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Author's Note: I love this song, U2 always seems to render me a bit speechless … this song, "All I Want is You" is just one of those perfect ballads. Enjoy, listen if you have the means. Please let me know what you think of this story, thanks.

Chapter 15 – All I Want is You

Lyrics for U2's "All I Want is You":

You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
You say you want
Your story to remain untold

But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You say you'll give me
A highway with no one on it
Treasure just to look upon it
All the riches in the night

You say you'll give me
Eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbor in the tempest
But all the promises we make
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You say you want
Your love to work out right
To last with me through the night

You say you want
Diamonds on a ring of gold
Your story to remain untold
Your love not to grow cold

All the promises we break
From the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you

You...all I want is...
You...all I want is...
You...all I want is...
You...

Chapter 15 – All I Want is You – Part 1 of 2

"Move in with me Meredith, please."

Derek's raspy emotional voice filled any empty spot in my mind. I heard his beautifully delivered request all night long as I tossed and turned … and not with worry, but in anticipation of what was to come for us. Derek didn't recant his request, it wasn't an impulse. He was serious, more serious than I had ever seen him before. Of course he knew I would need time …time to adjust to the reality of my dreams coming true.

***

In that moment last night under the dim light of the porch, I stood up and offered my hand to Derek. He laced his fingers in mine and without words we…

… stepped inside together…

… climbed the stairs together …

… showered together …

… brushed our teeth side by side …

… and finally climbed into bed together.

I rolled over and lay my head on Derek's pillow. I could see his eyes shining as the dim nighttime shadows danced along the walls of my room.

"I'm scared," I confessed softly into the darkness.

"I know," he answered with a small smile.

"I'm committed," I said to declare my intentions.

"I know, I love you," he said with a smile, drawing me to him.

"I know … I love you," I said smiling, heat creeping up my cheeks as my eyes fell shut and my body became relaxed, warm and protected within the confines of my lover's embrace.

"I'll wait until you're ready," he said, bending his knee to move his thigh across my hips.

"I know," I said as I burrowed deeper into the enclave of his body.

"I'm committed … too," he said, stroking my arm with his warm hand.

"I know," I said, my eyes still closed.

As sleep came for me, I heard Derek's soft melodic voice; it was barely there, just above a whisper. "Take as long as you need Meredith, I'll wait. You know, I would wait forever for you, for this dream. And should forever run out … I would still be waiting … forevermore."

***

"Move in with me Meredith, please."

Derek's words floated in my head again as my stomach began to turn slightly. I winced, shifting on my feet as I stood in front of my locker, ready to start the day. I pulled a bottle of Pepto-Bismol from the shelf in there and sat down. I felt feverish and ick – no – that was an understatement. I unscrewed the cap from the bottle and took a swig of the pink, chalky tonic. I let it travel down my throat and esophagus to soothe my belly and beyond. But the pit lodged in my stomach only lurched and churned in response.

I felt like I developed a full blown ulcer since I woke up this morning and while my mind was moving a mile a minute thinking about Derek and his thoughtful question … I also knew I still had time before I had to take action. I knew Derek would wait for me. I closed my locker, slipped my lab coat on and followed my cohorts into the hallway of the busy hospital. I felt a sharp pain on my right side. I began to walk slower, everyone moving ahead of me as the dull pain moved across my abdomen.

"You alright Dr. Grey?" Bailey boomed softly as I perched myself on a nearby armchair.

"Yeah, Dr. Bailey, I just need to make a choice is all," I said, still unconvinced that my discomfort had anything to do with my impending decision.

So, why all the raging angst in my body … why couldn't I just relax about it? I thought about all the obvious reasons for hedging slightly with taking the next step … our problematic past, the barely-dry ink on Derek's divorce papers, the fact that I had never done this before, my desire to make a home out of my mother's house. As my mind wandered into the future, the questions only escalated into a tailspin of quandaries … even what to do about leaving Doc out in the woods all the time by himself raced in and out of my head.

I had to stop this – my mind from working on overdrive – somehow, I had to stop, pause, I needed something to help me step back and take stock of the situation. But nothing seemed to work, not even knowing Derek was in this with me … nothing, because there were even bigger questions, the real reasons to worry … like what if it didn't work out between us? What if we couldn't live together? What if this was the beginning of the end of the dream? What if this blows up in my face? Then what?

"Move in with me Meredith, please."

