Meredith clawed the digital chart between her thumb and index finger attached to her left hand, the other gripping a black Expo marker. The writing utensil squawked against the O.R board, squeaksqueaksqueak, scheduling a liver resection at four o'clock.
Since finding Derek, Meredith's learned to be reverent on managing her temper and tolerance level among her surrounding subordinates. Although, her version of cordial differed tremendously from Derek's perspective, Meredith gave Derek her word she'd attempt to keep the roaring beast coiling within her soul in check.
Meredith assumed April Kepner's strenuous gaping hadn't diverted its attention away from the back of Meredith's skull, as it had been there ever since she'd engrossed herself in scribbling appointments to the white board. The Meredith Grey everyone fraternized with six months ago would have terminated the irksome stalking Dr. Kepner bestowed upon her. Unfortunately the new subconscious she'd developed was urging Meredith in a different direction, reeling her away from the option her brain opted to pursue.
"Don't you dare even think about drop-kicking Dr. Kepner off of the roof of this hospital!" Her conscious babbled repetitively.
Besides the overwhelming and relentless amount of guilt she'd experience after shooing April away like some pest she'd mauled with a broom, Meredith didn't want Derek to think less of her for shattering the progress she'd made. Pre-Derek Meredith was chortling in the background, she would never authorize a man to depict her behavior. Post-Derek Meredith was wearing chastity belts, a single wrong move and her lover would be good as gone. Derek's opinion was by far the most important in Meredith's orbit at times.
Relief spilled over Meredith as she finished inking her schedule. Finally. She could easily escape April Kepner's stare down with the back of her head without imploding like an erupting volcano. She snapped the polymer cap back onto the marker. The tresses tapered to her scalp whipped as she turned to face the scenery opposite of the O.R. board. Immediately, her emerald eyes pasted to April's. Her instincts of the red-head watching were spot on and a part of her ached to have been wrong, for just one damn time. She ultimately had two options; shoot her a fake and friendly grin or assault her for the languishing gawk. Perhaps a combination of the two would minimize the backlash she'd pay for.
"Dr. Kepner," Meredith pressed the iPad against her chest in an effort to restrain her hands from clawing April's eyes out. "Is there something I may help you with?" Her tone hinted at annoyance but was washed out by the cordial one she'd managed to perform in front of the hospital. Maybe if she hadn't been so hellbent on being a general surgeon she'd be an actress.
April appeared startled by the sudden interrogation by Meredith's behalf. "I, uh- no." Her response was uneducated in the sense that a three year old could most likely convey a more coherent response. "No, I don't need anything." She clarified, stuffing each of her hands into the pockets of her crisp and clean lab coat.
Meredith's expression suggested she wasn't completely sold on the reply, but was far too chafed to argue. "Hmm, alright then." Meredith divulged lightly, stepping closer to April. "It's just I would prefer your eyes engage something other than the back of my head." Meredith realized the message she'd sent to April was less than what she'd hoped to assert. She followed the statement up with a small laugh, to soften the hostile tension drifting through the two women.
April's questionable glance screamed, 'what the actual fuck is going on?' although Meredith wouldn't be the one to point it out.
"In all seriousness, if you need something I will be down by radiology." Meredith disclosed the conversation and turned to voyage toward the far end of the building.
Meredith detoured by the attending's lounge. The raging, hot, and sweaty sex the beast lingering within her core indulged on the previous night had increased her fatigue by a gazillion to say the least. Perhaps feasting on little Derek all night long wasn't the most intelligent judgement call she'd ever made. However her carnal desires couldn't be tamed around Derek The Adonis Shepherd even if that meant karma would kick her in the ass all flipping day. Her joints and muscles ached to be given a rest and the sluggish-mush in her skull was reverent on replenishing with the help of a couple hours of slumber. Highly caffeinated espresso would have to substitute for the time being, just until her liver resection was over.
She wandered into the room, craning her neck in every direction to relieve the knots. "You look rough, darling." A distant tone pricked her ear drums. Meredith was so discontented that she'd been unable to identify the familiar voice.
"Huh?" Drifted sloppily from between her lips. She heaved a sigh of relief as the tension in her neck popped loose. Meredith fluttered her eyelids in an attempt to cater to the individual conveying to her. The fingers splaying across Meredith's hips startled her, just momentarily. She recognized Derek's ebony curls and the stiffness overpowering her relinquished. Just Derek.
