HELLO AGAIN! This chapter is very random, but cute, I think. I hope you agree.

This is me returning to this story once and for all as I post the bonus chapter to Keeping the Secret with a very large disclaimer..

It gets a little, uh... racy, towards the end. Nothing too graphic which would require me to up it to "M" (at least I don't think - its just a little, involved, is all) If you disagree and think I should change the rating you can let me know, but you all have been warned!

Oh, and please bear with me here - it reads fast, but it is 6000 words :) YOU KNOW YOU'RE EXCITED!!!!!!! WOOOOO!!!


Angie was leaning over in Derek's lap, looking out the window of the plane as it lowered to touch down on the island of Maui. She smiled as the beaches and palm trees came into view, secretly wishing Derek was awake to see it too.

As she pulled herself back into her seat, she couldn't help but give a sympathetic giggle at her new fiancée. He was fast asleep with his head resting against the interior of the plane, his forehead furrowed, clutching his water bottle in his right hand. Even though he had taken three Dramamine before they departed from Angeles Bay, the pills had been no match for Derek's motion-sickness – or his insane hatred for flying.

Angie grabbed his hand lightly, and rubbed it, before leaning over to kiss his forehead. He stirred for a second, and then groggily opened his eyes.

"Morning, sunshine…" she said, a big smile on her face. "Look…"

Derek turned his head in the direction she pointed, growing excited as he saw their gorgeous vacation destination. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her back over him so she could see too, before groaning unhappily – he was going to have to lay down for a bit when they landed. As the wheels touched down with a loud 'bump', Derek breathed a sigh of relief – he couldn't wait to get off the plane. A short taxi later, the plane had been docked and they were ready to go. Angie gathered her giant carry-on bag and he grabbed his bottles of water, and they exited the plane.

Baggage check went pretty smoothly – for such an amazing place, very few people seemed like they were traveling here at the current time… and when he looked at his plane ticket he remembered why.

"I can't believe that Cybil and Greg blew six grand on these tickets…" Derek said, still feeling a tad guilty for accepting them.

"I know…" Angie replied, pulling up the handle on her bag and beginning to walk. "But, you deserve it after what you did for them – twice… I mean, why do you think that after we got together, I sent Naomi that really expensive necklace?"

Derek smiled. "Ah, I guess you're right – this is, what, our second vacation together? And the first one was to Washington, DC, and I almost got robbed…"

She giggled – he hadn't almost gotten robbed, he had just been approached by a homeless man, but it sent him into a panic state.

It was about an hour from the time they landed from the time they were finally ready to leave the airport. They stopped to get something quick to eat, allowing Derek's stomach to settle down a bit. Grabbing all their belongings, they walked toward the exit hand in hand.

"So, what would you like to do first?" he asked, looking over at her.

"Lay on the beach. That's the only thing I want to do after being on a plane that long… just, lay on the beach…"

Derek smiled as he opened the door for her. "Beach it i--- whoa…"

From the time they had landed to the time they walked out that door, the sky had turned black, dumping buckets of rain onto the island. Angie sighed as she ran towards their waiting rental car, Derek not far behind her. It was getting late anyway – all she really wanted to do was sleep.

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The next morning, they awoke to the sunshine trickling into their massive beach suite, cuddled in each other's arms. Angie kissed him good morning, before stretching and rolling herself out of bed. Leaving him still half asleep, she walked over to the double doors just off their bedroom, and opened them, stepping out onto the balcony. A slight gasp escaped her lips as she looked over the island. They were right on the beach – the teal water splashing up against the near-white sand. In the distance, she could see lots of trees scattered around the bottom of a mountain chain. It was absolutely perfect. As she stared off at the landscape, a pair of hands slowly wrapped around her waist, a chin rested on her shoulder.

"Wow…" he said softly, taking it in. "I can't believe we're… on VACATION!"

