I am posting the full story for the enjoyment of the viewers…Some content, characters names, and chapter names have been changed. Grammatical errors have been fixed; however, I am not a professional. I will be adding my own personal touches. All writers are good! We just all have our own elements of flare. Furthermore, all original materials and rights still are owned by april. Furthermore, it originally has a name different than I've titled it. I hope you like the new name. Anyway, please, be patient. It will be very porny, and full of suss. You have been warned. Welcome and hang on tight! Thank you! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: I'm Not Okay

Derek told her he loved her. The four-letter word that was taken seriously in a relationship. Theirs had started out very differently. They didn't meet in a coffee shop; they didn't meet at a bar. They met at his trailer. Meredith's first meeting attire was much more revealing than what she would have usually worn if she went out for a walk. The first thing he had seen her in was a short mini skirt and a top that dipped low to reveal her cleavage.

When they first met, they didn't even know each other's names. She was Addison and he was John. Two people fucking until it hurt, until they forgot the feelings in their legs. Liquids mixing with one another dripping down her legs as she would stand up and pick up her clothing.

There was no flirting. No manners. The communication back then was a simple phone call of nasty words spoken to her; dirty thoughts embedded into her mind urging her. He made her want to do those things, open her legs wide enough to thrust his member inside of her, hitting her deep and hard until she screamed incoherent words. Never was the sex gentle or kind. It was rough, pure physical pleasure. No emotions were supposed to set into their client-hooker deal.

Now, look at her.

They were in a relationship, one where they came to each other's trailers or apartments and hung out. One where they ate together and talked about the fucked-up moments of their lives. Where they could be cheesy one moment and be hot and horny the next.

Now, she learned there was love involved between them. What was lacking was honesty. That was all on her.

Everything was just coming at her all at once.

All the bullshit.

Her past running and ruining her present and maybe even her future. Derek. He was right. He shouldn't have to be the only one in their relationship. She was trying at first, she even liked it. Being the girlfriend waiting for her boyfriend to come home after long hours of work. Pulling him to the bedroom and sucking on his hard cock until he came, all the stress gone and all his pleasure in her mouth.

Then, one man came back. Just that one look at the restaurant and she could barely breathe, think, and hardly sleep without a warm body next to her.

Poor Meredith Grey. Alone in her room, lying in a protective ball letting all her regrets fall from her red rimmed eyes.

She wanted things to be normal, back to Derek buying her Happy Meals and answering trivia questions with her and Aaron. Not like this.

"Mer, are you okay? Just saw Derek run out of here in a blind rage." the soft voice of Aaron called, opening the door.

"N...no. I'm not okay."

That was the first step. Admitting something was wrong.

"Parker, can we reschedule some other time?" Derek asked gruffly, covering his other ear, trying to block out the noises of Seattle's traffic. He was seated at the edge of the flower bed right in front of the apartment building, crushing a few flowers underneath him.

"Yeah, that's fine, why?"

"Meredith." One answer that meant many things, but the tone of his voice as he said her name was nothing filled with rainbows and sunshine. He was frustrated and tired. Mentally tired of the last few days when she suddenly became quiet, frightened Meri.

"Trouble in paradise man?"

"You can say that. It's nothing to big, were not broken up or anything. It's just..."

"Women." Parker concluded with a chuckle.

"Exactly. You don't know what they're thinking, and when they tell you something, it's far from the fucking truth." he yelled.

"I know what you mean. Chicks are all about emotion and their whole double meanings. You probably need a wictionary to understand what they say half the time."

"Wiktionary? What the hell is that?"

"A woman dictionary." Parker explained rather simply.

"Right, right." he sighed, rubbing his face. It was rather chilly for the April morning, and he was only in his shirt and blue jeans. Goose bumps already forming along his fair skinned.

"You really don't sound okay man; you need me to come over. Just give me the address and I'll be there."

"No, Parker I'm fine. Really."

"Then let me talk to Meredith. Maybe I can help you work things out. And maybe I'll get to know her a little bit better. We didn't hit it off to a great start at the Monkey Bar." he said.

"That's not a good idea." Derek replied.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay. Well better be off and do something with the free time I have left before admitting myself to the hell hole of a hospital." he said with a chuckle, making Derek laugh slightly, his mode lightening a few notches.

"Bye Park."

He really was a great friend. So much like Mark, but softer around the edges. Actually answering his phone and not screwing the first thing he saw tihe a vagina and a pulse. And the fact that he also wanted to help Meredith was showing a great side of Parker. How insistent he was.

At least he had someone or did he?

What do you guys think?