"Ellen Pompeo met today with Michael Kors to sign and discuss terms with him on her new modeling contract. Starting in fall, Ellen will be the face of Michael Kors fashion line and Perfume. It is rumored that she may even walk the runway. Looks like Ms. Pompeo has a busy summer ahead of her, as she is also busy planning her Fall wedding to her Grey's Anatomy Co-star Patrick Dempsey. Grey's Anatomy productions restarts in less than a month, which wrapped late last month after a shocking proposal. Let E news keep you updated on your favorite couple both on and off screen."

"Hey," Ellen said softly as Patrick sat next to her on the couch.

"How's my favorite model?" Patrick asked leaning in and kissing her.

"mm good now," she smiled.

She kissed him back, and pulled him on top of her. With in seconds both of their scrub costumes were on the floor. He could feel he heart start to beat faster. A few moments later their blissful moment was interrupted by three loud knocks agains the trailer door and a "You're need on the set."

"Oh the joys of being on a hit television show. Patrick picked up a pair of pants off the floor. He pulled them halfway up his legs. Ellen started laughing.

"You have my pants on," she laughed again. She tossed him his pants. "Here, or would you rather wear mine, because I must say, they are pretty hot on you." Ellen laughed.

"Ha ha ha," Patrick said sarcastically. They finished getting dressed and then made their way to the set. The rest of filming went very well and after a sixteen hour day they finally left the set and went home.

The next morning, Ellen went for a jog on the boardwalk in Santa Monica, along the PCH. They didn't have to be at work until later in the day so they had time to do a few things in the morning they wouldn't normally. She jogged for about an hour before she decided that she better not exhaust herself before she even got to work. She walked through the front door, and she found Patrick on the phone in the living room.

"Yah, okay," He said. "Well I'll have to talk to Ellen about it, but it definately sounds interesting. I'll get back to you later tonight. When would the shoot be?" Patrick asked. He paused while he got an answer. "Okay thanks." He looked up at Ellen and kissed her on the forehead.

"Oh god don't do that, I smell," she laughed.

"You could never smell," he kissed her again.

"So what was that about?" she asked while she reached for her water bottle.

"That was Bill, he talked to Vanity Fair yesterday, and they want us to do the cover and four-page spread on the inside of the magazine. They want to do a recreation of some pictures of Johnny Cash and June Carter."

"Wow," Ellen was flattered. "They are considered to have the greatest love story in the entertainment industry. Patrick, are they comparing us to them?"

"I think that's the idea of the whole article," Patrick smiled.

"I think this will be good. A chance for us to make everyone see our relationship in a more positive way." Ellen smiled. "And Vanity Fair, oh my god. It'll be amazing."

Patrick was surprised she had agreed so easily. He had been excited about it too. "Good, I'm glad you're excited. I am too."

"When's the shoot?" Ellen asked.

"We'll have a meeting talking about the plan for the pictures today, around our lunch break." Patrick explained. "The shoot would be Saturday."

"That's fine." Ellen shrugged.

"Are you sure because it is only two weeks before our wedding," Patrick questioned.

"Oh my god it is!" Ellen's eyes widened.

Patrick laughed, "What did you forget?"

Ellen smiled, "No, I just didn't remember that it was that close." she laughed. "The girls helped me get everything over with early. I have nothing to do except show up. It makes me extremely nervous."

Patrick squeezed her shoulder and pulled her closer, "It's going to be perfect."

Ellen and Patrick excitedly worked through their morning scenes and hurried off the set the first chance they got. They arrived at the Vanity Fair office at about 1 o'clock. They met with the photographer seconds later. They three of them sat down around a little table.

"So this is what I'm thinking," the photographer said pulling a few pictures of Johnny Cash and June Carter out of her folder. "We do a picture of Patrick by himself," she showed a picture of Johnny Cash looking down. "Patrick can do the very serious look, maybe in a black leather jacket or something, with your hair very accentuated. It might be in black and white, I haven't decided yet."

"I think that will look very good," Ellen nodded.

"And for you Ellen," she said pulling a picture of June Carter with her hands in her hair and a country look. "I'm thinking a little more high fashion than this but still the same idea."