"Oh." She sighed. Meredith curled her fingers around his neck, the pads of her fingers toying with the stray baby hairs pasted to the back of his flesh. She relished his tresses even if Derek claimed he despised the wild mane sprouting from his scalp. "Sorry, I think I'm a little out of it." She apologized. A light chuckle chased after her statement.
Derek stroked the side of Meredith's hair as he guided the couple to the leather worn couch positioned in the corner of the tiny lounge. Meredith was too relaxed sprawled out in Derek's grasp to even care if a co-worker were to burst through the door any moment.
"You did quite the number on me last night." She added. She rustled against his chest, using his bicep as her own personal pillow. The familiar feeling of Derek's hands knotted into her honey-blonde tresses relaxes her. Pre-Derek Meredith never had anyone to ease her nerves and worries. She substituted surgeries for actual people. Meredith basked in the glory of having someone to provide comfort and security when surgeries weren't available. A person.
"If I recall," Derek snorted, his dominant hand sifting to the knots in the lower quadrant of her back. "You're the one who insisted on having hot and dirty sex last night."
Meredith rolled her eyes, repositioning the spot she claimed on her personal pillow, also known as Derek upper body. "How am I supposed to tame the wild beast that literally lives in my vagina when everything you do is so damn hot?" She implored.
Derek exerted a long and strenuous chuckle, a snarky hint lingering in the aftertaste of his hardy laugh. "A beast lives in your lady-parts?" He glanced downward and the only thing she could depict from the expression roaming his facial features was the arrogant smirk stretching across his faintly stubbled cheeks.
"And you don't?" Meredith scoffed. "Everyone has a raging animal down there somewhere."
"Maybe I didn't know I had one because my beast is constantly being fed by a certain someone..."
The faint glimmer of light peeking through the blinds placed at the far right of the room lit Derek's eyes up. The constant sparkle drifting through his irises on the daily had been intensified to a fiery glitter. Other than the mop of hair sprouting from his head, Meredith adored his eyes. Little Derek may be able to quench little Meredith's thirst, but his eyes were two tranquil oceans that could send her everlasting rage to an oblivion of nothing. Those damn eyes. And no matter how much of a dickhead he could amount to at times, Meredith couldn't remain angry for long if her attitude was victim of the spell his irises cast on it.
"Are you saying I'm a slutty little whore who has the libido of a horny sixteen year old?" Meredith smirked, nuzzling her nose against the crook of his neck. His aftershave tickled her nostrils. His signature fragrance consisted of 'Old Spice' and some kind of cologne she'd grown fond of. Calvin Klein? No maybe Polo. Meredith didn't know.
"Of course not." His tone radiating sincerity.
She wasn't reverent on taking the conversation any farther. Meredith knew Derek sought her out as the exact opposite of the mental imagery she'd painted for the both of them. She was only ever sultry for Derek anyhow.
They lay in a comfortable silence for moments to come. Basking in one another's company was conversation enough. Meredith mentally thanked the Gods no one had waltzed in to interrupt the heavenly moment she'd shared with her boyfriend. Boyfriend. At times it felt foreign to refer to him as that. Partner. She'd only ever had a few in her past, each of those relationships ending in tormented peril. Lover. Pre-Derek Meredith staggered at the four letter word. L-O-V-E. Fairytales and happy endings were nothing more than child's play to Meredith Grey. Derek reeled her perspective to a new direction and she was happily cruising down the highway of love with him at her side. Post-Derek Meredith saw a potential future with this man. An engagement. A home together. Possibly children if she overcame the 'I'm going to be the most horrific mother ever' phobia.
"What's up with April Kepner?" Meredith broke the eternal silence with the stirring question she'd been meaning to get off her chest. Derek was her person, the only person she could convey personal thoughts and opinions to without precaution. She trusted him with ever cell her body held captive.
"What?" His body stiffened and suddenly a sinking feeling twisted and knotted in the pit of her gut. "What about April Kepner?" She sensed the peril lurking in his response although he seemed apprehensive on showing it.
Meredith splayed her fingers across his chest, twisting the charcoal colored hairs poking out of the neckline of his navy scrubs. "Why is she so hellbent on stalking me?" His tension sifted off and that calmed Meredith, slightly.
"Maybe she's just scared of you." He snorted. She playfully slapped his tricep and wagged a finger between his eyes.
"Everyone is scared of me, Derek. Besides if she were, why on earth would she want to stalk me?"
