Disclaimer: I do not like Rose. I barely know Rose but I already know that I don't like her. Which says something. And if I owned the show it would mean that she'd probably be smushed by the rolling ambulance or something this coming week. Sadly, I don't own the show.

Sorry it's been a few days...if you read the one shot I just posted you will probably understand why. I was busy writing that when I should have been updating this. But here is an update. And it's kind of sort of filler but it's cute and funny filler so I am quite certain that it is all okay.

Enjoy!

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"You should stay home," Meredith sighed, following closely behind me as I headed down the stairs at her house.

"Mer you are the one that told me I could go," I pointed out.

"No I…okay, maybe I did but I'm taking it back," she groaned. "Come on, Der. It's Mark. Mark who slept with your wife. He deserves to be blown off once. So we can go back upstairs and pretend we're not here. And he will…you really don't have to go."

"Meredith…"

"He really deserves it," she frowned. "He was an ass. He is an ass. He tried to get into my pants, did I tell you that? I turned him down but he asked."

"He's Mark," I shrugged.

"But still…blow him off. It would be fun. Really fun. Revenge even. You're a guy. You must love revenge. Revenge is really good. Definitely good," she rambled.

"Mer…Mer…" I sighed, turning around to grab her. "Not that it's not adorable but you need to breathe. Why the freak out?"

"Oh…" she frowned, looking down at the ground instead of at me. "I'm uhh… goingtomissyou."

"What?"

"I'm going to miss you," she murmured, not looking up at me. "I know its three days. And it's short and three days. And it's lame so you don't actually have to say anything…"

"I'll miss you too," I grinned, before dipping my head down to kiss her.

"You will?" she breathed as she pulled away, nestling herself comfortably into my arms.

"Definitely," I nodded, kissing her forehead. "Even if it's just three days. I'll miss you."

"Good," she sighed, wrapping her arms tightly around me. "But really, go. Go have fun with Mark and don't miss me too much. Go."

"You were just begging me to not go."

"That's before I knew you'd miss me," she giggled, resting her head against my chest.

I sighed and wrapped my arms tighter around her, breathing in deeply to smell lavender and morning Meredith. I had no idea why she was even up. It was five in the morning and she actually had the day off. But she was up and she was clinging to me as if she really didn't want me to leave. Months ago we had been together but spent days apart. Months before that we hadn't even been together. But now, weeks after we had started to figure this out, she was clinging to me because I was leaving for the weekend.

"I love you, Mer," I murmured, pressing a kiss on the top of her head.

"I love you too," she sighed into my chest.

I got the distinct feeling she wasn't planning on letting me go anytime soon.

Not that I minded all that much.

"You're going to go to Joe's with your friends," I pointed out.

"But you won't be there," she sighed.

"It's a weekend," I frowned, tilting her head up to look at me. "And I'll miss you like crazy but it's just a weekend. We need to both at least try to enjoy it."

"I know," she sighed. "But…sex."

"No, you don't get to talk about sex," I groaned. "I'm leaving. To go to the bushes with Mark. You can not talk about sex."

"Oh I can't?" she asked, smirking up at me. Before kissing me hard, her tongue quickly slipping into my mouth as she pushed me against the wall. This was most certainly her I want sex kiss. I had become well acquainted with it over the last couple of weeks. Except for now was really not good timing.

My shirt was half unbuttoned by the time I heard the door open.

"Is that all you two ever do?" Mark's voice interrupted us.

"Mark!" Meredith gasped, pulling away from me and trying to shift her shirt quickly to cover up the breasts that had been fully exposed.

"Mark," Mark smirked. "It's not that I don't respect it, guys. I do. I'm all for the sex everywhere, all the time. It's just…aren't you two supposed to some great cheesy love story? I didn't know cheesy love stories came with this much sex."

"They do," I laughed. "And we were just saying goodbye."

"Shep, that was more like a hello."

"We say goodbye in interesting ways," I smiled, kissing Meredith's cheek quickly.

"Well are you actually ready to say goodbye or is there some ritual or something?" Mark groaned, looking at both of us.

"I think you interrupted the ritual," Meredith giggled, leaning against me.

"And I think I'm good to go," I grinned.

"Should I step outside while you do something gross and couply?" Mark grimaced at us.

"No, we're good," Meredith laughed, turning to rebutton my shirt.

"Remember I'm not taking my cell with me," I reminded her, pushing her hair behind her one ear. "It's just me, Mark and the wilderness."

"I know," she nodded, giggling softly.

"Also remember, no sleeping with inappropriate men."

"My legs are closed to the second you get home," she giggled, kissing me quickly.

"I'll miss you," I sighed, running a hand along her cheek.

"I'll miss you too," she breathed.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

We kissed gently, letting the kiss linger slightly before I pulled away and picked my bags up off the floor. "See you Sunday night, Mer."

"See you," she grinned. "Bye Mark, have fun."

"Bye Meredith," Mark nodded before leading me out the front door, not pausing with me as I stopped and gave Meredith one last parting smile. She looked amazing. Her hair was a mess and she was wearing my Columbia tshirt and sweat pants and she looked breathtaking.

Hell I didn't want to leave.

I mouthed a quick I love you before disappearing through the door.

"Are you ready to do this?" Mark asked as I walked down the stairs.

"I'm ready," I nodded.

"And you lied, Shep, that was gross and couply."

So there we go. Mark and Derek are off on their fishing weekend. And Derek and Meredith are entirely concerned about missing each other desperately. Because in the year they've been "together" they've never actually gone that long without seeing each other and now that things are finally going well...they hate parting ways. And of course Mark was all...Mark about it.

Will update tomorrow.

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