Meredith paces the floor in her room as she bites down on her thumb nail. She isn't a baby. She isn't. But scary movies, well, they scare the hell out of her. She is scared. She will admit it. What if leather face comes bursting through the door, chainsaw in hand and comes after her. She imagines it would hurt like hell to be killed by chainsaw. She sure as hell doesn't want to find out.

She knows its ridiculous. She does. But she can't help it. When she was young her friends used to call her and pretend to be Chucky, saying they were going to come and play with her in that creepy voice. They only did this because they knew that it scared the hell out of her.

So, why does she watch scary movies? It's the same reason she loves sports. The adrenaline rush. That feeling that washes over you as your pulse races and you wait in anticipation for the next moment. She is an adrenaline junkie. Adrenaline is her drug of choice. And now she is coming down. She is coming down from the initial adrenaline rush from the movie and she is scared.

Okay. So maybe some of that adrenaline is from that kiss. That kiss. That amazing kiss that left her wanting more. Left her wanting to taste more of him. Left her wanting to run her tongue over his defines muscles as he tangles his fingers in her hair. He makes her feel like never before. He turns her on and has left her wanting sex like she has never wanted it before. She had felt his erection under her as she sat on his lap and she wanted him inside of her. For the first time in her life she wanted sex. She really really wanted sex. She wants sex. She wants sex with Derek.

And now here she is, pacing back and forth between her room and the living area. She can't sleep. She can't sleep and she is scared. She is tempted to knock on his door and seek the comfort that he offers. She is tempted, but she is afraid of what will happen if she does. He already told her that he wanted her. No one had ever really wanted her before. Her only boyfriend, a guy that she thought she loved, had dumped her after she lost her virginity to him. What if Derek sleeps with her and then doesn't want her anymore? What would happen then?

She hears a noise and immediately stops pacing. Her heart is beating rapidly as she glances around the room. She is terrified. Her hands are shaking and she hugs her arms close to her body. Another loud noise sends her scurrying across the living area to Derek's door. She hesitates only a moment before knocking gently. She doesn't wait for a response before she opens the door. She pokes her head in through the opening and sees that Derek is asleep. She doesn't know what to do. She doesn't want to wake him. He has a full day of practice tomorrow and he does need his sleep. She glances around, unsure of what to do. Another noise causes Meredith to jump and her hesitation in waking Derek disappears.

Meredith (barely above a whisper): Derek!

There is a low grumble that originates from a lump on the bed but he doesn't wake up. Meredith shifts from one foot to the other. She doesn't know what to do. She can't turn back now. She is too scared to turn back. Just seeing him and being near him has alleviated some of her fear. So, she sticks her head in a little further.

Meredith (a little louder): Derek!

Derek snaps up in the bed and looks wildly around. His eyes are wide and his hair is sticking out at odd angles.

Derek (in a voice heavy with sleep): Wha?

Derek still doesn't see the source of his name as his eyes attempt to adjust to the dark room. He doesn't see her. He doesn't see her head sticking into his room, so her starts to lie back down. Meredith notices this and yells his name again.

Meredith (in a screaming whisper): Derek!

Derek jerks back up and looks at her. He looks at her but he doesn't see her. Finally, his eyes adjust.

Derek (sleepily): Meredith?

Meredith slowly pushes the door open to reveal more of her body. She steps tentatively into the room. Derek runs his hand over his face as he squints his eyes at her.

Derek: Is something wrong?

Meredith shifts from one foot to the other as she wrings her hands nervously. She bites down on her bottom lip as she glances at him.

Meredith (barely above a whisper): I'm scared.

Derek blinks once. Twice.

Derek: What?

Meredith takes another small step towards the bed. His bed. Derek's bed. He is leaning back on his elbows now, staring at her with confusion etched on his face.

Meredith (in a shaky voice): I'm scared.

Derek runs his hand over his face once again as he processes what she is saying.

Derek: Of what?

Meredith blushes slightly, but Derek doesn't see it.

Meredith (in a small voice): Leatherface.

Meredith refuses to meet Derek's scrutinizing gaze as he stares at her. He begins to chuckle softly.

Derek: Seriously?

Meredith crosses her arms over her chest and takes a defensive stance for a moment.

Meredith: No. I'm just joking. I just happen to like going into other people's rooms late at night to wake them up.

Derek shrugs.

Derek: I thought maybe you were wanting some sex.

Meredith's mouth falls slightly agape as she stares down at him. She walks over to the bed and grabs a pillow before hitting him with it. Derek grabs the pillow from her and pulls her down onto the bed.

Meredith squeaks in surprise as she lands on top of Derek. Derek chuckles at her surprise.

Derek: That wasn't very nice.

Meredith feigns innocence.

Meredith: What?

Derek: Waking me up and then hitting me with a pillow.

Derek can't help but smile as Meredith pulls herself up off of him and moves to the very edge of the bed. He leans back up on his elbows.

Derek: So, you're scared?

Meredith bites on her bottom lips as she stares at him and nods slowly. Derek smiles, but refrains from chuckling.

Derek: You're scared of leatherface?

Once again Meredith nods as she looks at him from under her lashes. Derek chuckles slightly before lifting up the covers on one side of the bed.

Derek (chuckling): Get in.

Meredith quickly crawls underneath the covers. The essence of Derek wafts into her nostrils and she closes her eyes to enjoy and memorize his scent. She can feel him lie back down next to her as she faces away from him. She is afraid to turn and look at him, but she can feel the heat radiating from his body.

Derek: Goodnight, Meredith.

Meredith: Goodnight, Derek.

wow. Thanks for all the comments. Over 100 now. Sorry the updates have been less often...school is crazy...

-Marci