Disclaimer: Grey's is finally back this week

Disclaimer: Grey's is finally back this week! If we owned the show it never would have been gone. And we mean never. It would be some 24 hour thing...I don't know how...but it would.

Derek walked down the hall, flipping through the pages of his textbook as he whistled. Life was good. Really good. He had Meredith and right now he was feeling it was all he'd ever need for life to be good. Him and Meredith, it was enough. Suddenly some familiar hair caught his eye. "Mer!"

She turned around quickly, a cup of coffee in one hand and a textbook in the other. "Hey," she smiled, coming towards him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey!" he smiled. "How are you?"

"Good," she sighed. "Stressed. Professor Jackson just assigned thirty pages to read and a paper to write by Monday. I swear, he's a sadist."

"Ouch," Derek winced. "I promise to stay far way Sunday."

"I may have to stay at my dorm," she said, taking a sip of her coffee. "How are your classes going?"

"Not bad, although I'll be pretty busy Sunday too," Derek sighed.

She pouted. "So no sleep over at your place?"

"Not Saturday," Derek frowned. "But I did have to talk to you about the rest of the weekend."

"What's up?" she asked, throwing her coffee cup away and linking her hand with his.

Derek grinned at her, his big kid on Christmas morning grin. "Meredith, would you like to go to dinner with me Friday night?"

"What?" she giggled.

"Dinner Friday night," Derek chuckled, shaking his head.

"Aren't we just going to have dinner at your place?" she asked.

"No," Derek shook his head. "We're going on a date. If you say yes."

"Der, you realize I practically live with you, right?" she giggled. "I mean, I don't even remember what my dorm looks like. A date is a little late at this point, don't you think?"

"A date is never late," Derek answered, leaning close to whisper her ear. "And I said I wasn't have sex with you till I took you out to dinner."

"Good point," she giggled. "Okay. A date. Friday night."

"Good," Derek nodded.

"So, uh, what time?" she asked.

"Sixish?" he responded.

"Okay," she nodded. "And where are you picking me up from? Should I go back to my dorm? And are you going to have to borrow Markie's car?"

"Go back to your dorm," Derek nodded. "And yes, we'll be using Mark's car. Did you just call him Markie?"

She laughed. "I overheard a girl at the coffee shop calling him that," she smiled. "I think she was trying to pick him up."

"Markie is not the way to pick him up. Mom's and my sisters are the only people that call him Markie," Derek laughed.

"Well, this girl didn't know that," Meredith giggled. "She was giving him puppy dog eyes and calling him Markie-poo. I thought he was going to die. So that's what I think I'll call him. So much funnier than McSteamy."

"McSteamy?" Derek asked.

Meredith nodded. "McSteamy."

"You can call him Markie-poo," Derek frowned. "You're pratically a sister to him anyway."

"True," she smiled and then kissed him. "I have to run to Advanced Bio. See you tonight."

"See you," he replied.

He watched as she ran off towards her class and started whistling again, perfectly content. He had a date with Meredith. Now he just had to think of what to do on this date.

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Meredith sat on her bed, wrining her hands together as she waited for Derek to show up. She was nervous. Which was insane. She pratically lived with Derek. She was always with him. She was in love with him. She had no reason to be nervous about a silly supper date. But she was. Because she didn't do dates. She did parties and tequilla. She even did nights cuddling at home now. But not dates.

She frowned at her reflection in the mirror by her bed. She was probably dressed too casually. Jeans and a white button down and a vest. Probably too casual. Definitely too casual. Of course, Derek had said it would be a laid back fun date. But still, she should probably dress up more. It was a date. Why was she even going on a date? She and Derek were practically married.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door which made her jump. She had been expecting it. She had given her keys to Derek so he could let himself in this far. Because he wanted to knock on the door. This time he was all about being traditional.

She gave one last disapproving look towards her appearance in the mirror and opened the door to find Derek standing there in jeans, a button down, and a sweater, flowers in hand. "Uh...hi," she murmured.