His whisper turned to a yelp which, coincidentally, echoed right into her ear. She reached up and grabbed it, wincing, before he spun her around and lifted her in the air. He kissed her a bunch of times, as she started to giggle like crazy. Setting her down gently, he grabbed her hand and pulled her inside, sitting her down on the bed. A knock was heard at the door a few seconds later – Derek had ordered breakfast through the resort's room service. They relaxed as they ate breakfast in bed, before he got excited again and jumped up, rushing to get ready for the day.

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"You know, our vacation is ten days – we don't have to rush…" she said, being dragged to the beach.

They both stopped, taking in the sprawling coastline and the amazing backdrop. Derek smiled as he laid his and her towels out on the sand, before taking her hand once more.

"Come on, we're going swimming!" he grinned, pulling her towards the water.

"No, no, no… not yet, Derek. I want to relax in the sun for a little bit."

"Oh, come onnnnnnn! Its vacation, have a little fun!"

She crossed her arms. "I don't know… I really don't feel like getting wet yet…"

"Okay, okay…" he said, walking behind her. She let out a small content sigh as he placed his hands on her hips, and rested his head on her shoulder once more. Derek smiled evilly as he crouched down to his knees, popping his head up between her legs and standing back up straight. Before she knew what hit her, she was on his shoulders, bobbing as he walked towards the water. He took off his glasses quickly, and tossed them onto his towel.

"Derek Stiles – I swear if I go in that water you are SLEEPING ON THE COUCH!"

Passer-bys snickered as they watched Derek stop and think for a moment – before running at full force into the water.

"Derek!! DON'T do it…" she warned.

He didn't listen "Oh, Ang, feel the water, its amazing." He was now up to his waist, his blue swim trunks completely submerged in the gorgeous still water.

She complied, reaching over to stick her hand in. It really was amazing – it wasn't cold at all, but wasn't like bath water. It was, plain, refreshing. Still, she didn't want to go in – but sadly, didn't have a choice.

Derek moved his hands up her legs and positioned his hands under her butt, preparing himself for the imminent launch.

"One…" he said slowly, laughing

"Derek, I swear…"

"Two… you better plug your nose!"

"You will get it so bad when I get out of the watERRR!"

Derek had reached three before she finished talking. A loud screech rang through the warm Hawaiian air as he launched her up into the air, laughing hysterically as he watched her plummet feet first into the ocean. A few seconds later, she came up to the surface and swam towards him until she found a place she could touch. The tiny jewels on her hot pink bikini shone as fiercely as her engagement ring as she walked towards him, soaking wet, the look of death upon her face. He got nervous, holding out both of his hands as he backed away from her, apologizing profusely. Before he knew what was happening, she had already ran around behind him. He whirled around quickly, his back to the ocean as she charged forward, pushing him back until he lost his footing and fell backwards, going under. She laughed as he arose out of the water, a smile on his face. Derek stuck his hand in the water and propelled it towards her, sending a sheet of water to splash her from head to toe. Angie laughed as she splashed him back, before she sank down into the water, swimming towards him. In water up to her chin but only to his armpits, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, kissing him on the cheek.

"You're right – it feels great…" she said, a smile on her face.

"I told you that you'd like it…" he replied, watching as her expression turned to evil.

He paused.

"You're still out for revenge aren't you?"

"Oh yeah. I told you that you were going to get it, and I mean that…"

He sighed. "Well, as long as you're already mad…"

Still using him as a support, he buckled his knees and sank underwater. Her shriek turned into a gurgle as he slipped below the surface, pulling her along with him.

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In the next three days they had seen whales in the ocean, surfed the waves, went parasailing and jet-skiing, laid on the beach, had the most exquisitely amazing meals of their lives, and enjoyed every moment they spent together – though most of it, Derek was paranoid to see how she was going to get him back. His answer to that came three days after their first beach visit, to which they had returned that day.

Derek laid on his towel in the soft, powdery sand, letting the rays of sun bask over his now deeply bronzed skin. Laying on his stomach with his head facing her, he opened his eyes, noticing how her normally pale skin was now as deep a brown as his. Derek smiled as he closed his eyes once more, before sitting himself up. It was hot outside, and while he was enjoying laying in the sun, he needed a cool down.