"That will be pretty, with your hair like that," Patrick smiled playfully.

"And then one of you two together," she said showing a picture of Johnny and June. Johnny is squeezing June playfully she is widely smiling. "Something similar to this, where you hold her and just to showcase your happiness together type of thing."

"That's an adorable picture," Ellen said looking at it closer.

"And then from a different more Vanity type picture, I was thinking that would could do a play on Grey's Anatomy. Something very sexy and artsy. First of all I think we should shoot these in Seattle and some on the set. The spot where I want to shoot these pictures over looks the Seattle skyline and is a grassy Forest-y field. I'm thinking white sheets and laying in the grass, or standing with the sheet. I'm also thinking a picture in an elevator, Ellen will be in lingerie and Patrick in a suit, with the shirt unbuttoned."

"So we would do these in Seattle, Saturday?" Ellen asked.

"Yes," the photographer answered.

"Okay," Ellen nodded.

"And its only going to be a one day shoot right?" Patrick asked.

"Yes, one day should be more than enough and then the following Monday you'll have to meet with our editor for an interview and to help pick the photos that will go in."

"okay, sounds like a plan," Patrick smiled.

As they had both anticipated Saturday came in the blink of an eye. It was two o'clock when they arrived at the shoot in Seattle. Luckily it wasn't raining, in fact the sun was actually out. Ellen quickly kissed Patrick before she was whisked away to hair and make up. Nearly an hour later, Ellen's hair was completely curled. She had a simple white blouse on that was buttoned just high enough to see her black lacy bra. The photographer place Ellen's hands in her hair exactly the ways she wanted them. She snapped the picture several times before she knew she got it just right. And then Ellen was back to hair and make up again.

Patrick's hair was very accentuated, and he looked like he had just stepped out of the 50's as he looked down seductively in his leather jacket. A little bit of scruff along his jaw line. The photographer got the perfect shot in nearly the first take. And the Patrick was back to hair and make- up, or just hair anyway.

A short while later Ellen sat happily in Patrick's laughed, she smiled uncontrollably. As he squeezed and tickled her, "You two have amazing chemistry," the photographer stated.

"They know," Bill, Patrick's agent said with a little bit of attitude.

"Don't mind him," Patrick laughed, "He still thinks I ruined my career by having an affair."

"Alright," the photographer smiled. "Okay we're good," she nodded as she lowered her camera.

"Got it?" Patrick asked to make sure she got what she was looking for.

"Got it," she sigh, "I took about 30 amazing pictures of you two. Good luck picking one."

Patrick kissed Ellen as he was pulled away from her again. They were reunited 20 minutes later. This time Ellen was wearing only a white rob, and Patrick was wearing the same. They gave Ellen a blanket to wrap herself up in, she wasn't shy at all. Patrick however, was a little nervous. The stood out in the field, the distant background was the Seattle skyline. The photographer situated them, "Now I want you to stand directly in front of him. Hold the blanket in front of you so it falls right down the middle of your body." Ellen did. The sheet fell right between her legs, she held it so it was just above her chest. Patrick stood behind her, anything that should be covered was covered by Ellen or the sheet.

"Take it off," Patrick joked playfully.

"Shut up," Ellen said laughing.

"Okay, move your head slightly to the left Ellen," Ellen did, "Okay smile again have fun!"

"Right, because that's so easy when half of Seattle can see your ass." Patrick joked.

"Grumpy much," Ellen laughed.

"No, it's the truth." Patrick smiled.

"It's a cute ass," Ellen laughed again.

"Oh god, this is embarrassing." Patrick said.

After a few shots, the photographer readjusted them. This time, they were both tangled together under the sheet. Ellen's back was completely out. Her head laying softly on Patrick's chest. After several shots and tweaks they packed up and headed back home, but the job wasn't done yet. They set up the rest of the shoot on the Grey's set. Patrick sat in the elevator for an hour before Ellen appeared.