"Hey," he smiled, handing her the flowers. "There are for you."

"Um, thanks," she smiled lightly, taking the flowers. "Though, I think they'd look better at the apartment. Cristina might kill them or something."

"We can take them with us," Derek nodded. "You look nice."

"Really?" she sighed. "Not too casual? Because I have no idea what people wear on dates. I mean, do they dress up? Am I supposed to wear a dress? So I settled on this and oh god, it's too casual isn't it? I'll change. It will take me a second. I'll change."

“Mer, you look perfect,” Derek sighed. reaching for her shoulders. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

She shook her head slightly. "No," she sighed, smiling a little. "I've never done this before."

“Well you look perfect,” Derek smiled.

"You, uh, look nice too," she sighed. "God, why is this awkward? We practically live together. You've seen me with a terrible cold. Why is this so damn awkward?"

Derek shrugged. “I don’t know, Mer. It’s just me.”

"You said that on our first really fucked up date," she sighed as she started fidgeting. "This is...how do we...what do we now?"

“We leave the dorm and get tonight started,” Derek stated and watched as a wierd form of panic filled Meredith’s eyes. “Screw it,” he sighed, walking over to her and kissing her hard. “Better?”

"Yeah," she nodded, as she nibbled on his bottom lip.

“Thought so,” Derek laughed. “Now, date time. More of that later.”

"Okay," she sighed. "So, uh, where are we going?"

“Surprise,” Derek shrugged as they started heading down the stairs.

"I hate surprises," Meredith sighed. "So what did Markie-poo say about using his car?"

“He muttered some things about how stupid it is that we’re going on a date and said he better not miss any good parties because of this,” Derek laughed.

Meredith giggled. "He would," she sighed. "So, do we get to hold hands on this date? Because, technically, it's our first."

“We can hold hands,” Derek smiled.

"Good," she smiled and linked her hands with his. "So, uh, what else? What do people do on dates? What do they talk about?"

“Whatever comes up,” Derek answered. “School, movies, sports, tv, whatever.”

"Okay," Meredith nodded and stared at Derek as he opened the car door for her. "You're a gentleman, aren't you?"

“I am,” Derek said. “That’s what happens when you grow up with four sisters.”

"Right," Meredith sighed and got in the car, wringing her hands again. Why was this so awkward? It was Derek. The love of her life. The man she slept with every night. This shouldn't be weird.

“Mer, relax,” he said, as he got into his said and smiled down at her hands.

"I'm trying," she sighed. "It's just that...this, this is so weird. I mean, we've been dating for almost three weeks. And this is our first date. That's weird, right?"

“Have we ever been normal?” Derek asked her.

She shrugged. "Not really," she admitted.

“Do you want to be normal?” Derek asked.

She shrugged again. "I don't know, it would be nice. I mean, we started with sex. And then you said I love you. And I said I love you. And then I practically moved in. And we're finally going on our first real date. It would be nice if we could be normal and do it normally and all that. I guess."

“We can try normal,” Derek nodded. “But I’m not quite sure you can pull it off.”

"Why can't I pull of normal?" she frowned.

“Because you’re a little on the strange side,” Derek shrugged. “What with the penciling in sex on a day planner...and you’re odd habbit to eat wierd things right from the container. And your feet are always cold.”

"Okay, a) the pencilling sex on the day planner was for your benefit," she stated. "I mean, you probably used to schedule times to go to the bathroom in your old one. Two) The eating things out of the container thing is totally normal. You're just not normal. And Third) how the hell is it my fault my feet are always cold?"

“I did not schedule times to go to the bathroom,” Derek rolled his eyes. “It was for school. And appointments with annoying bratty first years I was forced to tutor.”

"And Dorks of America meetings," she said. "And probably dates. And probably everything else."

“At least I was organized,” Derek chuckled as they pulled into a parking lot. “Now that I’m with you I’m flying by the seat of my pants.”

