrester was on duty and didn't get off for another shift." He said, grinning as he shut the closet door behind him. "And I heard about the nurse, you know, the frizzy one, and I figured that you would want me home." He said, passing her, but still grabbing her hand as he made his way into the kitchen, pulling her along.

"You heard?" she asked through another frown, probably her twentieth of the night. "How did you hear?" she folded her arms, pulling her hand from his.

"Umm, word got around?" he blurted out quickly, shrugging as he turned away and into the fridge. He grabbed a water and turned back around the meet Meredith's glare. "Fine, Christina. Oh, and Izzie. You're lucky you look so cute when you're mad, or else I would have never told you."

"Oh really now?" she asked, making her way over to him. She kissed his cheek lightly and slipped her hand into his. "How 'bout now?" she whispered.

"Maybe, if you were lucky." He laughed slightly.

"Hmm, still stubborn." She muttered as she moved her lips to his mouth, landing with a light kiss that slowly turned deeper into a passionate one. "How about now?" she asked as she pulled away and rested her head on his chest.

"I guess, you really know how to get a guy to admit everything, don't you?" he asked, slipping his arms around her tiny waist.

"I do." She laughed slightly, her hand sliding up to his shoulder. "Well, even if you're home for a terrible reason, I'm happy you are."

Derek grinned into her hair, taking in its lavender scent.

"Me too." He said finally, leaning back against the fridge.

Last call, everyone go home,
And take all the LA rain in,
Because it won't fall too much more this year,
The summer's gone, but I'm still right here...