"Oh look the diva has decided to grace us with her presence," Patrick joked. As he did Ellen took off her rob and tossed it to the floor outside the elevator door. Her hair was super straight and flowing freely. "whoa," He said surprised to see her red lacy bra and panties. Not to mention her red stilettos. The first shot was of Ellen leaning against the wall of the elevator and Patrick leaning over her with his back arm. His entire chest was exposed underneath his Armani jacket.

After about twenty shots, "I want to do a different perspective, go put your scrubs on. The photographer directed him.

"Ya McDreamy," Ellen raised and eyebrow, "go put your scrubs on." She reached to touch his chest.

"DOn't move!" the photographer insisted. Patrick's lusty eyes were staring into Ellen's, and she was touching his chest. The photographer snapped the picture a few times. "Okay, now go," she laughed.

A few moments later, Patrick came back with his blue scrubs on. "Okay, pick her up, and wrap her legs around your waist. Now push her up against the side of the elevator." As Patrick and Ellen posed for the picture, desire and passion filled the room.

"And that's it," she snapped the last picture, and playfully fanned herself,"you two certainly know how to heat things up."

Ellen and Patrick relaxed for the rest of the weekend. Which, was all of 24 hours. Then, they were in the office of Vanity Fair at 7 am, Monday morning. The editor was sitting down with them, to choose the pictures. After the editor had signed a confidentiality contract, they had told her about the wedding. She had asked them to come back after the wedding. They agreed. They picked the photos and then were off to the set.

Ellen looked at Patrick, her hands tingled with nervousness, but her eyes glittered with excitement. She kissed Patrick, as she did she realized that the next time she would be kissing him would be at their wedding. After all of the kisses they shared, and the times they fought and memories they made they would finally be together, forever. The thought of forever didn't scare Ellen. She knew that this was the man she was supposed to be with. It wasn't the man she was nervous about, it was the idea of the whole day. The ceremony and the reception and the toasts and the press and the… list went on for hours.

As Patrick walked out the door of the hair salon, he glanced to his left and saw a young couple reaching to shake hands. He smiled and his head instantly filled with the past.

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A few moments before his audition, Patrick stood anxiously waiting for the woman he was going to read with. After asking, the secretary informed him that the woman he was reading with had already been cast as the leading lady. If he was being honest, it only made him more nervous. He glances over to the door; a petite blonde woman appeared there. Patrick couldn't help but smile at her sultry stare. Her stare broke into smile at the sight of his.

"Mr. Dempsey, you can go in now." The secretary said. He turned to her and nodded nervously. "Right to her," she said pointing at the striking woman he had smiled at.

"Thank you," he smiled standing up and looking up at the woman. As he once again stared into the woman's eyes, his stomach filled with butterflies. He wasn't sure if he was more nervous to talk to this woman or for the audtition. Either way, the stars seemed to fall out of the sky and draw them together. He took a deep breath and stood right next to her. He extended his hand, "Hi, I'm Patrick," he finally broke his nervousness.

"I'm Ellen," she smiled placing her hand in his. "You're auditioning for Derek, right?"

Patrick smiled, "Yah."

"I play Meredith," Ellen nodded realizing her hand was still in his. She withdrew it showing him in the audition room.

He dropped his hand to his side, and flexed his fingers to try and get the tingly feeling away. "Damn it, I thought you were going to be the casting director."

Ellen laughed, "Nope, sorry to disappoint you."

"You could never disappoint me," he squeezed her shoulder playfully.

"They," she said pointing to the empty chairs, "went out to lunch. They should be back in five minutes." Her accent slipped through slightly.

"Okay," Patrick nodded and then made a questioning face, "where are you from?"

"Boston," she smiled, letting her accent be a little thicker. "Is it that obvious? I try so hard to hide it most of the time." It completely showed through. She smiled.

Patrick laughed, "I love you! You're my New England girl."

Ellen laughed, "That fast you love me, huh?"

"What can I say? You're easy to love." Patrick smiled.

Ellen laughed again touching his arm.

Patrick got into his car and drove to Eric's house. They were going to go get lunch, and then pick up there tuxes. Then pick up the boys and finally drive to the Enchanted Sea Cottage, where the wedding would be held. For so long, it seemed as if this day would never come, and now here it was. It was a little overwhelming; he could help but remember all of the memories they had made over the years. Though they were wonderful, meaningful memories they were distracting him from the list of responsibilities he had to do before 5.