"I bought you that day planner," she reminded him. "And what is this place?"

“This is the home of the best burger in the city,” Derek smiled.

"Derek, it's a...it's a diner," she said carefully. "With a giant record on top of it."

“It is,” Derek nodded. “The waitresses wear gogo skirts.”

"You're...I...this is cheesy," she sighed.

“And you love it,” Derek finished for her.

"Poodle skirts, Der?" she raised her eyebrows as he opened her door for her. "I mean, seriously."

“It’s fun, Mer,’ Derek laughed. “Give it a try.”

"Fine," she sighed. "Is this what normal people do with their normal cheesy boyfriends?"

“No, most normal cheesy boyfriend take their girlfriends to fancy restaurants, but this is more...us,” Derek smiled.

"True," she nodded, as she took his hand.

“And we can get big unhealthy milkshakes here,” Derek pointed out.

"Oh, strawberry?" Meredith grinned excitedly.

“Strawberry,” Derek nodded.

"You're a wonderful boyfriend," Meredith grinned as she dragged him into the shiny chrome restaurant. "Der..."

“Yeah?” he asked.

"This is..." she stared as a rather large breasted waitress in a poodle skirt walked by her. "I swear this was on Friends."

“Really?” Derek asked.

"Yes, really," Meredith sighed. "Monica was a waitress at a fifties themed diner and she had to wear fake boobs and I think she burned her fake boobs. And this...this is so...this is, um, Cristina and Mark would kill us if they saw us in here."

“Meredith, you know how many times we’ve done things that they’d kill us for?” Derek laughed.

"Yeah," she sighed and then looked around. "So, uh, do we sit at the bar or in a booth?"

“Let’s grab a booth,” Derek suggested leading her towards one.

"Okay," she nodded and sat down in the red booth, staring at her surroundings.

“I know it’s cheesy,” Derek sighed. “But the food is amazing. And it’s original.”

"True," Meredith nodded. "Very original. And...I'm not saying I don't like it, Der, cause I do. I mean, okay, so it's cheesy. But kinda cool. And it would be really cool if the waitresses were on skates. But it's cool. And fun and original. And not bad. So yeah, I like it. I do."

“Good,” Derek smiled. “I was hoping you would. Other girls I dated, none of them would have been caught dead here.”

"Well, you date perfect, normal girls," Meredith reminded me. "And apparently I'm...not."

“And I’ve never been happier about anything in my life,” Derek answered, squeezing her hand.

"How do we...can we...I want normal," she sighed.

“What exactly do you want to be normal?” Derek asked.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I don't even know what normal is."

“Than how about we just be us instead?” he suggested.

She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. "Okay," she nodded carefully. "By the way...the music, Derek, seriously?"

Derek laughed. “What did you expect?”

She giggled. "No idea. So, uh, burgers, fries, and milkshakes. Right?"

“They serve other things, but those are all amazing choices,” Derek responded.

"What are you getting?" sbe asked.

“Bacon cheese burger, fries and a chocolate shake,” Derek answered.

"Hmm," Meredith nodded, looking over her menu. "I think I'll have a double cheese burger, fries, and a strawberry shake."

“Double cheese burger?” Derek nodded, smiling. “I’m impressed.”

"Derek, I've lived with you for three weeks," she giggled. "I eat almost as much as Mark."

“I know, and I’m impressed everytime,” he laughed.

She giggled and then they gave their orders to the big boobed waitress in a black poodle skirt and saddle shoes before Meredith turned back to Derek. "So, Der," she grinned, "tell me about yourself."

“We’ve been living together for three weeks, what don’t you already know about me?” Derek asked.

She giggled. "I don't know," she shrugged. "But I remember when I was thirteen I went on a date and we talked about ourselves."

“We’re kind of in a strange situation,” Derek shrugged. “Most people aren’t madly in love by the first date.”

She nodded. "True," she smiled as her strawberry milkshake was placed in front of her. "You know what I don't know?"