"I'm going to go jump in the water – wanna come with me?" he said, knowing what her answer was going to be.

"Hmm?" she said, confused. "Oh, sweetie that's okay – I'm really comfortable right now…"

"Okay…" he replied. "Be back in a minute…"

She watched as he stood up, his hard, flat, chest glistening with the small bit of sweat he had acquired while laying in the sun. They exchanged smiles as he removed his glasses, ran one of his muscled arms through his hair, and turned around. Angie couldn't help but smile at how attractive he was as her eyes followed him to the shore, before he disappeared – diving head first into a giant wave. She relaxed again, closing her eyes before something prickled at her leg. Sitting up, she shrieked a bit. It was a fiddler crab, and he was really funny looking. She began to laugh as she remembered something Derek had told her once when she ordered crab legs at dinner…

"Seriously, I won't even eat crab legs unless all the meat is pulled out for me before I get them… the claws… they just, freak me out!"

A sinister laugh protruded from Angie's mouth, as she covered the crab up with part of her towel. Derek returned soaking wet from the ocean, and kissed her on the forehead before laying down again, this time, his head turned away from her.

"Man, it really doesn't get any better than this, does it?" he asked, chuckling softly.

"I know – this has been the best time of my life.." she replied, sitting up. Gently, she reached underneath the blanket and grabbed the little crab, his legs kicking furiously in the air. She leaned over carefully and placed him on Derek's stomach, watching as he went nuts – happy to be free. He started to laugh like crazy.

"Angie, stop! That tickles… Seriously, that tickles so bad, stop… STOP!".

He kicked around for a few seconds before trying to remove her hand from his stomach. When he reached for it and got nothing but air, his eyes shot open as he realized what, in fact, was tickling him.

"GAAHHH!" he yelped, jumping to his feet. The tiny crab flew off of him and into the sand, turning itself over before starting to run towards him.

"ANGIE!" he yelled, running away from the crab. For such a little guy, man was he fast. His legs flailed as he ran towards Derek, until the doctor had no choice but to run into the water. The crab ran a few feet in after him, but seemingly changed its mind before it turned and walked out, its beady eyes staring at him from the shore. Derek glared at Angie, who was practically dying of laughter on her towel before she noticed his stare. He purposely walked a great way over to the left to avoid the crab, who, was no longer paying attention to him, before storming out of the water and towards her. His face was hardened and she began to get nervous, knowing that she was most likely going to end up in the water this time. Dripping wet, he walked towards her, and knelt down in front of where she sat. He grabbed onto her sides and threw her over his shoulder, before charging back toward the water.

"Derek, I'm sorry! No!!! I PROMISE I'll never do it again!"

"Okay, I forgive you…" he said seriously, before he laughed, flipping her off his shoulder and into the water once more.

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Later that night they lied together in their hammock on the beach front, Angie's head on her doctor's chest, hugging around his waist. Derek had one of his hands behind his head and the other around her shoulders as they watched the sun set over the horizon, casting a yellow sparkling gleam over the still teal waters. Angie sighed contently before closing her eyes, resting happily with the love of her life.

The sun was long down before words were spoken, both of them incredibly content just relaxing and enjoying the time off that they usually never had. It was Angie who broke the silence. She picked her head up off his chest and moved it backward slightly, resting on his bicep and looking into his eyes, which were fixed on the water. Slowly, he turned to look at her, a soft smile on his lips, before those lips moved forward and kissed hers. She sighed as he pulled away.

"I know this is random…" she started, "..but I want to ask you something."

"Anything, Ang – shoot."

"If you and I were to stay together forever, which, I'm positive we will… and you could have one wish for the future about our lives together, what would it be?"

He paused for a minute. "Well, obviously that we would be happy and healthy, and our kids the same…"

"No, no, no… something deeper than that."

Derek stopped for a minute before she saw his eyes flashed with sadness.

"I guess.." he said, slightly choked up. "I guess I would have to wish that you wouldn't be taken from me as early as my dad was from my mother…"

Angie grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly.