By the time he arrived at Eric's it had been all of 37 minutes since he left Ellen, and he missed her already.

"Hey how ya feeling?" Eric asked getting into the car.

"Nervous," Patrick smiled.

Eric laughed, "You're going to be fine."

"Oh I know," Patrick laughed. "I just want to get married, now."

Eric looked at his watch, "Well we have about 4 hours until we have to be in Malibu so it's coming quick. Where are we going now?"

"I have to pick up the boys." Patrick explained.

"Okay, and who is picking up Tallulah?" Eric asked.

"Jill is dropping off Tallulah at the Spa," Patrick sighed.

"Did you invite her?" Eric asked immediately.

"Yes, Ellen wanted to," Patrick shook his head. "And I agreed because she is the mother of my children. I just hope she doesn't try to burn the place down."

Eric laughed, "She won't and it's very big of you to invite her."

"Thank you."

One person was doing Ellen's hair, while another was doing her toes. She could feel her heart start to beat faster at just the thought of the wedding. She was getting married today, to Patrick. Patrick Dempsey. The sentence seemed odd in her head, like a dream that could never come true. And yet it was very true. The hair stylist excused herself for a lunch break. A woman appeared to do Ellen's fingernails, but Ellen needed a break herself.

"I need to shake my nerves a little," Ellen smiled, "Would it be okay if I went for a little walk?"

"Yes, Ms. Pompeo that's fine. Janessa won't be back for a half hour and then she can finish your hair." The woman answered.

"Thank you," Ellen pulled a coat over her shoulders and walked outside. She walked down Rodeo and then to the park across the street. The warm sun made her golden blonde hair sparkle. She padded along the cement path. Breathing deep, and taking in the semi-fresh Los Angeles air. She saw a lonely bunch in the corner of the park. She slowly walked toward it and sat down.

"It's crazy right?" Ellen said in a tone of soft excitement.

Patrick looked into her eyes and smiled.

"It is," he replied in a tender tone.

Ellen watched his eyes and the way he stared into hers. As if he was unable to pull them away. It wasn't a scary stare, it was a content stare. For some strange reason, it took her breath away. But then after she watched him swallow hard, he looked away. She suddenly felt like she was drowning like she needed it back. She heard him sigh and then he glanced back up at her. As he did, a curl of his hair drifted over onto his forehead. Ellen laughed and reached to push it back into line.

"So I was at Ralph's today, picking up milk, and suddenly I realized that these two women were starring at me. And then this teenage girl came up to me and said you're Patrick Dempsey right?" he shook his head with a smile and then looked at Ellen, "People know who we are. And ABC has only aired two episodes! It's like yesterday we were just actors and today, we're not even us anymore," she noticed the way he said it. Though the statement should have been sad, he wasn't sad, it was more relief. "We're Derek and Meredith."

She laughed, and nodded in agreement, "You think we'll be like Ross and Rachel?"

"Ross and Rachel on Friends?" Patrick questioned with a smile.

"Yah you know, anytime anyone is ever in love or falling in love, everyone's like oh that's so Ross and Rachel." Ellen raised her eyebrows and shrugged playfully.

Patrick laughed, "We are going to be better than Ross and Rachel. First of all, no one is ever going to be able to walk into an elevator and not think about us, ever again. And second," he heisitated, "and second… We are going to be great together." Patrick smiled. And then, "Derek and Meredith I mean," he stuttered a little.

"I know," Ellen grinned.

"Right," Patrick ran his hands nervously through his hair.

Ellen's cell phone rang, she picked it up, "Ms. Pompeo," the voice said. "Janessa is back to do your hair."

"Thanks, I'll be back in a second." She stood up and walked back to the spa.

Before she knew it, her hair was finished and Suddenly Rebecca appeared behind her with Tallulah. Ellen instantly turned and hugged Tallulah. "Hey!"

"Hi," Tallulah smiled.

"Are you nervous," Rebecca smiled. Ellen stood up to hug her.

"No, I'm not really nervous."