Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy

Teaser: McDreamy, McSteamy… meet McJuicy

Notes: God, I'm having so much fun with Chris O'Donnell's character. I'm frightened he's pushing his way into my heart. Much like Derek did…

/The McHousehold/

/Chapter One: McJuicy/

"You're good at that," Meredith admits gingerly, sipping on coffee as he leans over the desk she's put between them. Sort of like a barrack.

"Hmm? Good at what?" Finn Dandridge asks easily, amusing himself with making eyes at the neckline of her scrubs.

Okay, it's more like he's trying to undress her with his eyes. What's bad is, it's working.

And she likes it.

"That smile. That: 'let me take you to the Casaba' smile." Meredith takes another deep sip of coffee, trying not to smile over its rim. Instead, she tries to frown and fails. "I don't even know where the Casaba is."

"And, since I'm such a terrible sex fiend, I do." Finn leans deeper across the table to toy with a strand of Meredith's golden hair. "So how 'bout? Casaba? Sound good to you?" He gives her another one of those grins she's realized are not practiced or rehearsed, but a natural part of his personality.

Calm down. Remember. Knitting.

It is tucked into her pocket in her white coat, the needles jabbing at her thigh. It's like a ticking reminder. No sex. No sex. No sex.

"Sorry. I'm an intern. We don't have time for Casabas. That and I'm celibate. You might remember."

"Oh, right. The knitting thing." Finn retreats but Meredith feels that his pressure hasn't left. And, really, it hasn't left since he first smiled at her. "You know, when a pretty woman like you gives up sex for knitting, the world is very close to ending."

She is not smiling. Meredith tells herself that.

But, of course, she is.

"Listen, sex hasn't had the best effect on me. Taking a break is a good thing." Grasping for straws, she rips out her knitting needles and pathetic looking sweater. "Look at this! That's dedication. I'm dedicated."

Finn frowns at it, picking at one of the large holes in the yarn's material. "What is it again? A holey blanket?"

"It's a sweater!"

"Of course. I knew that. I was just testing you."

Meredith's lips twitch despite her best effort. "Look, I really like you—"

"That's good. I find it generally better for both parties all around if they like each when they have sex," Finn cuts in, keeping his amicable grin on his face.

"—but," she goes on, like he hasn't said anything all. "I'm serious about the no sex thing. We could be friends. We could try that. The friends thing is working out really well, actually."

The frown that is on his face is just as amused as his smile. He hands her back her knitting. "But I wanna be original. I don't want to do anything your total asshole boss—"

"Derek's not an asshole," she interrupts immediately. She wonders absently what made her tell him about her relationship with Derek Shepard. He was—and is—just so dammed charming that she found herself telling him everything before she could stop herself. "He's just… just…"

"…a total asshole," Finn suggests, taking her coffee and tossing it toward the trashcan. "Caffeine, not good for you. You're a doctor, you should know that."

"I like my caffeine," she snaps but she is enjoying herself entirely too much to actually be mad at him. It's hard to be pissed off at one Finn Dandridge. "You owe me another cup of coffee. And not the crap they give us here for free."

"Alright," Finn agrees with a nod. "We'll consider it a date."

"No. No date. You'll buy me coffee and bring it here, while I'm on call."

"You make it very hard to trap you into dating," Finn protests, spreading his palms flat against the smooth surface of the desk.

Sweet God… his muscles are rippling—rippling—underneath his shirt. Good thing she has given up sex. It could have gotten bad.

"I'm not complaining."

"Mere," Izzie Stevens says casually, flipping her golden locks behind her back. She greets Finn with a charming smile. "Doc Dandridge."

"Izzie, right? Funny, I make a habit of knowing beautiful woman." He glances back over at Meredith, his eyes aglow with humor. "See, Meredith? Look what you're doing to me. I don't even know your highly attractive friend's name."

Christina saunters in, clipboard in hand. She plops herself down into a seat beside Meredith, kicking up her sneakers and flipping through the files. She ignores all three of them.

