As the wedding well-wishers gave their congratulations, Cristina and George stood apart from the others surveying the room. George with his hands clasped behind his back and Cristina with her arms crossed across her breasts. The wedding had been short, but sweet and that was exactly how she envisioned her wedding to Preston Burke—if it ever happened.

"Would you look at those two?" She muttered under her breath, of Meredith and Derek, who were standing about two feet apart, both uncomfortable—both trying to pretend that the other didn't exist. Although the hand holding had not escaped the attention of Dr. Yang and she intended to find out exactly what it meant—the two were no longer attached. "Could you please lock them in the closet and make them work out whatever this is?"

George chuckled. "I don't think putting them in a confined space would solve it— it would probably make it worse."

She snorted. "Ya. You're probably right." She looked at Izzy and Denny who were still kissing and generally making everyone else in the room want to leave and give them some privacy. "Well, I guess everyone should get going now. Thank you for stopping by." She intoned, then shrugged at George, who elbowed her lightly.

"What Dr. Yang means—" He began, in a slightly friendlier tone. "Ís that Denny and Izzy would like some time alone. Feel free to go to the cafeteria where—" He looked around for some help and found none. "Where there is food—if you want to buy it yourself—because we had no wedding budget." He clapped his hands together and grinned sheepishly. "And thanks again for coming."

As everyone walked out of the room, Meredith caught Derek's arm. "I need to talk to you." She whispered. "But not here."

He nodded. "On-call room?"

She fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Fine. Five minutes."

"Good." He left in front of her and they went their separate ways.

GAGAGAGAGAGA

In the short span of five minutes, Meredith learned how it felt for her life to be hanging in the balance. She was sweating bullets, scared to death and her stomach felt sick. She bit the inside of her cheek as she paced around the small room, remembering what had taken place the last time she and Derek were alone.

It was his eyes that had done it. The piercing gaze, he'd given her from across the room as she'd danced with Finn cheek to cheek, the one filled to capacity with jealousy—the kind of look that had scared her because she knew that he loved her and still wanted her----all when she couldn't have him.

Well, that hadn't been entirely true.

Hands—roaming, feasting. Lips on lips, taking, needing. Derek and Meredith—Meredith and Derek—you couldn't tell one from the other. They had been one person, one entity and she desperately hoped that they would be again.

She almost groaned as she envisioned herself on the small table that he'd so quickly set her on. She'd never found her panties after that night and hoped that no one else had either.

Still was still thinking about him when the door opened and he stepped in hurriedly. He shut the door and snicked the lock in place, then stood with his back against the coolness, eyeing her.

Blue eyes locked on blue as they stood staring at one another. The silence was almost deafening.

"What did you want to talk about?" He asked softly.

"I—I—just wanted to see how you were." She said lamely, losing her nerve. She crossed over and sat down on the desk in front of him, but got back up quickly when she realized its last purpose and stood facing him, but looking down at the marble floor.

She could tell that he was disappointed and that he didn't buy it. "Really." He said flatly. "You called me in here to ask me if I was alright?" He stepped away from the door, a fire starting to brim in his eyes. "Or did you maybe call me in here to tell me that you're moving to New York with our Veterinarian?"

She'd underestimated him, not realized that there was a heat to him that she'd not noticed before---He was jealous and now, mad—quite like his attitude when he'd followed her here a few nights before and made her his again.

Meredith looked up at him in surprise. "Who told you that?"

"Does it matter?"

"I think it does." She argued.

"Why? Why does it matter?" He questioned. "Is it true?"

"I think the more important question is who told you, Derek."

"I heard it at lunch, okay?" He shook, he was so upset. "So, is it true?" He demanded.

"Finn asked me to move to New York with him." She admitted. "It's true."

The hurt that flashed across his face crushed her. He looked down at the floor. "So, what I said to you didn't matter then?" He asked dully, but softly, so she knew that there was more anger underneath. "When I told you that I love you and that I was leaving my wife so that we could be together—you just—decide to move with some guy that you've known for like two days?"

"I didn't----" She started, but he cut her off. His voice was raising with every word and she cringed.

"I signed the papers, Meredith." He hissed. "I signed them! And then I find out—second hand—I might add, that you're leaving me for him!" He pointed at her. "I told my wife that I loved you and that I wanted to be with you! How could you do this to me!"

He'd divorced her! He'd divorced his wife for her! She should have been elated but all she could think about was how selfish he was being—the rest would kick in later.

She'd had enough. He was being so selfish and this wasn't the way she'd planned the conversation. "Oh right!" She countered. "You left me for her the first time! You didn't even tell me you were married! So don't give me that crap! And if you would just shut up for two seconds you would have heard me tell you that I said no!"

He looked confused, so she continued. "I said no. That's what I wanted to tell you. I told him that I wasn't over you and I didn't know if I'd ever be. So you win, Derek! Again, you win!"

He started toward her but she backed toward the door, suddenly afraid of what she'd said, of what she'd allowed herself to say. "And again you've turned me into a blubbering, love-sick teenager that get you out of my head!"

"Meredith–" Tears sprang to his eyes as he spoke. "I love you. I want you. Only you." He pushed her against the door and cupped her face with both hands. "Can't you give me another chance?"

Before she could speak he leaned down and crushed his mouth against hers.

"I won't lose you again."