Derek's words permeated my mind still as I looked up and spotted him careening down the hallway towards me. I felt feverish-anxiety prick my arms and travel all the way up to my neck and heat my entire face. As I started to stand, a sharp pain seared my lower abdomen and all but disabled me.

"Karev," Derek greeted Alex as he bypassed him quickly to get to me. "Dr. Grey, I am clipping a basilar tip aneurism. Any interest?" he asked smartly with a smile, his face quickly falling as he scanned my eyes with his.

"Meredith," he said, moving closer, his proximity somehow suddenly suffocated me as I felt bile rise up into my throat. He placed his cool hand on my arm to steady me. I looked up at him, but I had no time left for words. I grabbed my hair and held it with one hand as the faint aftertaste of the Pepto-Bismol I had ingested flooded into my mouth. Oh God, my stomach was on fire! Without further warning I emptied the contents of my stomach all over Derek's shoes.

Beads of sweat formed on my brow, neck and chest, my stomach convulsed in an attempt to cleanse itself again. I heaved – the pain was severe, intense, dull, ever-present – this had to be more, more than just anxiety. Derek was kneeling in front of me when I opened my eyes. I felt saliva collect in my mouth again; I spit the sour residue out.

"Your shoes," I muttered, it was the only thing I could see, the only thing that came to mind as I felt Derek's cool hand on my bare neck.

"You're burning up," he said softly as I stood. He pulled a tissue from his pocket and handed it to me. I put it over my mouth, wiping away the disgust.

"Your shoes," was all I could get out.

Cristina walked up then and handed a cup of water to me, her dark eyes darted in between mine and Derek's. She dropped a wad of paper towels on the floor. Derek began to move them around with his soiled shoes, the rancid smell of my insides, my anxiety wafted up and smothered me.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine," I faltered, bringing the cup up to my lips. My hand shook too much though, betraying me without words.

"You don't look fine, people don't throw up when they're fine," Derek said seriously.

"For once I agree with him," Cristina snorted.

"Are you in pain?" Dr. Bailey asked as she approached, her warm brown eyes scanned mine.

"I'm fine, go clip your aneurysm," I said to Derek tightly, the urge to throw up quickly resurfacing deep within my belly.

I really wanted Derek out of my way – and I couldn't explain this if I tried – but I didn't want him to know that I quite possibly was sick to my stomach at the thought of giving him an answer to his loving question … even with the promise of time, I somehow couldn't relax about giving him an answer.

"You going to be alright?" he asked again, kissing my temple, his lips lingering longer than necessary. I saw Bailey glance at him with a raised brow. "You are hot … and I ah … I mean that in the medical sense," he smiled, trying to mask his concern.

But before I could utter a reply, my stomach heaved again. I shoved the cup of water into Cristina's hands, heat pricked my skin as turned my head away from them and vomited the bile that had collected in my stomach, my abdominal wall scorching with fire that no amount of water or Pepto-Bismol would be able to tamp out. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the rotten air. This had to be more than anxiety … it had to be.

"Holy crap! Are you pregnant?" I heard Cristina exclaim, my heart rate spiked.

Derek was at eye level with me again when I opened my eyes, at least his shoes were spared this time. I blinked once, his blue eyes were cloudy with concern … hot fever covered my skin like a cloak as Cristina's question hung in the air. I gripped the hand Derek held out for me and slowly stood up.

"Move in with me Meredith, please."

His soft voice raced in and out of my head again as he continued to hold my hand and stare at me as if we were frozen in time. My stomach rolled with discomfort, that sharp pain returning on my right side again. I released my hand from his and moved it across my abdomen in response. Derek's eyes darted downward, watching my action. He lifted his gaze again, his head cocked to the side, his eyes intensely locked on mine as he wordlessly tried to calm my wild mind.

"Meredith...," Derek began with what was sure to be a list of assurances.

"Uh uh, you've done enough already, go clip your aneurysm, find us later," Bailey interrupted with no room for argument as I allowed her to move me away from him.

"Meredith...," he called out and I turned around, he reached for my hand. I took it, his fingers felt cool to the touch as heat rose to my cheeks and our bubble came and closed itself around us. For a split-second, the world actually stopped and it was just us. "I love you," he said softly.

"I know," I answered with a smile meant just for him because deep down – pregnant or not, sick to my stomach with worry or not – that was all I ever wanted or needed to hear.

Chapter 15 – All I Want is You – Part 2 of 2 to follow.