Derek heaved a strenuous sigh, maneuvering an arm around Meredith's hip. "I'm not scared of you." His irises glittered and a flutter pulsated within Meredith's belly. Her chest tightened, in a good way. Deep down Meredith didn't enjoy the fact every single person at that damn hospital feared her or just downright hated her. She substituted emotions with hostility. Pre-Derek Meredith wasn't familiar with small talk and conversation. She only ever conveyed commentary revolving around surgeries and the hospital. Before meeting Derek, Meredith's life was nothing more than an everlasting carousel ride of scalpels and surgeries.
"The carousel never stops turning." Her mother had said that once, one of the very few memories she'd ever shared with her mom.
"I know." Suddenly Meredith had lost track on the topic of conversation. April Kepner and her gawking no longer deemed as most important on Meredith's mental list of topics to convey. "Can we go to your trailer tonight?" Her tone barely above a whisper. "We haven't been there in a while. I need a break from uptown Seattle."
Derek rubbed her hipbone in slow, continuous strokes. Meredith's freckle dusted nose bushing against Derek's. The moment looked as if it could have been taken right out a movie scene. Their lips quivering as they aspired to join in a dueling war of spit swap.
The door opening halted the couples intimate moment. They jolted away from one another and Meredith prayed that whoever rudely intruded on the attentive moment she'd been sharing with her lover hadn't seen a single second of it.
George O'Malley was the menacing scoundrel who'd entered an uninviting territory. Meredith wasn't too familiar with him, other than the fact she'd shared her intern year at Seattle Grace with him. Meredith brushed the imaginary dust from her scrub pants, standing on shaky legs. Her gaze shifted back to Derek momentarily. He seemed serene at the bare minimum. As if O'Malley's sudden walk in hadn't phased him a single inch. That thought plucked at Meredith's heart. She knew Derek secretly ached to show off his shiny new girlfriend to everyone he came in contact with.
"Thank you, Dr. Shepherd," Meredith disclosed, prying the digital chart from the side table she'd planted there when entering half an hour earlier. "For the um, consult." Consult? Her brain was far too fried to conjure something more convincing up in truth.
"No problem, Dr. Grey." He flashed her a smile and his eyes read, 'I'll meet you at my trailer later tonight.'
Meredith nodded, glancing over to Dr. O'Malley. He looked as if he might create a wet spot on the speckled flooring momentarily. His expression flashed an 'I don't know what to do!' haze. She blamed the incompetence of the staff at this hospital on the chief of surgery for approving such morons to pursue residency there.
Her fingers curled around the metallic doorknob before exiting the attending's lounge. She'd trotted halfway down the corridor before coming to the realization she'd never replenished any coffee, the sole purpose of scavenging into the lounge. Crap. She blamed her lack of caffeinated beverage on Derek who'd distracted her from the main goal she'd set in stone. Meredith contemplated the idea of heading back. She figured to roam the safer option as her liver resection began in a few minutes.
"Ugh..." Meredith drifted, her mind too cloudy to form a coherent conversation. Just as scheduled, she journeyed down to Derek's land for the evening. She relished it out there. It was a whole different universe and the lack of human lifeforms was just an added bonus. Her brain couldn't handle anyone other than Derek for the rest of the day.
Meredith's toes sprawled outward, wriggling in every direction the petite little nubs could manage. Numerous noises erupted from her cavern, each one an indicator of pleasure and desire swirling together in a blender of lust and love.
"Up." She panted. Meredith mentioned being far too exhausted to endure the full on sexual experience with Derek. He offered without hesitation to help her 'unwind' for the evening.
She lay against her back, occasionally arching upward as the small waves of pleasure coiled up her spine like leaves on a vine. The dissonance she'd experienced for the better half of the day faded away as Derek carnally masseused her entire body. He'd left not a single inch of skin untouched, his tongue teasing her naked flesh intricately. Her skin glistened with sweat as she orally guided Derek's head where she aspired it to be. He'd only ever ventured down to 'lady town' with his mouth a few times, each time only lasting a few minutes or so.
Her breath hitches as he's found jackpot. The scenery around her dissolves into nothing more than a fuzzy blur of assorted colors. Her fingers become victim of the tongue assault he's convicted against her cleft and she clenches the bedsheets between her digits in an attempt to calm the burning ball conjuring in her lower abdomen. Her feet sink into the mattress, dipping the plush surface downward. In the back of her mind, she feels guilt for not repaying her boyfriend for the pleasure he's bestowed on her. However the better part of her brain was focused more than less on getting to her high. The orgasmic bliss. The itch she's been needing to scratch. Her highway to heaven.
