Disclaimer: I am watching The Emperor's Club so I do not have the concentration to come up with anything funny. Not to mention I have a math test tomorrow. And GA is on tomorrow. So yes, my brain is busy. But I can still manage an update as I have it planned out.

Okay, glad everyone liked that chapter. It might sound bad but I must say this, but I do love hearing the praise. Keep it coming. I won't hold updates over your head to get it, but I do like the reviews.

This one should be fun, shortish but fun, as long as it goes how I hope it should be good.

Enjoy.

GAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGA

"She's not picking up," Derek said to his friend Patrick in frustration, around lunch time two days after the coffee date, that hadn't been a date at all. But they had kissed. That may have made it a date. Derek wasn't sure.

"Of course not. Derek give her some time." Patrick said, shaking his head.

"Time?" Derek said, giving his childhood friend a perplexed look.

"Yes Derek. Time. From what you've said, she needs it." Patrick said kind of laughing.

Derek looked determinedly at the phone in his hand. "She'll run, I know here, she'll run. I can't, I can't give her time. I made that mistake before."

Patrick just looked at his friend. He was hopeless.

"He won't stop calling," Meredith complained to Natalie, looking at the phone vibrating in her hand.

"Did you expect anything less?" Natalie said laughing.

"Yes. No. I don't know. This is confusing," Meredith answered giving her friend an exasperated look.

"I know," Natalie said.

"I don't know what to do, Nat. I really, I just don't." Meredith said, banging her head gently against Natalie's shoulder.

"Tell him that," Nat said, laughing and gesturing to the phone that was ringing again in Meredith's hands.

"No. I can't talk to him. He'll get all McDreamy and I can't . . .I can't."

"McDreamy?" Nat asked her, looking far beyond confused.

"Long story."

"Damn it," Derek yelled, kicking the wall as Meredith's answering machine picked up her phone again.

"Dude, stop stalking her," Patrick said, watching his friend run his fingers through his hair.

"I need to talk to her, I need to make sure she's okay. Hell, I need her." Derek said, turning around and sliding his back down the wall as he made a spot for himself on the floor. Seemingly Meredith was like an addiction. He had gone 2 years without her, and had managed just fine. One night with her and all he needed was more. More time. More talking. More kissing. More Meredith.

"And she needs space." Patrick said.

"Space is what got us in this mess in the first place." Derek said, laughing bitterly.

"Why won't he leave me alone?" Meredith demanded, throwing her phone on her couch as she arrived home.

"Because he loves you." Natalie said shrugging.

"Oh really? Because he has most definitely left me alone before when he supposedly loved me before." Meredith said, throwing her bag down after her phone.

Natalie gave her a look. Meredith knew this look, it was what she imagined must be the Shepherd look. Derek had given it to her times before, and so now had Nat. At least now she knew it was the same look. Not that she liked it much more now. She didn't like that look at all.

"Okay, I get it. I get what Derek did. I get it, damn it. It's just . . .he's just . . ." Meredith said, groaning with frustration. "And shouldn't you be with him, helping him with his stupidity?"

At this Natalie laughed. Really laughed. "I think I like you more."

"Right now, I can't say I blame you," Meredith said, looking down at the phone that was yet again ringing.

"I need to get out of here," Derek said, sighing and looking at the phone that had been in his hand all day.

"Sure, want to go fishing?" Patrick said, finally smiling at his friend, hoping to get his friend out in the open and off the phone. A man could only make so many phone calls in one day.

"No. Not fishing, I need to get out of here. Out of New York." Derek said, pacing up and down the hallway at his hospital.

"Dude, she needs some space, not a country. This is what got you in this mess in the first place, remember?" Patrick said.

"No. No. I messed up her life. So much. I need to fix things, I need to fix things for her." Derek said, stopping pacing and just staring at the floor at his feet.

"Derek, what are you talking about?"

"I need to fix things." And with no warning Derek started to jog down the hallway, knowing exactly what needed to be done.

"Derek, your patients?"

At that Derek stopped running and looked pensive for a second. Just a second. "Do me a favour? Tell the chief that I'll be back in a few days and to reschedule any surgeries. Just tell him . . .tell him I'm sorry."

And then Derek was running again.

"It stopped ringing," Meredith said staring at the now silent phone. It hadn't rang for fifteen minutes, she had spent the entire time staring at it. "Why? Why did it stop ringing?"

"He's probably in surgery or with a patient." Natalie said shrugging as she rifled through a medical magazine. She had given up long ago on talking to Meredith, who ceased normal conversation every time the phone rang. Which was constant. Natalie didn't know her brother had it in him to be so consistent.

"Right. Right. He's probably working. I mean, he wouldn't give up. Not after calling that often, he can't just give up. He's in surgery. He's the top neurosurgeon in the country now. And he's busy. He's saving someone's life. He'll call later. He will. I mean he has to right. I should answer it next time he calls. I should. Or maybe I should call him. Yes. Calling him would be good. I should take the step. I mean, I love him. He's my McDreamy. I should call him." Meredith rambled on, only stopping upon noticing the confused look on Nat's face. She grimaced. "Derek paces. And shuffles. I ramble. Sorry."

"It's okay, Mer, it really is. Just do what you think is right." Natalie said, trying to comfort her, and yet wanting to yell at her for not picking up earlier.

"I should call Cristina, she would know what to do. She always knows what to do."

"Mer, do you want my advice?" Meredith quietly nodded. "Call him. He's an ass. But he's your McDreamy."

"He is." Meredith agreed.

Okay, that chapter may have been crap, but it was a lot of fun to write so I really don't mind if it was good or not. Lol. I had fun jumping back and forth between them.

And the cliffhangers . . .where is Derek going? Is Meredith going to call him? Hehehe.

I'm off to start the next chapter. However I probably won't get it done tonight, as I need to get to bed soonish. But I'll start it. And it should be posted tomorrow afternoon. Around 3ish. If not earlier.

Read. Love. Review.