"I mean – I didn't understand what it was like for her when I was younger… but now that I have you, now that I'm head over heels in love with you – I realize that I could never see myself being able to keep going if something were to happen to you…"

She kissed him and pulled him into her, hugging him as she rubbed his back.

"How about you?" he said, eyes returning to the ocean. "What's your wish..?"

Angie half-smiled. "Its weird – your wish and my wish are one in the same. My father is still here, but for awhile there, I thought I'd never see him again – and once I fell in love with you and actually thought about it, I understand how incredibly heartbreaking it must've been for my mom…"

Derek nodded, taking her hands.

"Promise me you'll never leave me?" she said, her lower lip slightly trembling.

He pulled her into a big hug, kissing the top of her head.

"I promise. I could never leave you – I'd be leaving my world behind…"

She sniffled as he reached down, pulling her chin up to look at him. He planted three small kisses on her lips and one on her forehead as they cuddled back up together.

The hammock swayed gently back and forth in the warm breeze, as they held each other, drifting off to sleep.

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It was supposed to be another relaxing day, but Derek and Angie's second to last night in Maui took a turn for the interesting before they even realized it. It started off by taking a walk down the shoreline at dusk, holding hands and chatting. They had wrapped around the beach before Derek noticed something bright out of the corner of his eye, catching his attention.

"Look!" he exclaimed, pointing over to his left and up the shore. A man was twirling fire to a drum beat. Derek pulled Angie toward the celebration, both of them amazed at the show being put on.

Hawaiian natives were everywhere – breathing, juggling and twirling fire, playing drums and other instruments… it was really neat. As they stood by and watched, a young woman came up in front of them and placed leis around their necks, before inviting them to sit down at a nearby table.

A woman came to their table and introduced herself as Mia – their waitress.

"Waitress?" Derek asked, and she nodded. "This is an outdoor tiki bar, but we serve dinner now…"

Angie was surprised as he was.

"Can I get you two something to drink?"

"Um, I'll take a gin and tonic…" Derek said.

"And for you, miss?"

"A cosmopolitan, please…"

After enjoying their drinks and their dinner of pig from a roast that had happened that night, Derek and Angie sat back in their chairs. They chatted with the natives, the vacationers like themselves, the honeymooners (this was when Angie suggested they come back for theirs), and the staff of the restaurant. The next time she came around, Derek asked Mia for the bill, slightly cutting off as he noticed a bottle in her hand.

"What is that?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Oh – this is some of our famous Coconut Rum, made right here on the island. You absolutely must try some.. that is, if you wish.."

Derek and Angie looked at each other as Mia pulled the stopper from the bottle. He hated rum, but decided to give it a shot, Angie following suit. She pulled two small shot glasses from her left hand and set them down in front of the couple, pouring them to the very brink.

"Can I get a drumroll, please?" Mia yelled to the band, her wish immediately granted.

Angie held out her glass to Derek, and he touched it to hers, toasting one another before they slammed the rum without flinching. They both turned their glasses over and smacked them down on the table triumphantly, before high fiving one another and laughing.

Suddenly, one shot turned into two, and two into six. Derek was always surprisingly good at holding his liquor, but much to his hilarious surprise, he remembered that Angie was not – not even a little bit.

They had walked so far while they were sober, not giving it a second thought. But as Derek tried to walk Angie back to their suite, he cut his losses and hailed a cab instead.

The two of them fell into the door of their room, laughing hysterically. Angie was laughing for an unknown reason, and Derek was laughing because he really honestly had no idea why she was laughing… He walked her over to the bed, him slightly tipsy, her belligerently drunk, as he removed her arm from around his neck and plopped her down onto the bed. She sat there, slightly swaying, as he walked over to the dresser and took off the lei and the shirt he was wearing, exposing his rippling abs once again. He pulled another shirt and pair of shorts out of his bag, before sliding his jeans off as well. Angie watched as he stood there in nothing but his boxer shorts, before she drunkenly decided to act on thoughts racing through her head.

Rising shakily to her feet, she wobbled towards Derek, before falling forward. He dropped his shirt and his shorts, and caught her right before she hit the ground.

