Chapter 37: Queasy Stomach?

Meredith's Point-of-View

Oh God…why did my stomach hate me today? It was bad enough that I had Derek all up my ass this week, but I had one gory case after another. I thought surely, I'd lose it. Thinking maybe I needed something more than saltine crackers in my stomach I ate two pints of chow mien on my way home and by the time I reached the top of the stairs I was ready to barf.

I heard the front door shut and some seductive giggling and whirled around to see Jackson and Cristina starting their heated trail from the front door towards the stairs… I felt my nausea heighten at the idea of hearing their sex sounds all night long.

"Oh no!" I shouted, they broke apart and looked up at me surprised to see me there "Don't even think about it!"

"Mer." Jackson gulped "I thought... I thought you were on-call tonight."

"I was on-call last night." I said through my teeth "I'm tired and already sick to my stomach, so if you think you're going to be getting lucky all night think again! If I'm not having sex in this house, no one else is so go…find a park bench somewhere for all I care!"

"Cockblocker." Cristina scoffed.

"You're not coming down with the flu, are you? If so, I'm moving out until you're over it…last thing I need is to be dragging under Bailey's reign."

"I'm not getting the flu." I groaned as I placed my hand over my queasy stomach "I think it was the Chinese food I ate for dinner."

"You hate Chinese food." Jackson scrunched his nose at me, "No wonder it made you sick."

"Yeah." I groaned again as I felt my stomach literally churn "Remind me that again next time I think chow mien sounds good."

"Is that music?" Cristina asked, we all listened for a second and sure enough heard some sort of strumming of instruments coming from outside. "What is that?"

I felt curiosity take over my nausea and I flew down the stairs before Jackson and Cristina could take a step. I opened the front door and had to bite my lip to keep my gasp at bay. There were about a dozen candle luminaries strewn into a glowing heart on my front lawn and Derek was standing in the middle of it playing the instrumental of the song he sang me in the bar that night… that horrible sting of a night that he somehow for some reason felt the bloody need to remind me of!

I took a few deep calming breaths, I didn't understand why I was getting so any and irritated so easily today. Must be the sour stomach, and there it goes churning again.

"Derek." I hissed "What the hell are you doing! Its ten o'clock at night and I have neighbors!"

"Making an effort." He grinned in a way that made all my nausea vanish with a single glimmer off his teeth. "And I'm playing our song."

"Our song." I scoffed as I stepped toward him, my feet seemed to be falling for it but my heart, or mind rather, was singing a different tune "A song you played for me but another woman claimed as her own hardly constitutes as 'our' song."

"Meredith, I'm trying." He said softly as he put his guitar down and pulled me into him, his aroma filled my senses and tickled the front lobe of my brain.

"Reminding me of an affair you had with another woman hardly constitutes as trying."

"Shut up."

"Excuse me!" I hissed.

"Shut up." He said with a smirk. "I'm going to kiss you so shut….up."

His lips consumed mine, I heard a moan, I wasn't sure if it was me or him, probably him but…oh hell it could've been me. I felt it light a fire between my legs, for some reason I was in a super horny mood that day too, but I was after a larger cause and being celibate was a must.

"Derek." I moaned into his lips. "Derek stop."

"No." he mumbled into my lips "This is me…making an effort."

"But Derek." I moaned, except not with pleasure this time as his stubble was rubbing me the wrong way "You're making me sick."

"I'm what?"

I yanked my lips from his and took a single step back just in time. I heard a snicker behind me coming from the audience on the porch and look in horror as my Chinese dinner was dripping down the front of Derek's shirt. Huh… wonder how much of an effort he wanted to make now?

Do you think Meredith has a queasy stomach or is it something else?