Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy does not belong to me . . .as Disney rudely reminded me when they booted my videos off Youtube.

I'm back to continue writing! Yay! As I said earlier, it was a busy weekend. Busy but good. Busy and no time to write. But I'm done work for the day, now just killing time to see if the boyfriend has a ball game tonight for me to go to. So write I shall.

Actually I've been wanting to update all weekend, lol. Damn being busy.

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Derek's POV:

"So this is where all the pretty girls in Seattle hang out," I said to Joe as I slid into the bar stool beside the pretty blonde I was referring to.

Joe shrugged. "What can I say? She missed me."

A small tinkling laugh rang out beside me.

"So, Dr. Grey, exactly where is our daughter right now?"

"Our daughter made a friend at the park and is now sleeping over at her house,"

"So Emily is a social butterfly? Just like her mother." I joked, grabbing the beer that Joe passed my way.

"Our Mer? Social? Hardly Derek. She just comes here for the drinks," Joe laughed passing Meredith another beer.

"Used to come here for the drinks. I'm done with that. Now I just come here . . .to well I don't know." Mer shrugged.

"You came here to welcome back the Seattle life. And to pick up another guy." I laughed, hoping she'd deny the second part.

Meredith laughed. It was beautiful. "I think I learned my lesson about picking up guys here. They just lead to bad news.'

I laughed in return, thinking of that night.

"Besides," Meredith said before I could respond. "If I remember correctly you're the one that did the picking up that night. I just went along for the ride."

"That's not the way I remember it. I remember a tiny little blonde thing in a black dress came over and asked me if I wanted to buy her a drink."

"And you did. You did the picking up."

I looked at her, her soft blonde hair curling around her face, her smile lighting up the room. I hated how she made me feel sometimes, all cheesy and sentimental. Didn't feel really manly. But it felt right, looking at her.

I thought back to that first night. I had stopped by the hospital to talk to Richard, as I started work the next day. Not finding him, I headed to the bar across the street, to have a few drinks and forget about being alone. And before I even had a chance to drown it all out, I wasn't alone anymore. Meredith sat down beside me, and asked me if I wanted to buy her a drink. I agreed.

Just being near her had made me feel more, something, I wasn't quite sure what.

"I don't think it works that way, you started it all," I said coming out of my reverie.

"No. Besides," she gives me her little Meredith shrug, "The drink didn't start it all, the game of darts did."

"True," I say. "True."

"And that was all you, Der."

It had been. "Oh, I remember that part clearly. You had no idea what you were doing, and yet you managed to get a bulls-eye. And you jumped on me in celebration, completely threw yourself onto me. That's when I was done."

I see Meredith's eyes flash back to that word. The way I had used it. How it echoed the words she yelled at me on the staircase years ago, when she told me she thought she was done after she met me.

"Done?" she asks me in a small voice.

"Done," I confirm, casually glancing her way.

"Oh." I've flustered her. That's a good sign, it has to be a good sign.

I laughed, trying to calm her down. "I don't even think I knew your name at the time, but all the same."

"I," Meredith takes a gulp of her beer. "I, umm, I should head to the washroom. I need to go to the washroom." With that she's gone.

The confession had been big, and she had run away. She always ran at those times. It's what made her mine.

Cause it's you and me and all of the people

With nothing to do, nothing to prove

And it's you and me and all of the people and

I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off you

Meredith's POV:

Cool water felt good on my face that seemed to be warmer than usual. He was done. Done. My McDreamy had been done the day he had met me. I reminded myself to breathe, as I considered what that might mean for us now. Things had changed since then, changed immensely.

I still loved him.

"Me. McDreamy. Again." I said to my reflection in the mirror. Was it possible?

I took a deep breath and decided to head back in his direction.

"Are you okay?" he asked as I sat down beside him.

"Yep," I answer shortly and nod my head.

"Are you sure? Because you don't seem okay."

"I'm good."

"Good." he said, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. I stopped breathing. My mind falls back to a time that him reaching out and doing that would have been normal, not breath taking.

"Derek, why did you never tell me you were married?" I asked. Crap. I don't know where that came from, I never meant to ask him that.

"I was going to tell you that . . ."

I cut him off. "I know. But why didn't you tell me before that? Before the night we met here? Before you showed me where you lived? Before things started happening."

Derek sighed. "I don't know."

"You don't know." It's no longer a question.

"At first I thought you were just a fling, a fun distraction, so I didn't see a point. And then. Then it turned into something more, something I never expected. It became a future, and I didn't want to ruin it. I was scared, terrified of losing you."

"You wouldn't have," I answer in a small voice, playing with the label on my beer bottle.

"Meredith, why did you kiss me in the elevator that day? Before it all started."

"I was having a bad day."

Derek laughed. "So you kiss me on bad days." I remembered the day clearly. And remembered how much Cristina had sounded like Derek just did.

"I guess I do. I was having a bad day the night of the party too," I admit, thinking of the things that had happened with my mother that day.

It's been five years. Five years of attempting to move on and try to live lives apart from each other. And yet, in that one moment, the events of the months we had shared rushed back. Like it had only been moments before. Everything had changed since then, but sitting at Joe's it all felt the same. We spent hours, sipping on beers and talking. Time felt like it stood still, Derek and I sitting together, reminiscing about the months that had taken our breath away. We talked about the months that had unknowingly changed our lives. Sitting there it felt like we were still the two people that had met years ago, an attending and his intern, falling head over heals in love. Our lives were lived apart, and yet always so intertwined.

"Sorry to break this up, guys, but I'm closing." Joe came over and interrupted Derek in the middle of a story about our first fishing trip together.

Derek threw a wad of bills down on the bar. "We're out of here, see you later Joe!"

The bell tinkled as we walked out. Somehow my foot caught on Derek's and we both tripped, laughing. During our talk we both drank more than we planned. "This isn't good," Derek laughed.

"No, no it's not."

"I have no idea how I'm going to get home," Derek said. "I'm in no shape to drive."

I take a deep breath, feeling a little more sober than I had moments before. "Umm, how about you just come over and crash at my place?"

FYI the fishing trip thing has been mentioned before but just to clarify for the purposes of this story some things happened with Meredith and Derek that we never saw on the show.

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