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'Camille Travis, 18, was admitted last night at her prom after well…' Izzie trailed off. Camille was the chief's niece, and the chief didn't need to hear about her sexual activity. 'Well…she has been diagnosed with a reoccurrence of ovarian cancer.' Izzie's voice dropped. 'No treatment options are possible.' Camille tried to keep an unwavering smile. The chief watched her with a broken heart.

'Camille, is there anything we can do…to make you more comfortable? Happier?' the chief asked sorrowfully.

'Actually…' Camille began, 'I never got to finish my high school prom. Could we have one…here?'

The chief looked slightly surprised, but in his endearing effort to make his niece happy, he agreed. 'Anything you want Camille. Where's Dr. Bailey?' She stepped forward out of the huddled gathering of surgeons. 'Bailey, I want your interns to assist Camille in preparations.' Alex cursed under his breath. George looked horrified. Izzie giggled merrily. Meredith just looked blank. 'Do we have any problems here?' Chief Webber uttered angrily.

'No sir.' George piped.

The five interns walked out of Camille's room, with a task more challenging and emotionally taxing than any surgery.

As Meredith headed to the cafeteria for a quick lunch before they began preparations, Derek caught her by the arm.

'Meredith, what the hell are you doing? What were you doing in that room alone with Mark? Not a minute after I asked you not to do things like that to me anymore.'

'Seriously? You hurt me. And he was there for me. Because you called me a slut. Or indirectly. I just needed someone to cry on. Someone that wasn't you.'

'Can't you just cry on Cristina?'

'Cristina is at home. She had a freaking abortion.'

'Well, somebody that isn't Mark.'

'Derek, I can't keep doing this. I can't have you doubting me like this. Can't you understand? I'm not going to cheat on you.' Her last words created enormous space between them. Derek looked ashamed.

'Meredith…I'm sorry. I was out of control. Can I make it up to you? I promise I will. It's just been a tough time for me.' Derek pulled Meredith against him. She could feel his pain.

'You could escort me to prom.' Meredith looked at him playfully.

'I would do anything for you, Mer. And I would be honored to escort you to prom.' Meredith grinned at him. He smirked back at her. Maybe she was wrong…maybe they could be happy again…

'Oh My God!' The interns heard shrieks and giggles erupting from Camille's room. They approached reluctantly. Because Camille's two very, very best friends in the whole, entire universe were here to help with the planning.

'Stephen and Sarah totally made out at prom.'

'Oh my God! Wasn't she going with Andrew?'

'Totally. It was like crazy intense.'

'Oh my God!' Alex chimed in sarcastically. The girls rolled their heavily mascara-ed eyes.

'Alex.' George hissed. 'Chief's niece… chief's niece…'

'We need to pick a theme!' Izzie half-squealed. The teenage girl in her was coming out full force. Meredith looked annoyed. She was never the teenage, giggly girl type.

'Ohh! How about 'Over the Rainbow.' It can be all brightly colored like the rainbow.'

'And glitter?' Alex beat himself with his notebook. The girls and Izzie went through hundreds of themes, all pronounced with a high-pitched rapidity. Finally, Meredith could not handle explosion of bright and bubbly.

'Ok, so we don't really need a theme. Just a color coordination. Black and silver. It's elegant, sophisticated. Reminiscent of old Hollywood. Besides, fashion week does black and silver. Because the dresses pop, no matter what color they are.'

'So Grey, you actually are a girl.' Alex remarked snidely.

'Shut up.'

'It's perfect.' Camille shrieked. The girls went into frenzy and began talking more about the plans. But Meredith walked out of the room. She couldn't handle everything that happened to her today. First the fight with Derek. Then the weird Mark thing. Her life was just going downhill. And now she had to go to a prom. She was 28 years old and she had to go to another prom.

'So, how's prom planning coming along?' Meredith heard Mark's deep voice approach from behind her. It was subtly softened.

'You were very fortunate that you were never a teenage girl. I am very unfortunate in that I have to become one again.'

'That bad?'

'Terrible. And I have no idea how it's going to get done by tomorrow night. It's freaking ridiculous.' Meredith sighed and sunk into the nearest wall, an action Mark reciprocated. 'So, do you have a hot date?'

'No. I don't know many hot, single girls here. Besides, you can't bring random girls you meet at bars to a prom. I mean, prom shows commitment,' Mark said sarcastically. 'You going with Derek?'

'I think I'm obliged to.'

'What?'

'Sorry. Yes, I'm going with Derek.' Mark looked inquisitively at Meredith, who avoided his eye.

'Is something going on between you two? I mean, I know you fought before, but is there something serious going on?'

'Oh no. It's all over. Just a misunderstanding.' Mark didn't believe her, but she never elaborated. 'I have to go. Blow up balloons and make nonalcoholic punch.' Meredith grimaced. 'Prom sucks.'

The interns were busy planning. Izzie and Alex had spent hours blowing hundred of balloons. They were alone together, as Meredith and George were working on the catering.

'Dude, why are you grinning?'

'Prom, Alex! I know you don't understand, but girls love prom.'

'Do you have a date?'

'Not yet.'

'Want to go with me?'

'Seriously Alex?'

'Yeah.'

'Ok. I'll go with you to prom. But you better look hot. I don't go with ugly guys to prom.'

'Barbie…' Izzie's grin had greatly widened and even Alex donned a smirk. At least for some, the day had begun to look up.

Meredith was still moping. George was growing ever frustrated that she didn't help him, sitting there listless.

'What's wrong Meredith?'

'Nothing. I'm fine.'

'Stop saying that. We both know it isn't true.'

'Never mind. So, what kind of food did we decide on?' George decided to drop the issue and get back to work. She wouldn't let him in. He had to get used to it.

The hours leading up to prom dragged, intolerably slowly. Izzie had stopped working and had become entirely focused on her hair and dress. Meredith could not handle the pre-prom stress and left, to go prepare.

On her way out, she saw Derek.

'Are you going to go get ready?'

'Yes.'

'Mer, I'm really sorry about before.'

'I know. And it's fine.'

'Shall I pick you up tonight?'

'Don't worry about it. I can bring myself here.'

'You sure?'

'Yeah. I have to go.'

Derek watched as she walked hastily away. He could tell she was distancing herself from him and he didn't think it was because of the fight. He just didn't know why.

As Meredith dressed for prom, she was not thinking of Derek. She was thinking of Mark. She didn't mean to. She didn't even notice she was thinking about someone who wasn't her boyfriend. But as she pulled on her elegant blue dress and checked her make-up, she was thinking only Mark.

She got in her car, pedaling in ridiculous heels, and drove back to the hospital. Meredith heard the music from inside. She was nervous. It was high school all over again. She took a deep breath and headed in. Her entrance caught the notice of not only one, but two tuxedoed doctors, fixated on her. One man was grinning as she came to him; the other was grimacing as she went to another man.