The world stops its orbit momentarily. Everything's moving in slow motion and nothing else in the entire universe matters except for this specific moment. Sparks glitter her vision and the coiling fire in her pelvis bursts into a million orgasmic pieces. Her back creates a thump against the mattress, the bedsprings squeaking in the aftermath. Coming back down was always the best part. The tremors zipping up and down her spine, her eyes glazed with sex and desire.
A hand brushed against the left side of her thigh, squeezing lightly to show off a form of reassurance. Meredith blinked several times in an effort to repair her her eyesight. "Der... Derek." She whimpered a small quiver present in her tone. He'd taken the ever living life right out of her and. She caught a glimpse of his raven curls positioned in between her limp legs and a churning smirk approaching his cheeks.
"How was that for unwinding?" Meredith could piece together he was proud of his accomplishment at the bare minimum. She enjoyed breaking those silly gender stereotypes by taking the lead in any task at hand instead of allowing her male counterparts do the dirty work for her. Her partnership to Derek was no exception to her behavior. Meredith tended to take the reign of any activity performed in their relationship, especially if said activity was taking place in the bedroom. In truth Meredith found humor in her current situation. Normally she was the one between his legs smirking to oblivion as to how easily whipped he was by just the simplest of gestures. The tables were certainly turned that night and secretly she relished it.
"I think your tongue may have little Derek beat by just a sliver." She pinched her thumb and forefinger together, leaving a tiny gap in between the pads of her fingers to demonstrate her point visually.
Derek crawled upward, laying next to her fatigued figure. He pressed his hands against her belly, splaying his fingers across her navel. Maternal thoughts roamed her brain at that very moment. She imagined Derek as one of those cliche fathers. The ones who constantly stroked the baby bump. The ones who communicated with the developing fetus. The ones who delivered an extra 'I love you' to the bun in the oven before falling asleep. He'd be an excellent dad nonetheless. They rarely discussed their future, much less discussed forming a family together. Six months ago the slightest idea of having a child petrified her. Post-Derek Meredith was much more open to the idea even if she had worrisome fears of tormenting her only child.
Meredith glanced down and intertwined their fingers together. Derek's hand was much larger than her own and she mentally snorted at the way her bony fingers clamped around his which compared to the size of sausages. "Do you ever think about, babies?" She spewed the word vomit without even calculating the thought mentally first. Stupid baby thoughts.
"What do you mean by babies?" His brow crinkled and a puzzled expression crossed his features, although the steady grasp he held to her hand never lightened. Not even for a moment.
"I don't know- babies." She ached he'd get the message she was trying to convey. Derek certainly was no mind-reader to say the least. "Babies. Do you ever think about having babies. Children of your own?"
Her heart fluttered gazing at him preen like a child on Christmas morning. "I've always wanted a baby." He confirmed with no hesitation. His left hand remained firmly across her abdomen and she noticed his gaze divert down to her bare skin. "Honestly I'm that guy. The one who's been dreaming of having this perfect life. The one who wanted to get married and have kids- damnit I sound like a woman." Derek chuckled softly, lowering his head.
"Hey," Meredith interrupted. "There is nothing wrong with being a woman."
"Oh trust me, you've made that crystal clear for me." Derek winked at her playfully and began to stroke lightly over his girlfriends tummy. Her assumptions confirmed instantly. He was definitely going to be one of those fathers. "Anyways. I've always wanted a baby but I never had anyone who'd been willing to give that to me." Derek orated that as if he'd been in serious relationships before with women who hadn't been willing to have a child with him.
"I have a hostile uterus." She blurted involuntarily. The amount of peril she was currently experiencing after concluding Derek could potentially leave her for not being able create a baby with him scared the ever living hell right out of her. Her subconscious scoffed; since when did Meredith Grey fear over a man leaving her? "It would be difficult for me to conceive a baby." Meredith clarified, noticing the confusion sprawl across Derek's face. "A few years back I um." She paused. "Went to my gynecologist and I was informed my uterus was hostile. I could carry a child but I guess it would be difficult to even make a baby."
Derek's nose pressed to her hair became a prominent feeling and it suddenly eased the tension in her body, turning her every muscle, every bone, every limb into pure jello. Only he could do that to her. "I guess we'd have to have lots of sex to make baby." She knew a smirk was stretched across his cheeks just by his tone and somehow his dirty commentary made her dark and twisty mood a little brighter.