“What?’ Derek asked.

"Your birthday," she smiled.

“February 15th, when’s your’s?”

"May 9th," she said. "And I am totally throwing you a party."

“What? You don’t have to do that,” Derek protested with a smile.

"I'm your girlfriend, aren't I?" Meredith smiled. "I'm so going to throw you a party. Your birthday is in like, three weeks. And the day after Singles' Awareness Day."

“Singles’ Awareness Day?” Derek laughed.

"Okay, what the happy Hallmark freaks call Valentine's Day," she sighed.

“This year you’re going to be a happy Hallmark freak,” Derek pointed out.

"Oh really?" Meredith raised her eyebrows as she sucked on her straw.

“Really,” Derek nodded. “There will be gifts and plans.”

"Oh God," Meredith rolled her eyes. "You're going to get me like, the Kiss Kiss Bears, aren't you?"

Derek looked at her, complete insult written on his face. "Meredith Grey, I am not that cheesy."

"You brought me to a 50s diner, Der," she giggled.

"Fine, I'm cheesy. But I'm original. Kiss Kiss Bears are boring," Derek sighed.

She smiled as the waitress brought their burgers and then took her first bite, letting out a small moan. "Oh, wow," she said around the food in her mouth.

"Told you," Derek smirked.

"So, sweetie," Meredith giggled, "what are we going to do next? Drive in movie? Are you goin to give me your ring and ask me to go steady?"

"Oh you're a funny funny person," Derek shook his head. "I can't believe you're mocking our first date."

"Well, gee golly," Meredith giggled, "it's just so gosh darn fun."

"I hate you," Derek groaned.

"You love me," she reached forward and grabbed a piece of bacon that had fallen off his burger.

"And now you're eating my bacon. You mock a great restaurant, an amazing first date and you're eating my bacon. From now on we stay home," Derek joked.

"I'm having fun, Der," Meredith giggled. "Tell me something random."

"Random?" Derek asked, thinking for a second. "I've never been in love before."

"Never?" Meredith raised her eyebrows.

"Never" Derek shook his head. "I thought I was once in highschool. But looking back on it...nah."

"And now?" she asked, giving him a coy look.

"I'm definitely in love," Derek smiled.

Meredith grinned and grabbed one of his fries. "I've never had a boyfriend," she told him.

"Seriously?" Derek asked. "I'm your first?"

Meredith nodded. "Yeah," she said softly. "That's weird, isn't it? I mean...you're totally freaked out now. You think I'm a freak."

"I don't think you're a freak," Derek shook his head. "It's good I'm your first, you have nothing to compare me to."

"But it's weird, isn't it?" she sighed. "I mean, I went on dates...but...I wasn't the boyfriend type. Definitely not. I, uh, was angry. And had pink hair. Up until last August."

"You have pictures of that right?" Derek asked, chuckling. "I need to see pictures."

Meredith giggled. "Maybe. Somewhere."

"We're finding them," Derek nodded. "And it's not wierd. You weren't the boyfriend type, simple as that. And then you met me."

"And you ruined me," Meredith stuck out her tongue. "Something else random. I don't know a lot of things, Derek."

"Ummmm...Mark and I became friends in Grade 3. He hit on the prettiest girl in class, who happened to be dating the biggest bully in class. I talked the guy out of kicking Mark's ass," Derek laughed.

"Seriously?" Meredith giggled. "You were what, eight?"

"Yep," Derek nodded. "I've always been this charming."

"Maybe you should have let the guy kick Mark's ass," she stated. "It might have taught him a lesson."

"Probably," Derek sighed. "Maybe it's my fault he's the way he is."

"How did he become your brother though?" Meredith asked, grabbing another fry off her plate, seemingly ignoring her own.

"His parents, they're around but not really. Even when he was 8 they'd leave him alone for weekends and such. He started spending a lot of time at my house, and my mom...she's like that. She adopts people that are alone," Derek shrugged.

