Y'allllll... Remember me? Ha! So much has happened in my life in the last year - I graduated college and started working and, as I was cleaning up my folders, I came across more chapters for this story (by the way, I cannot believe I started writing this three summers ago...holy moly!) and I thought I'd post them, if you guys are still interested. I no longer watch Grey's Anatomy, they lost me in season 10, and now they killed Derek... Just sigh. Let's not even.
ANYWAY. Enough babbling. Any takers? ;) thank you so much for your sweet, sweet words. You guys are great. Enjoy, if anyone's still there peeping, haha. xx

Meredith

It's a little after 7:30 in the evening when I find myself folding some laundry, my mind wandering to Molly and how excited and giddy she was when Mark picked her up with a bouquet of white tulips in hand. I'm lost in my own thoughts when I hear the doorbell sound through the house. My first thought is that Molly, always the forgetful klutz, just forgot something at home, and believing so I open the door without asking who it is.

It's those moments in life when you wonder, why the fuck didn't you look through the peephole? I mean, not that anyone usually has many moments of those in life, but still, damn you and your idiocy, Meredith Grey, because the person staring back at me is the person who hasn't left my mind in 2 years. Great.

"What are you doing here?" I rasp out.

He smirks. "You're not gonna invite me in?"

His taunting voice rubs me the wrong way, but I've always been weak where Derek Shepherd is concerned. So, I step aside and let him walk through the door, conscious that whatever may transpire tonight will probably wreck me even more.

"Nice little apartment you have here. You see, when Mark gave me the address, I thought he was joking. Starving students can't usually afford condos like this in New York," he said, an evil glint in his eyes. "But then I thought who precious little Meredith's mother is, and it all made sense."

I sigh. This was to be expected. But I'm not in the mood to get a verbal beating by him, not tonight, and especially not about my mother. Talk about going straight to the jugular. "Derek, honestly, if you came over to be a stalker and insult me then you can march your ass right back to the door you just came in by because I'm not in the mood."

He lets out a low whistle, mocking me. "Someone is fighting back tonight, I'm impressed!"

I'm trying to keep a cool front on the outside, but inside I can already feel my eyes stinging. I'm not cut out for this, not from the man I love. Correction: loved. Yes. That's better. "Please leave."

"Oh no, Meredith. We're far from done here. You disappeared through the crowd last night – your greatest specialty, may I add, along with vanishing from beds whilst I sleep – and you didn't let me get some stuff off my chest. So now you're hearing it, whether you like it or not," he finishes, a small growl to his words. Oh, he's getting revved up now. Fabulous.

"I don't have to hear anything. What's done is done. I can't change the past, and at this point, I don't want to. Seeing you now and yesterday I realized the man I fell in love with is dead and gone," I fight back.

"Oh, did you now? And I realized the woman – no, pardon me, little girl – I was infatuated with is nothing but a cold, calculating bitch. Yes, life really is funny, wouldn't you say?" he smirks. I want to wipe that freaking smirk off his face with all my might.

"Cold calculating bitch? Are you high, Derek? I gave you everything, my love, my virginity… I had to bring down these damn Berlin Walls you kept putting up every single day, and you call me a cold bitch?" I hiss.

I can see the switch flip in his eyes, the anger starting to pump through him, and I know instantly that I said the wrong thing. "Love? You call what you did to me, love?! You don't know what love is Meredith, you never have and you never fucking will! I don't give a shit if you were 17 and immature, you don't do this to anyone. You fucking ruined everything, Meredith, and that's on you!" he roars.

"I ruined everything!? Don't you dare put all the blame on me. Don't you dare, Derek! You know damn well it wasn't all on me!" I screech.

"I just bet you were willing to spread your legs to anyone who even showed a small bit of interest in you. I stopped being a challenge, I gave in, the adventure and novelty of pursuing an older guy started to wear off, and there you went… Up and left me when I was asleep and unable to even stop you. You have no idea what I went through to finally come to terms with my feelings for you, no idea at all," he angrily throws at me.

"How dare you? How dare you say that to me, Derek…" I whisper. Truth is, hearing his words; how he's basically comparing me to a cheap whore he can pick up off the street, stirs up immature, irrational feelings inside of me. Suddenly I want to hurt him like he's hurting me. Tit for tat.

"How dare me?! How dare you, Meredith! Who was it? Who did you spread your legs for when you left my warm bed? Oh, what was his name… Finn?" He hisses.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," I scream.

He screams back even louder. "Fucking tell me, Meredith! You owe me that much!"

"Yes, Derek! Yes, we had sex. He fucked me and I liked it. Satisfied?"

He sees red, one second he's across the room and the next he's nose to nose with me, his calloused hands reaching for my neck, caging me in. Next thing I know, his mouth is on mine and his tongue is thrusting into my overeager, traitorous mouth.