A/N: Okay, this is creepy, when I was writing this chapter the second I wrote 'Blackbird by the Beatles'; it started playing on my ipod. Creepy! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I only wished that I owned any part of Grey's…especially Derek.

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After a long day of classes Meredith finally climbed the last stair to her and Derek's apartment. She heard a guitar playing from inside. She was utterly confused, not knowing that he played the guitar. Unlocking the door, she pushed it open and walked inside. Continuing through the apartment she found Derek sitting in the living room on the armrest of the couch playing the guitar…beautifully. "You play guitar?" Meredith asked, her voice a bit shaky.

"Yeah." Derek responded nonchalantly. "I have since college. Mark decided we should learn because ladies like a guy who plays guitar."

"Oh. I think it's sexy…do you want to play something for me?" Meredith smiled, the fears inside her being avoided and pushed aside.

Derek nodded and smiled. "Sit." He said beckoning her to sit beside him. "I'll play a song I know you love but, I'm not singing."

"Good." Meredith joked.

He made a face at her and began to play. She quickly recognized it as Blackbird by the Beatles. She smiled and hummed along. "I remembered you said you like that song. From our first date." He said as he finished.

"You really remembered." She said in awe.

"Of course." He smiled dreamily. Derek put the guitar down, slid on to the couch, and wrapped his arms around his fiancé. "How was class?"

Meredith sighed wrapping her arms around him. "Fine...boring. How was your shift last night?"

"Long. Didn't get any sleep. Not that I could have."

"What?" She asked a little confused about what he was saying.

"I can't sleep without you anymore." Derek admitted.

Meredith giggled. "Really?"

"Really."

Meredith hugged him tighter. "I can't sleep without you either." She admitted quietly. "I was fine until I met you. Then you and your stupid boy penis…"

"My stupid boy penis?" Derek laughed, interrupting her. "You didn't think it was so stupid last night when you were screaming 'harder Derek'." He joked.

"Shut up!" She said hitting him in the arm lightly. "What should we do tonight?" Meredith asked putting her head on his chest.

"We could go out, or just stay in, I'll cook and we can watch a movie. Which would you rather do?"

"Stay home." She nodded.

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Meredith sat in bed later that day, reading a textbook. Suddenly a draft surged through the room she shivered and went under the bed to the small drawer containing sweatshirts. Opening it, she discovered a photo album stashed in there. After pulling one of Derek's Columbia sweatshirts over her head, climbing on the bed and sitting cross-legged Meredith opened the book. Flipping through the pictures she saw Derek as a cute little boy with bright blue eyes and dark curly hair. It made her smile. He was an adorable little boy. She continued to flip when she saw a picture of a diploma stating that he graduated elementary school…in the state of Connecticut. Meredith looked at it closely. It said he graduated from a school in Greenwich, Connecticut. She'd always thought he grew up in the city. Meredith walked into the kitchen where Derek was busy making dinner. "You lived in Connecticut?" She asked.

"Yeah. Until middle school, then we moved to New York."

"Oh," Meredith said quietly.

"Mer, you alright?" He asked moving towards her.

"I'm…fine." She nodded walking away.

Derek could see she wasn't but he wouldn't push it until later. Meredith walked back into their room and closed the door. She began to feel like this, getting married, was a mistake. It wasn't that she didn't love Derek, she did, but they knew nothing about each other. Meredith was so lost in thought that she didn't even notice Derek walking into the room until his arms snaked around her. "What are you thinking about?" He asked.

"What are we doing Derek?" She asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are we getting married?"

Derek looked hurt and shocked. He let go of her and walked a few paces away from the bed. "Mer…I love you…I think you love me…what is bringing this up?"

"Derek, we don't know each other, at all…. we said 'I love you' like in two months when we weren't even dating!"

"Mer, what do you mean? We know each other…"

"No Derek." She interrupted.

"What's my favorite color?" Derek asked sitting on the bed.

"Indigo but…"

"What's my favorite ice cream?" He asked raising his eyebrows.

"Coffee." She sighed.

"What's my favorite drink?"

"Single malt scotch but Derek…"

"What's my mother's maiden name?" He interrupted.

"Derek this is pointless!" She said. "We don't know anything important."

"Mer, this is important. The little things make up who we are." Derek told her, reaching out to caress her face.

Meredith batted his arm away. "I didn't know you played guitar, I didn't know you lived in Connecticut, I have no clue where you went to high school or middle school…Derek, I feel like I don't know you at all!"

Derek sighed, trying to understand what she was talking about. "I went to The Delta Honors Program for middle school. I went to Bronx Sci for high school. Then I went to NYU and Colombia."

Meredith sighed. "I guess I'm making a bigger deal about this than there needs to be."

"I'll tell you anything you want to know." Derek assured her, pulling his fiancé into his arms.

At first she tensed in his grasp but then relaxed. "I guess…I…we'll learn these things together…"

"Okay." He smiled dreamily at her and kissed the top of her head. "I do love you. I loved you the first time I told you…and before. I love you so much my world would crumble with out you."

"I'm sorry I said that. I know you love me…I never doubted it. And I love you."

"You hungry?" Derek asked, pulling her closer.

"Starved." She laughed.

"Let's eat."

"Okay." Derek kissed her cheek; they got up and walked, hand-in-hand, to the kitchen.

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A/N: Fluffy and angst.