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'No you're doing it again... it does not mean that I want to screw him.

Not now...

Not ever...'

'That's a shame just when this was looking like a good place to hang out...'

Meredith stood frozen to the spot, as his words swept over her and the familiarity in the voice behind her sank in, afraid to turn around and face the person she knew would be standing there,

What the hell was he doing here, he was sick…kind of, and a bar was most definitely not the right place for someone suffering smoke inhalation…she was amazed that he had the energy to even walk through the door after what his body had gone through, it had to be marks doing, thinking with his penis instead of his brain was a usual occurrence for a certain Dr Sloan…she made a mental note to pull him up on his stupidity next time she saw him, or even better set Bailey loose on him, after all she was witnessing this, support in numbers and all that!

'Tequila isn't it?' he laughed as he moved closer and allowed the side of his arm to brush against hers as he sat himself on the bar stool that Meredith had vacated.

Meredith gazed open mouthed at the sight of him…clean shaven (not that she hadn't minded the stubble that had fuzzed up on his face the last two days!), his jet black hair moussed to perfection, a freshly ironed red shirt covering the muscles of his chest that she knew were underneath…his blue eyes sparkling in the dimly lit bar…

'What are you doing here?' Meredith snapped as she threw her hands onto her hips and glared down at him as he flashed his dazzling smile over at her and their eyes locked, neither blinking as the stared one another down.

'We'll just…be...over there…' Alex motioned as he led Bailey away from the bar before glancing back and realising Cristina was still stood watching the charade unfold.

'Cristina.' He shouted as he took hold of her arm and began to drag her away.

'What are you doing, are you crazy, this is just getting good.' She laughed as Alex continued to move her and deposited her in a booth at the back of the bar. '$50 says she knocks him out.'

'$50 says she accepts a date.' A voice no one recognised came out of nowhere before a face Cristina had seen before appeared at the side of the booth.

'Mrs Shepherd, oh I'll take your bet, and your money.' Cristina chuckled as Mrs Shepherd threw her a mischievous little wink.

'Count me in.' Mark laughed as he joined the audience '$50 says their lips lock! My brother has learnt from the best, he has to be successful eventually, I mean, I, always getting my end…'

'Mark Sloan do not even think about finishing that sentence!' Mrs. Shepherd gasped as she reached ahead and struck him across the head, a move that left Alex, Cristina and Bailey giggling away and Mark massaging his temple with his palm.

It wasn't long before all Five pairs of eyes…Bailey, Alex, Cristina, Mrs Shepherd and Mark all turned their attention to the pair at the bar. Derek still sitting on the bar stool, Meredith still rooted to the spot, their gaze still locked….

'What the hell are you doing here? I discharged you no less than an hour ago…and the first place you chose to visit is a bar…?'

'My mother is exhausted after the last two days so the last things she needed was to go home and slave over a hot stove, so we are grabbing a quick dinner before heading home.'

'And which part of this conversation constitutes dinner?

'Well none of it, but we need menu's…and I spotted you over here and thought I would say thank you for all of your help in the hospital, is an ex patient not allowed to be grateful these days Meredith?'

The way he said her name caused goose bumps to attack her skin, the way he ran his tongue over the syllables of her name intensified the desire that was creeping over her body.

'We.'she stuttered as she thanked god she had gone with the long sleeve shirt and not the t shirt she had toyed with wearing, at least her excitement was not visible to him.

'Ma, Mark and Myself.' He said as he turned slightly on the stool and pointed to the back of the room.

Meredith followed his extended arm and felt the blush quickly spread over her cheeks as she felt the five pairs of eyes bearing into her…

'Are you crazy? You need to be in bed, resting have you any idea what your body has been through?' Meredith snapped 'less than 48 hours ago you couldn't even say hello without depositing mucus at my feet, and now here you are within minutes of being released …eating dinner! You must be crazy, did you bang your head?'

'Crazy for you, yeah maybe, but crazy generally, then no, that isn't a way I've been described before!'

'Urgh, crazy for you, does that kind of claptrap actually work? Did mark put you up to this? What did he tell you about the tunnels?'

'Tunnels? What are you talking about? And you accuse me of crazy' he laughed as he saw the confusion fall across her face. 'I wouldn't know. If the clap trap works, I never usually try it…' He smirked as he grabbed the bar tenders attention and ordered himself a water, and a tequila!

'I don't want it.' Meredith huffed from behind Derek as he ordered the drinks.

'Who said it's for you.' He laughed before pushing it along the bar and leaving it in front of the vacant stool next to him.

"I'm not going out with you." She explained as she sat herself down on the stool and ran her finger around the rim of the glass.

"Did I just ask you to go out with me? Do you want to go out with me?" he smiled as he watched Meredith out of the corner of his eye as she toyed with the idea of drinking the shot in front of her.

"I'm not dating you and I'm definitely not sleeping with you. You're my patient." She reiterated again as she picked up the shot glass and allowed the liquor to infiltrate her system.

'This discharge paper says otherwise.' He smirked as he laid it out on the bar between their two glasses and pointed to her signature that adorned the bottom of it.

'You're sexually harassing me!' she spat as she slammed the glass back down on the bar.

'I'm sitting on a bar stool.' He protested as he took a sip of his water.

"Look, I'm drawing a line. The line is drawn. There's a big line." Meredith moaned as she spun on the stool so she was now facing Derek's side.

"So, this line. Is it imaginary or do I need to get you a marker?" Derek asked as he turned to face Meredith, their faces within inches of each other.

Meredith had no idea what came over her, but the minute she felt him turn towards her she leapt forwards on the stool, dropped her bag onto the floor and allowed her lips to collide with his. Her hands headed straight to his hair, the curiously of what it would feel to run her fingers through quickly answered as his thick tresses moved effortlessly through her fingers as they traced along the lines of his scalp.

He reciprocated her moves; the split second initial shock was quickly dissolved as he deepened the kiss and pulled her closer to him on the stool, his tongue darting into her open crevasse, their lips crashing together repeatedly as his own hands moved around to the small of her back and caressed her skin through her lavender shirt, running his fingers along each vertebrae as he felt her shiver in his arms and let out a small moan, well at least he thought it was her!

Her own hands moved down from his hair, and ran long the bare skin that escaped at the nape of his neck, before moving down and resting her palms on his chest, his heart beat pulsating below them as the kiss intensified, their lips never leaving one another as her tongue fought his for access into his mouth.

'woooooooooo, woop wooop.' The cheers from the back of the bar were enough to spring the couple apart as Mark jumped up his palm held out to collect his winnings from an un-amused Cristina and Mrs Shepherd sat with a very content smile on her face as she watched the scene unfold…

Meredith held her fingers to her lips, tingling from the excitement they had just experienced as she stood back away from the stool, and out of Derek's grasp. A small smile fell onto his own lips as he tried to catch Meredith's eye, but to no avail, as she bent down to gather up the contents of her bag that had scattered across the floor and turned to flee the bar…

'We'll talk later?''