WARNING: This chapter is total, and complete MerDer fluff to make up for what Shonda left out of the premiere on Thursday. :-)
I open my eyes and smile as Derek's trailer comes into focus around me. I am where I'm supposed to be. I frown, though, when I realize Derek isn't where he is supposed to be: lying next to me, keeping me warm. I suddenly hear voices outside and sit up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and standing up. I pull on jeans and my Dartmouth t-shirt, before pushing the screen door open and stepping outside.
To my surprise, I find another trailer, almost identical to Derek's, positioned about twenty yards away. The voices, I soon realize, are coming from Derek and the chief. I furrow my brow. When did he get here?
As I'm standing on Derek's porch puzzling over this, the door of the other trailer opens and Derek walks out, followed by the chief. They seem to be in a heated argument over the Godfather, but when Derek sees me, his face breaks out into a grin and he strides over. He hops up onto the porch and immediately wraps his arms my waist, pulling me against him. "Good morning," he says, leaning down to press a kiss to my lips.
"Mmmm, good morning," I reply, looping my arms around his neck. "So, what's with the extra trailer?"
"Oh, yeah," Derek says, glancing over his shoulder at the chief who is now sitting on his porch, sipping coffee. "I told the chief he could move onto my land," he explains, turning back to me. "Adele asked for a divorce."
"Poor chief," I say, frowning slightly. "But am I crazy or was that trailer not there when we came home last night?"
"Oh no, it was," Derek says, smiling.
"Was I really that out of it?" I ask, wincing slightly.
"Don't you remember? I had to carry you into the trailer," Derek tells me. "And I think you must've been dreaming, because you kept calling me Sir Lancelot."
"Well," I tell him with a smile, "you are my knight in shining whatever."
"True," he says, leaning forward to kiss me again. "So, you hungry?" he asks when he pulls back.
"Always."
xxx
"Trout," the chief says, looking at his plate. "Again."
I smile and take a bite. "You better get used to it, chief, if you're gonna live on Derek's land."
The chief looks up at me, his fork poised over the fish. "You like this?"
I nod. "I love it. It's the only thing I can keep down when my morning sickness is really bad."
The chief frowns and takes a bite of his eggs. I shake my head at him. "So you moved in yesterday, chief?" He nods. I look over at Derek. "So I'm gone one night and you move in with the chief?"
"I was simply granting him a favor," Derek says, giving me a look.
"I do appreciate it, Shep. I really do." He pauses, looking thoughtful. "I'm hoping this time apart will do me and Adele good."
"Make her realize what she's missing," Derek says.
The chief nods. "Exactly." He points at Derek. "Exactly. She'll realize she can't live without me."
I have to dip my head for a second to conceal my smile, but Derek notices and kicks me under the table. "Ow," I say, scowling at him.
"What?" he asks innocently, placing a a bite of trout in his mouth.
xxx
"You sure you don't need help?" I ask Derek as I watch him from my perch on his bed as he washes the dishes.
"Do you even know how to wash a dish?" he asks as he scrubs at a pan.
"Of course I know how to wash a dish," I tell him, leaning back against the head board.
"Mmmm," he says, giving me a look. "I'm sure."
"Shut up."
He smiles and turns off the water, wiping his hands on his jeans before making his way over to me. He kneels on the bed and crawls across the mattress, slipping his hands under my knees and pulling me towards him. I let out a little giggle as he slips my legs around his waist and moves his hands to support me on my back. "There's dirty in your eyes," I tell him.
He nods devilishly and applies pressure to my back, molding my body against his. I place my hands on either side of his face and kiss him. He runs his tongues over my lips and I part them willingly, running my fingers over his jaw at the same time, feeling his morning stubble against my skin.
"Did you lock the door?" I ask as he shifts his lips to my neck.
"Don't remember," he says, his voice muffled.
"Do you think we should?" I say huskily, all the while drawing him closer.
He shakes his head and I nod in agreement as he pushes me down onto the bed. He gazes down at me for a second and then reaches for the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head. Then, dipping his head to my stomach, he runs his tongue upwards from my belly button, between my breasts and over my collarbone, before pressing a kiss to my neck. I let out a soft moan and run my hand up his back into the curls at the base of neck.