"Ang --" he said, laughing. "I think its best if you sit down right now…"

"I t-thinkits b-bestifyoujust, leave them clothes off… Doctor Stiles…" she said, drunkenly seductive, her words fusing together into one long one.

She walked her fingers up his chest before 'booping' him on the tip of his nose. He watched her with a goofy grin on his face, finding every single thing she did completely hilarious. Derek never saw Angie drunk – some part of him wished he had a video camera.

"So, why am I leaving my clothes off?" he asked playfully, hands on his hips as she rose to stand under her own power.

"Ohhhh… I almooossstFORGOT!" she said in a whisper, before pulling off her own shirt and shorts, standing before him in a matching lilac bra and panties.

His mouth fell open as she wrapped a hand around his neck, pulling him towards the bed. She dropped her back onto the mattress, pulling him down on top of her, his torso resting between her legs. Angie kissed him with incredible heat, her tongue swirling in his mouth. He was surprised at first, but went along with it – after all, this was pretty awesome in his opinion – she never pounced on him like this.

She rolled over and on top of him in one swift movement and straddled him, before leaning forward to kiss his neck. He moaned softly as she made her way up to his ear, nibbling softly on the lobe, before she pulled back and whispered, "You're so f---ing hot…I can't even stand it". She cursed like a sailor when she was drunk, but it sent tingles through his whole body. Her hands were now running up and down his chest before she began to kiss that as well. Derek slid his hands from her hips to her back, moving up slowly before they rested on the clasp to her bra. She giggled softly, sucking on his ear once more, as it was opened and removed from her body. Angie sat up completely straight, allowing Derek to take a quick peek before she returned to begin kissing his chest again. She stopped just above his belly button, freezing in mid-action. Five seconds later, and she still hadn't moved… and Derek was growing a tad impatient – this was just getting good. He shook her a few times gently to try to rouse her, but he quickly realized what had happened as her head dropped to the side, her breathing heavy – she had passed out.

Derek laughed for a few seconds, still slightly disappointed that it had stopped just then – but he couldn't help but forgive her… she was damn adorable when intoxicated.

He rolled her off of him and onto her back, giving her perfectly tanned, toned body a sad once-over as he walked over to the floor where she had made him drop his white t-shirt. He picked it up and walked over towards the bed, pulling her up and into his arms as he pulled it over her head, and poked her arms through the arm holes. Laying her down gently onto her pillow, he covered her with a thin sheet up to her waist, before lying next to her, completely exhausted.

The last thing Derek saw before he fell asleep that night was the love of his life, drunk, fast asleep in his oversized T-shirt, the hand that sported the engagement ring he had given her resting on her chest as it moved up and down slowly. He was pretty sure the smile didn't fade from his face the entire time he slept that night.

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Lying in bed with Derek after a long afternoon at the beach, swimming and playing Frisbee, Angie was exhausted. It was their last afternoon in Hawaii, and she didn't want to go home, not even a little bit. It took most of the day for her giant hangover to subside, but it eventually did – leaving her very tired. She was almost sleeping when she felt Derek move away from her, instantly being able to tell that he was watching her sleep. He leaned in and gently whispered her name, before kissing her on the cheek. Angie rolled over with a small sigh, before opening her eyes to see his face directly above hers, smiling.

"Hmm – hi.." she whispered sleepily, before puckering her lips to make him kiss her.

He chuckled but complied, before he pulled back. "I'm going to let you take a nap for a little while – I've been dying to go for a run for awhile now… I'll be back in like, a half hour to an hour, depending on how fast I poop out.."

She giggled and kissed him goodbye, before rolling back over onto her stomach, losing herself in sleepy thought.

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Upon her return to the world of sobriety that morning, she was surprised to find herself in nothing but a pair of panties, and Derek's white T-shirt, concluding that he must've dressed her last night. As he passed her a cup of coffee he had ready for her, she asked him what happened, laughing hysterically when he told her.

"I just, passed out… on your chest?" she chortled, as he nodded, laughing as well. "I'm so sorry – I don't even remember that!" "Yeah, well I was kinda bummed – I like when you pounce me…" he replied, a small chuckle resounding into the air.

