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Meredith slowly buttons up her wrinkled white shirt and pulls her jeans up to her narrow waist. She stares at the man in her bed.

What have I done? This is bad, very, very bad.

Meredith's phone rings by her foot and she bends down to pick it up. She opens the small phone and looks at her recent missed calls. Call one—Derek. Call two—Derek.

What the hell was he calling for?

Meredith grabs her bag and heads toward the door. Thankfully she was the only person at the house last night. George stayed with Callie, and Izzie had gone home last weekend. Honestly she is worried about Izzie, but she is too consumed with herself to really help her.

Slowly Meredith pulls her jeep out of the driveway. Hopefully Mark would get the message when he wakes up alone. Meredith tries to focus on the road but is unable to shake her curiosity of why Derek called her in the middle of the night. Meredith gives into her curiosity and calls her voicemail.

Why do I even bother?

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Meredith sips her coffee. She is on hour twelve of her shift and she has managed to avoid both Dr. Sheperds as well as Mark. She silently counts down the hours until she can go home and drink away her sorrows, yet again. Izzie wouldn't be home for a few days. George hasn't spoken to her since Callie told him she walked in her and Derek after they had sex. Christina was at Burke's. Burke had just been sent home a few days ago. Meredith felt utterly and completely alone.

She leans on the nurses station—waiting. Waiting for anything, something to happen. She feels a hand touch her side which jolts her out of her thoughts and causes her to jump and spill her coffee all over the nurses station. She turns her head around and sees Mark Sloan standing next to her grinning.

"Good morning, Dr. Sloan," Meredith says and she attempts to clean up her coffee.

Mark grabs some napkins and helps Meredith clean up the spill. "Dr. Sloan?" He stops and leans in closer to her and whispers, "It was Derek last night."

Meredith is unable to stop herself from blushing.

I must remain composed. Last night was a mistake. Meredith, pull yourself together. He's just another drunken mistake.

"Dr. Sloan I assume that you have a flight back to New York that leaves soon," Meredith snaps as she tosses the coffee soaked napkins into the trash and turns to completely face Mark.

Mark does not respond at first, but rather looks at Meredith.

There's that look again. I swear to God that must have been something they both had learned in medical school.

"Well, Dr. Grey, I came to Seattle Grace not only to see Addison, but I actually had a meeting with your Chief."

Meredith looks back at him for a few moments waiting for him to expand upon his story.

"And it appears that your chief is interested in expanding his plastics department and he called me in for the job. Don't get too worried it's a temp position. I'll be here for three months and then I'll be gone."

Perfect, just perfect. Three months is just long enough to mess everything up.

Meredith lies, "That's great."

"C'mon Grey you could pretend to be a little more enthusiastic. I'm only going to be here for a while and I intend to have as much fun as possible while I'm here, and I would like for that fun to include you."

Meredith, say something. You have to say something. You're getting yourself into very bad situation.

Meredith lowers her voice, "Mark, last night was a mistake."

"Was it?"

"Yes a big, bad mistake. We both know what we really want."

"Yeah, but we both know we can't have it. You know that last night was fun, and I'm not going to lie, Grey, you know what your doing."

Meredith blushes again.

"Dr. Sloan…" Meredith begins to speak when she sees Derek coming up behind Mark.

Oh Fuck, here comes Derek. He going to punch him again. I was doing so well avoiding him. Ok Meredith, breathe, say something.

"Dr. Shepherd, good afternoon."

Derek walks over to them and does not even acknowledge Mark's presence.

"Meredith, I called you two times last night and left you several messages can I please talk to you for a moment."

"Dr. Shepherd, I don't think…"

Derek grabs Meredith's shoulder and turns her to him, "Please."

Say no, Meredith, say no. You need space.

Meredith meekly responds, "Ok."

Her eyes turn back to Mark who is still standing there. Her eyes linger for a second. Mark mouths the words "I'll call you," to her, and Meredith fixates her eyes to the hall in front of her.

Derek leads her into the on-call room. The room is empty the two beds are neatly made. Derek and Meredith just stand there for a moment neither of them ready to say anything. Derek leans against the wall and stares at Meredith. His eyes penetrate her and she feels unclothed.

Meredith just say something, so he'll say something, and they you can scream at him and run. Maybe if you scream enough or say harsh enough words you'll be able to hide the fact that you still are madly in love with him

Derek was the first to break the painful silence.

"I called you last night."

"I got your messages."

"Then why have you been avoiding me all day?"

Calmly Meredith replies "What do you want me to say. You call me in the middle of the night and tell me that you love me, but what does it mean? Did you call me from the front porch after you made love to your wife? Derek, honestly, why do you keep hurting me?"

Derek looks taken aback and moves towards her.

"Derek, just stop please."

"Stop what?" he states as reaches for the lock and turns it.

"Derek, I…"

Derek learns closer towards her and elopes her mouth with his. In between kisses he whispers, "Meredith I'm still in love with you."