He lifts his face so that it's level with mine and kisses my lips softly. I feel myself slipping away from reality as I focus on his hands and lips and body, pressing me to the bed gently.
And then the chief walks in. We really should have locked the door. Derek jumps away from me abruptly and I reach for my shirt to cover myself. "Oh! Oh-oh my..." the chief stutters, spinning away from us. "I-I'm sorry...I'm just gonna...I'll just..." He shakes his head and stumbles outside, leaving both Derek and I sitting on the bed, slightly shell-shocked.
"I told you we should've locked the door," I grumble, slipping my shirt on and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
"Sorry," Derek says, standing up and following me into the kitchen area.
I turn towards him, leaning against the counter, and narrow my eyes. "The chief just saw me half-naked. And it's all your fault."
Derek tries to keep a straight face, but fails miserably. I reach out and hit him across the chest. "Shut up," I tell him. "Do you realize how humiliating that was?"
"I thought it was funny," he admits.
"Sure you did. You were fully clothed." I glare at him. "That was not funny. I was naked, Derek!"
"Hence the funny," he says, grinning at me.
I shoot him a little scowl, before crossing my arms across my chest and dropping my gaze to the floor. Derek takes a step towards me and reaches out, unfolding my arms and taking my hands in his. "Don't worry about it, Mer," he says softly. "I'm sure it'll all be forgotten by tomorrow."
I look back into his face and offer a weak smile. "You think?"
He nods and moves closer to me until he's got me pinned against the counter. I feel my smile grow as he leans towards me, pressing a kiss to my lips. When we pull apart I glance at the door. "Think we should lock it?"
He nods. "Good idea."
xxx
Early the next morning, I wake up when Derek tries to slip out of bed. "Where are you going?" I ask, turning towards him.
"I have to go catch breakfast," he says.
"Fishing? You're going fishing? Come on. It's still dark out, Derek."
"It's the best time to catch them."
"But I want to keep sleeping," I complain, pulling him towards me.
"You can keep sleeping."
"I can't sleep without you," I tell him.
Derek chuckles. "You did it yesterday."
"But I didn't like it. I don't like waking up without you."
His face softens into a smile and he slides back into bed, gathering me up into his arms. "Fine," he says, kissing my forehead. "We can sleep a little longer."
"Thank you," I say as I settle against him. I rest my cheek against his chest with a little sigh and wrap my arm around his stomach falling asleep almost instantly.
xxx
A couple of hours later, both Derek and I are woken up when someone knocks on the door. "Shepherd? You in there?"
Derek groans softly behind me and press his face into my hair, breathing in deeply. "What does he want?" I ask softly.
"Breakfast," Derek says.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"Can't he make his own breakfast?"
"Apparently not," Derek replies, beginning to pull away from me.
I groan at the loss of warmth and pull the covers more closely around my body as Derek stands up and walks over to the door. "Chief," he greets him, his voice tired.
"Oh, I didn't mean to wake you...I just...We usually eat at six..."
"Yeah, sorry. I overslept."
"So is breakfast almost ready?"
I smirk as I hear Derek's exasperated groan. "No, it's not." I catch sight of him as he steps away from the door, opens a cabinet, takes out the Muesli and thrusts it at the chief.
The chief stares at it for a moment, then look back up at Derek. "Muesli?"
"Yeah, it's cereal." I have to stifle my laughter in the pillow.
"Oh, okay...I guess I'll see you later then," the chief says, stepping away from the door. Derek closes the door behind him and walks back towards the bed. I prop myself up on my elbow and smile at him.
He stops at the foot of the bed and runs his hand down his face. "That man may be one of the most competent surgeons on the West Coast, but he can't make his own breakfast."
"He's getting divorced. Give the guy a break," I say.
Derek nods slightly and gets back on the bed, lying down next me. I turn on my side and rest my back against his chest. He rests his arm across my stomach and lifts my shirt slightly to rest his palm across my bare stomach and soon I drift into sleep once again.
So, I have to ask, what do you guys think of Owen Hunt? Because, personally, I'm kind of, like, totally and completely in love with him.
