A/N : I really don't know Finn all that well but he is involve in this awkward love-square. If you want to put it that way. But anyway, he's involve and I'm going to add in his point. And I really like Finn. Really. But I don't exactly know him so..this is going to be shorter than the rest.

Finn's POV

The moment I saw Derek and Meredith together, I could sense something had was going on between the both of them. They had brought Doc in once or twice, and the energy between them was almost visible. And Meredith, the other owner as Derek placed it, went back knitting straight after Ifirstintroduced myself to her. It was a strange reaction, definitely something I never encountered until the day I met her. But she's cute. And I saw the way she looked up at me and figured, maybe knitting is a way of distraction.

Then when she was back for Doc, I had to ask. And she confirmed that there was nothing going on between her and Derek. In fact, Derek Shepherd is married--which, I never knew. He failed to mention it. And Meredith started rambling. Another point I find completely adorable. And it was like on impulse, I asked her out on a date. And she stalled, and I smiled. And she started rambling, which caused me to stop whatever I was doing and lean by the side of the counter only to smile at her. She likes dogs, I heal animals, she heals people. We have alot in common. And I think she's cute, and attractive. She was the first woman that I felt such an attraction to ever since my wife passed away 5 years ago. As much as it surprised me when the question popped out from my mouth casually, I reasoned thatmy sudden attraction to her was the reason. Instinct, fate, whatever you call it.

She turned me down, saying that she was knitting, that she isn't dating. But that night when I had to birth a horse, she came right through the door without knocking, claiming that she dates--me. That is if I still want to date her. Why wouldn't I? I told her I had an errand to run, that I couldn't make it for a date tonight, and she says she runs errands. So well, since she wants to follow, why not? I got her all geared up, picked up my medical box and headed straight to the stable with the pregnant horse. She knows I'm a vet, and this is a time where I get to show off my skills to her--birthing a pony. I told her that she could stand back and watch because really, since when is childbirth all neat and tidy? But she stared at me, then declared that she wants to birth a horse.

Then Doc was sick again--Derek brought him in. I did some scans and procedures, only to find out that he has cancer. I tried to downplay the level of damage the pet is suffering from, only to keep her feelings in tact. She doesn't want to let him go, and she, as a doctor, knows that at that stage, any form of treatment would not help. Amputation, perhaps, but the best is still to put the animal to sleep. And she said it's not her only choice, that is was also Derek's dog, that he should have a say in this as well. Meredith birth horses, she's a doctor, a surgeon, she is compassionate, and wanting to prolong the life of a dog who is very sick is definitely not compassionate. She knows he's not going to make it, but she's still holding on to it. Then I asked her--what is she really holding on to? Is it really the dog, or is it something else? She couldn't answer me, and my suspicions about her and Derek started to grow. I prompted the question, but her pager beeped, and she hurried out of my house.

Derek is married. Derek has a wife--who is nice, and entertaining. Yes, Addison Shepherd is a gorgeous, intelligent lady. And I really like Meredith. I have plans. I thought it might freak her out when I confessed, but she didn't. She simply smile and say "You have plans.", and she wrap her arms around me as we danced. I smiled with relief. She didn't freak, and I have plans.

Seconds after holding her in my arms, she pushed away, it was like something in her suddenly changed. I asked if she was alright, and she rambled something about her not being able to breathe and that she needed some air, so I let her go. Moments later, I saw the red head with the red gown and made my way towards her. A conversation sparked off naturally. Derek Shepherd isn't with her, and Meredith said she needed some air. I tried to ignore the percentage of probability that the both of them may be together. Maybe, I figured, that they needed to take some time off after what happened to their dog.

Later, Derek returned, and there was no sigh of Meredith. A shorter, black woman made her way towards us, revealing the death of a patient. Next moment, a group of surgical interns walked by, Meredith included. I watch her go, worried that the death of her dog and the death of a patient might be too much for her to handle. Thankfully, Addison announced the end of the evening, walking off with the Chief of Surgery while Derek's eyes stayed glued to the view through the glass casing of the hospital. I made my way to Meredith, telling her that I would take her home, but at the same time, pondering over the idea of taking her somewhere to cheer her up. I expected her to follow me, but she didn't. When I turned around, she was standing by the stair way, her eyes drawn back to me quickly when she saw I stopped. Someone called out her name, causing her to turnaway.Then I turned, following where her gaze was lingering and saw Derek Shepherd. That moment I knew--there was something going on between the two. There might be a possible history. What it was I couldn't and didn't want to figure out right then. Derek is married to an amazing woman, and I really like Meredith. I figured Meredith's 'scary and damaged' may have something to do with Derek, but I don't really care. I like her for who she is, and I accepted her, scary and damaged or not. And I'm not going to allow Meredith to walk down the path of being scary and damaged again.

Derek turn around to face me slowly, and in his eyes, there was challenge, a dare for me to call out to the same woman he just called out to, a dare for me to try and persuade her to come to me because right now, Meredith is just standing there, her eyes shifting back and forth between the both of us. Although amused by the silent challenge set by a married man, I accepted it, turning to face Meredith again as I called out her name, louder, more sincere. And I waited, and I prayed while she was clearly weighing her choices, that she would turn around and take her first step to me, to our future that I've planned for. At the moment, there was only a single phrase in my mind--Choose me.