Angie opened her eyes, smiling. If he could plan a bunch of surprises for her, she could do the same… right?

She rose from the bed, rummaging around in her dresser before she found what she was looking for. An hour gave her more than enough time to put this together… she took the mystery item and her curling iron into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

iPod around his arm, Derek ran back towards his beach suite, surprisingly full of energy. He slowed his sprint to a jog, eventually to a fast walk, and then stopped to stretch his legs. He removed the headphones from his ears, rolling them up and placing them into the case, before he removed it from his arm. Derek pulled his key to their suite from his pocket and turned it in the lock, his mouth dropping to the floor as he looked inside.

The night sky had darkened the room, but a few strategically placed candles around the room basked it in warm glow. Angie was seated on the edge of the bed, legs dangling over the side, a black lace nightgown clung to her form. As she rose onto her knees, he could see that not only did it cut down dangerously low, the fabric stopped just below her butt, leaving not a whole lot to his imagination. Once again, curled blonde hair billowed around her face, a mile plastered on her lips. Derek walked in slowly, closing and locking the door behind him.

"You, look… absolutely, gorgeous… holy…crap, Angie" he stammered out, causing her to giggle. He walked over and stood at the end of the bed. Still on her knees on the edge, she rested her form on his, kissing him passionately.

"You're not the only one who's got surprises up their sleeve…" she whispered, kissing him again.

Derek usually hated surprises, but he could deal with something like this, no problem.

"What's gotten into you?" he asked, brushing his fingers through her curled hair. "When I left, I thought I wasn't going to see you awake until tomorrow morning!"

"Surprise number one!" she said, her laugh turning nervous. He instantly noticed, as the smile faded from his face.

"Is, everything okay, Ang?" he asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I just feel bad about what happened yesterday…"

"Oh, sweetie – you never have to feel bad about that… we were drunk, who cares?"

"I care, because there's something I've been meaning to tell you since we've been on vacation…"

Slightly trembling, she grabbed onto his shoulders and looked straight into his dark brown eyes, before she whispered something that caught him completely off guard.

"I'm… ready, Derek…"

"Ready? Ready for what?"

She widened her eyes a little bit and raised her eyebrows, a small smile on her lips.

"Ready fo--… oh… OH!" he said, shocked. "Angie – wait… are… are you sure?"

She nodded, blonde curls bouncing up and down. He smiled before turning serious once more, as he lifted her into his arms, her legs wrapped around his back. Gently, he knelt up onto the bed and laid her down, before resting himself gently on top of her body and kissing her. Derek brushed his hands through her hair, before sliding them down and holding onto her face – her beautiful, soft face. They kissed slowly but passionately for a small while, before Derek rose to his knees. Extending his hand to her, he pulled her into a sitting position as well, before he began to speak, his hands still holding hers.

"Angie – you know, this is something I've been looking forward to for a long time… I love you so much, and am really excited to be able to share this with the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with.."

She nodded silently.

"But… just because we're on vacation, doesn't mean we have to do this… you know even if we don't, I had the best ten days of my life with you here, right?"

She nodded again.

"I'd like to think I know you well enough to know that when we get back home and you have more time to rationally think about this, you'll feel differently…"

"Its not like I'm going to regret it, Derek – its you… its, us." she replied slowly.

"I know that…" he said smiling. "But now that things are more official, its only a few more months till our wedding – and even if you really want to do this now, I have to at least remind you of how important it was to both of us that we share this on our wedding night… if after that, you still decide that's what you want, then fine. But, please – so you don't feel bad later, think about it?"

Angie hated that Derek knew her better than she knew herself, though she realized at that moment, that he really couldn't be more perfect for her if he tried. She leaned in and kissed him before collapsing into his arms.

"I'm sorry --" she muffled "…but you're right. I know this must be frustrating for you, all this waiting… but thank you so much for respecting it.."