"Bet it drove your dad nuts," Meredith said.

"I sometimes wonder if that's why she did it," Derek laughed.

"What's your family like?" she asked.

"Warm, loving, everything a family is supposed to be," Derek smiled. "My sisters are working towards having tons of kids."

Meredith nodded slowly before taking a sip of her milkshake. "Doyouwantkids?" she mumbled.

"Yes," Derek nodded. "Eventually. You?"

"I, I, I don't know," Meredith stammered. "I, my mom, she wasn't...I don't know."

"That's okay," Derek answered, squeezing her hand. "You have time to figure it out."

She nodded and then grabbed another one of his french fries. "They have amazing fries here."

"They are," Derek nodded. "I imagine the ones on your plate are just as good."

"How did he become your brother though?" Meredith asked, grabbing another fry off her plate, seemingly ignoring her own.

"His parents, they're around but not really. Even when he was 8 they'd leave him alone for weekends and such. He started spending a lot of time at my house, and my mom...she's like that. She adopts people that are alone," Derek shrugged.

"Bet it drove your dad nuts," Meredith said.

"I sometimes wonder if that's why she did it," Derek laughed.

"What's your family like?" she asked.

"Warm, loving, everything a family is supposed to be," Derek smiled. "My sisters are working towards having tons of kids."

Meredith nodded slowly before taking a sip of her milkshake. "Doyouwantkids?" she mumbled.

"Yes," Derek nodded. "Eventually. You?"

"I, I, I don't know," Meredith stammered. "I, my mom, she wasn't...I don't know."

"That's okay," Derek answered, squeezing her hand. "You have time to figure it out."

She nodded and then grabbed another one of his french fries. "They have amazing fries here."

"They are," Derek nodded. "I imagine the ones on your plate are just as good."

She giggled and picked one up off her plate, tossing it at him. "Yours are better."

"I'm pretty sure they're all the same, Mer," Derek laughed.

"Nope," she shook her head. "Yours are better. Definitely better."

"As long as one of us is enjoying them," Derek said.

"Awww, you can have mine," Meredith giggled. "So seriously...what happens next?"

"Well we go home, and..." Derek paused, looking around the restaurant before turning back to Meredith. "Sex," he mouthed siliently.

Meredith gasped. "Derek Shepherd!" she exclaimed. "Do I look like the type of girl to put out on the first date?"

"Mer, you sleep in my bed every night," Derek pointed out.

"This is our first date, Derek," she shook her head. "I'm not that kind of girl. And anyway, I thought kids in the 50s got lucky in the backseat of their cars."

"We can get lucky in the backseat of Mark's car, he would love it," Derek suggested.

"Golly gee, Derek, I'm just not sure I'm ready," Meredith smirked.

"Oh you're ready," Derek smiled. "It's penciled into my day planner."

"It was penciled in three weeks ago," she reminded him. "And I really just don't think I'm ready. Though, we could always make out."

"Seriously? You want to make out?" Derek frowned.

"Seriously," Meredith giggled. "It keeps up with the whole fifties theme you dreamt up."

"I didn't dream up a fifties theme, the owner's of this restaurant did," Derek argued.

"We could make out, Der," she smiled. "And you could give me your class ring and ask me to go steady."

Derek rolled his eyes. "Let's get out of here before you start talking about the virtues of waiting for marriage."

She laughed as he paid the bill and walked her out to the car, his hand nestled in hers. "And maybe if you're really swell," Meredith suddenly whispered, pushing him against the car, her lips against his, "I'll show you my new bra..."

"Oh I don't know, Meredith," Derek smiled against her lips. "Wouldn't want my girl getting a reputation of being fast."

She giggled as she kissed him again. "I had a swell time, Der."

"Good," Derek said. "Me too. Now let's get you home so I can see that new bra."

Mr. Sandman, bring us a dream
Give him a pair of eyes with a “come-hither” gleam
Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like Liberace