"I'm serious!" A light giggle flittering from between her lips. "You want a baby but what if we get married and-"
"You want to marry me?" He nibbled her ear lobe.
"Shut up, Derek!" Meredith's neck craned to his direction and their eyes locked in a swirl of hazel green and cobalt blue. "Seriously." Her voice softer. "What if we get married and I can't make a baby for you." Her tone was raw, thick with emotion. "The one damn thing a woman is supposed to be able to do, I can't..." she mumbled beneath her breath.
"Hey," Derek removed his left hand from her belly and replaced the palm against Meredith's cheek. "Hostile doesn't mean you can't. It just means it takes a little more practice."
"But what if I can't?"
"Mere, there are other ways of making children. If the time comes and we end up down the line married and you honest to God want to have a baby and we try and try and try and it just doesn't work out then we can use a surrogate or adopt a baby. It's not foreign to do those things."
The two glittering oceans plastered to his face calmed Meredith's nerves. His eyes always calmed her nerves. "Before I met you the word 'babies' horrified me." She chuckled and wiped the wetness from her waterline. "I didn't have intentions of meeting someone. Falling in love with them. I didn't believe in crummy fairytales and happy endings. That stuff just remained a myth to me. Then you rode into my life as my knight in shining... whatever and now here I am laying in your bed naked talking about having a baby." Meredith's eyes glistened as glossy tears conjured against her irises. "How freaking crazy is that?" She felt like an idiot for crying. Meredith Grey does not cry. But then again Meredith Grey didn't believe in love yet she sit completely dumbstruck by Derek Christopher Shepherd.
'I love you.'
'I really freaking love you.'
"Pretty freaking crazy." Derek replied in a hushed whisper. He inched closer to Meredith's body, curling his free arm around her waist. The couple lay against their sides, nose to nose. "I love you." He mumbled. "I love you so much, Meredith Grey."
Maybe fairytales and true love weren't a big myth. Perhaps everyone has a soulmate out there somewhere and some are more curious as to finding them than others. Meredith thought she'd found her soulmate a long while ago and when that didn't go as planned soulmates deemed as nothing more than a legend in her book. Then came Derek Shepherd and her perspective had flip flopped, twisted, and tumbled down a tall mountain.
"I love you, too." She mashed their lips together. He tasted of warm mint with a hint of her own arousal lingering behind. She could kiss him forever. Her tongue was dancing the tango with his own. She only ever wanted to kiss him.
"Long night?" Standing next to the nurses station may have not been the brightest decision Meredith had ever made, however she knew if she hadn't leant against the desk she might have toppled over. She hadn't meant to have several consecutive rounds of mega steaming hot sex. She'd failed to fulfill the promise she'd made her body twenty-four hours ago to rest. But her raging, horny, vagina-living beast couldn't contain itself, especially after the heartfelt baby talk Meredith had shared with Derek the previous night.
Rose had been a pain in the ass lately. It seemed as if she had her own personal 'Meredith Radar' that rang whenever Meredith was having a rough morning. What the hell was up her asshole anyways? Doesn't Rose have better things to do than worry about who Meredith Grey is screwing? Obviously not.
"Rose." Meredith divulged through gritted teeth. "Just didn't get much sleep is all." Why did she have to promise Derek to keep her temper in check? She would have slapped that lingering smirk on Rose's face off long ago.
"Hmm." Her nails clacked against the counter. "Whoever the guy is must be excellent in bed." In the back of Meredith's mind, she knew Rose knew about she and Derek. She knew Rose was jealous Meredith had stolen Derek from her clammy little hands. She knew Rose just wanted to crawl under Meredith's skin. It was all Meredith could do to restrain herself from screaming out, 'Yes Rose, Derek Shepherd is so fucking amazing in bed. I'm so sorry you're such a jealous whore!'
Instead she responded with, "I guess I'm very lucky."
"Excuse me." A rough voice pricked Meredith's eardrum. "Who was bothering me now?" Her conscience whined. It was all she could do to keep herself in order, she didn't need another incompetent idiot stirring the pot even more than it already had been.
Meredith glanced upward, her vision fixating on a tall, sexy guy dressed in a leather jacket. His chiseled jawline complemented the chin strap of facial hair lining his face. His hair a combination of salt and pepper moused and tussled with some kind of hair product. Although the grey hairs were prominent in his tresses, his face radiated youth. His light eyes were a swirl of desire and lust and just by the mere glance Meredith could figure out this foreign man had definitely had more than a few 'lady partners' to fulfill his needs.