He lifted her chin to look at him, smiling. "I'll never get frustrated with you for something I think is so amazing – and I hope you know by now, that I'll wait even past our wedding night if you're not ready." Derek kissed her.

She giggled. "Oh, that won't be necessary…But…Thank you, so… much, Derek.." she said.

He watched as she stood up, stepping off the bed, a playful smile on her lips.

"Well…" she started. "If we're not going to do that, then maybe you should get washed up from your run…"

He laughed in agreement, walking towards the bathroom. As he turned on the water, he jumped back as he turned back around to see her leaning against the counter.

"Gah! Angie – what are you doing in here?"

She moved past him and pulled the stopper on the tub. He watched her confused.

"I don't want to take a bath…" he started. "I just want to get in and out, so we can go enjoy our last night together.

She smiled as she poured in bubbles, before turning around and exiting the room. When she returned, she sat a tray of candles on the counter, and turned off the lights in the bathroom.

"Did you hear me?" he asked "I'd rather spend time with you than relax in a bubble bath, alone…"

"Who said you were going to be alone?" she asked mischievously.

He stopped. He had always wanted to, but they had never taken a bath together – well, he had bathed her once, but only because she had been so sick with the flu that week that she didn't have enough strength to do it herself. Not exactly the most romantic moment in the world…

Derek grinned from ear to ear, before asking her to wait. He ran out into the bedroom and dialed room service. Right as the tub had finished filling up, a knock was heard at the door, and Derek pulled in a tray with a bottle of champagne, two glasses, and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries. He walked into the bathroom with the tray, as she smiled, impressed. They both undressed, stepping into the giant claw-foot tub, before Derek poured two glasses of champagne, and they toasted their last night of vacation together, before relaxing in each other's arms.

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Angie awoke at 6:20 the next morning, the sun still sleeping along with Derek. Gently she woke him, handing him his robe and slipping on her own as she pulled him outside wordlessly. They laid down together in the hammock as the comforting morning breeze rocked it back and forth, relaxing the couple that was curled up in each other's grasps. Angie smiled and kissed him twice before turning her attention back over the water, where the sun was rising over the gorgeous sandy shore. Derek took in a breath and released it contently, kissing Angie on the top of her head. Looking down at his chest, he noticed that she had fallen back asleep, breathing softly, one hand around the back of him, and the other rested on his stomach. He looked at the ring he had given her the month prior and smiled, before cozy-ing up to her and closing his eyes himself. His future wife in his grasps, he too fell asleep once more, letting the last hours of their vacation tick away in a hammock, on the beautiful beaches of Maui. Life couldn't get much better than this.

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The next day, Derek and Angie returned to work at Caduceus, so tan, barely anyone recognized them. They shared the pictures of their vacation (including the ones Angie had taken of Derek running from the fiddler crab, much to his dismay) to their coworkers. Once the excitement died down a bit, they sat together in their office, before Angie picked up the phone, dialing out.

"Who are you calling?" he asked, chuckling at the crab pictures.

"Cybil! Hi, its Angie…. oh, it was absolutely fantastic…so much fun… yeah, no, that's why I was calling. First, to thank you again for the awesome trip, second, to see how Greg's doing, and third, to invite the two of you over for dinner tomorrow night…. oh, that's so good to hear…. haha, I'm glad he's back to his old self… Okay, we'll see you both tomorrow… bye!"

She put the phone back in its cradle before turning around to smile at Derek. Angie walked over to his desk and sat in his lap, planting a kiss on his cheek before she rose to her feet once more, extending her hand towards him.

"Come on, Dr. Stiles – its time for rounds…"


Aww. Yay. This made me really want to go to Hawaii -- damn my insane fear of flying over large bodies of water! (I'd do it for Hawaii)

Here's a big thanks again to everyone who read and reviewed the story - you all made this a lot of fun, and I hope you liked it.

I'm going to finish Something Precious, and then post the first chapter to my new Derek and Angie mush story (I know, I know -- I think you'll all like it though...) After that, my next story will be up, a crack at me doing the Drama/Action genre... ooh, whatever will happen??

I hope you come back to find out... adios!

-TCGeek