Finn is never one to simply allow an introduction to go unanswered. "And you are?"

"So not interested."

When Finn bursts at laughing, Izzie adds, "Christina Yang. Don't mind her, the stick is permanently up her ass. No surgery can fix it. God knows we tried."

"Ah, just like my father. I'm sorry for your loss," he tells Meredith and Izzie. "She looks like could make a good, sarcastic friend."

"She is occasionally," Meredith puts in and notes that Christina's eyebrows have risen a fraction of an inch. She's just as interested as they are.

"Izzie," Finn addresses the surgeon. "I'm just trying to convince Meredith to go to the Casaba with me. But she claims she knits now instead of having sex. Tell me there's a loophole somewhere."

"Sorry," Izzie says as she digs around her pockets for her own, much prettier, sweater. "Me too."

"It is a sign of the apocalypse," Finn tells them mournfully and faces Christina. "How 'bout you? Are you 'no sex, no service', too?"

"I have brutally hot sex every night," Christina intones morbidly. "And he's a surgeon. Future chief of surgery."

"Well, how can I compete?" Finn turns and grins down at Meredith again. "Pity sex, then? I've just been shot down."

She thinks, for a moment, that Finn's grin should be illegal.

"Go before I call security for harassment," Meredith warns lightly. But she's joking and they both know it. There's a smile on her lips.

"Well, I don't like being arrested," Finn mutters mostly to himself and suddenly leans in toward Meredith again. "Just one question, this no sex thing, does that involve oral—"

"You didn't go there," Meredith says, flabbergasted, as Izzie lets out a giggle and Christina gives a barely noticeable snort from behind her chart.

"Okay. I didn't." He waves his hand as he turns. "See you later, Doctor Grey. I've got a feeling I'm going to come down with a bad cold really soon."

When he's walking away, Izzie leans in and whispers, "So what's his name? McHotty?"

Meredith shakes her head. "No. I've already decided. McJuicy."

"McJuicy?" Izzie crinkles her nose, glancing at Finn's retreating back. "I think McHotty's better. Or McHunky. Or McDrooly. Or—"

"Izzie?"

"Yeah?"

"Look at his ass."

"Oh." Izzie blows at a breath, shifting hair from her eyes. "I see. Yes, juicy. McJuicy." She holds two fingers in front of her face and pinches the air. "Very McJuicy."

"Well, I've got McHot-Surgeon. I win," Christina declares, slapping her chart shut and sitting up in her chair.

"You're not doing it right," Izzie points out calmly, smiling down at Christina. "It has to have a Mc, then an adjective, and then a –y at the end."

"Please. McHot-Surgeon."

"Fine, whatever. Don't play by the rules." Izzie grins and glances over at Meredith, who is grinning quite stupidly as well. "You didn't get to see that ass."

"Actually, I did," Christina puts in and causes both blonde women's eyes to fall on her. She shrugs. "I'm a surgeon. I have good eyes. And I had them on his ass the second he turned around. Duh."

"Juicy," Meredith mutters.

A grin, confident and ala Beverley Hills, flirts across Christina's face. "Oh yeah, juicy."

"Are you going to let him take you to the Casaba?" Izzie asks her and they both know the Casaba she's taking about is a bed and sea of blankets.

"I don't know," Meredith admits. She pats her knitting. "I'll decide when I'm done with my sweater."

Izzie rolls her eyes. "If that's what you want to call it." She walks away, grinning.

"Stop thinking about his ass," Christina snaps, thrusting her clipboard at her. "You're celibate. Go look at a disease or something."

Meredith grips the clipboard between her breasts and bursts out laughing.

notes: I bet you're wondering: hey, angst? I thought there was going to be angst. Well, there is. See, I just don't see Finn Dandridge very angst-filled. And I like him that way. We'll leave the moany-angsty-ness to people like Derek and Meredith and Addison, alright? Speaking of Addison, she's the main character next chapter. Haha. Her life sucks.