Her resentment to this guy vanished instantly. 'He can ask me anything he wants' she mentally asserted. "May I help you with something?"
He grinned and a row of pearly whites clotted Meredith's vision. He had a really nice smile.
"I'm looking for the chiefs office, chief Webber." He stretched an arm out and the fingers on his right hand wiggled. Who knows where the hell those hands have been. Knowing or not knowing, Meredith obliged to the gesture and shook his hand firmly. His palms were rough and the flesh resembled the hands of a surgeon after scrubbing in and out of surgeries plentiful of times. "Mark Sloan, by the way."
"Meredith Grey." She replied. The name sounded vaguely familiar. Where had she heard that name? TV? Nah, he was hot for sure but his charisma didn't radiate 'super famous celebrity.' His hands resembled those of a surgeons, perhaps he was one himself. Where had she heard that name? Meredith realized the wonder would eat her up all day unless her mind could cooperate and just remember the damn name! "Can I ask why you're looking for the chief?"
Mark folded his hands, leaning against the nurses station. "Plastics. I'm a renowned plastic surgeon, I had my own private practice back in Manhattan." Of course! That's where she'd heard his name. He was only one of the countries best plastic surgeons. What the hell was he doing here in Seattle? "I'm here to speak with chief Webber regarding an open position as the head of plastic surgery."
Meredith brushed a loose strand of blonde out of her eyes, tucking it back behind her ear. "What about your private practice?"
"Sold it." Mark ran a hand through his swirl of black and grey hair.
"Why Seattle Grace though? I mean this is a great hospital and all but I know there are amazing hospitals back in New York. What about Mount Sinai?" Meredith hadn't meant to be such a prying pest, but the curiosity was eating her away. In truth she'd wondered the same thing about why the hell Derek had voyaged down to the west coast. He claimed he'd been in need of a 'change of scenery' but deep down Meredith realized something deeper had pulled him down. Derek mentioned being a different person back in Manhattan and she couldn't penalize him for having a past, even she had a dark and twisty past, but she'd never moved across the country because of it.
"Let's just say I have a few loose ends to tie up down here in Seattle." His statement puzzled her. Tie up a few loose ends. What the hell did that mean? She was eager to jump the gun and ask 'what loose ends?' and she would have in a heartbeat.
Then a fist came hurdling out of nowhere.
"Fuck." Derek grumbled, the man attached to the fist that had just pummeled a dent into Mark Sloan's cheekbone. Meredith's irises grew to saucers and a hand pressed firmly against her chest. A miniature crowd formed around the commotion, numerous murmurs and whispers buzzing around. She'd never witnessed Derek so violent before and it secretly scared her. What the hell just happened.
"Derek..." Meredith began. Mentally she realized she'd just crossed a line by using his first name around their subordinates but hell, she couldn't have cared less. She inched closer, her fingers brushing against his bloody knuckle.
He used his good hand to splay his fingers across his untamed ravenous mane. "Meredith, that's Mark. The man who'd been secretly sleeping with my fiancée also known as my ex- best friend."
"Fiancée?" She croaked.
Authors note:
Shit is going down! Shit is about to go down! This had been my plan from the beginning. I never had any intentions on making MerDer happy and together forever from the start. I know some of you didn't want Mark or Addison involved in this story, but come on what's a good story without a little bit of drama? I promise this story isn't the same as the one on Grey's Anatomy so don't scream and stomp just yet. Basically Mark showing up is Derek'a tormented past coming back to haunt him, a past he left behind in New York along with all the other things he'd been in that other life. AGAIN! This. Is. Not. The. Same. Story. As. Grey's. Just because a few things here and there are similar doesn't mean it's how they'll play out as they did on the show. Don't give up hope for MerDer just yet, I promise this is the beginning of all the secrets pouring out you've all been patiently waiting for. I hope this chapter sufficed for the wait I put all you through. Also what did you all think about the baby talk they had? And I should probably break out the weed killer for Rose. Please comment your thoughts! That's what makes me want to update and favorite as well! I love you all so much! Also, for those reviewing as guests, if your review isn't posting its most likely due to fact I haven't moderated it yet. I'm not sure why makes me moderate the reviews for guests but I promise, I see all of your reviews and I love seeing them! :)