Okay, to answer all of your questions:
YES, this fic will be LEXZIE. This is, if you go on ABC boards, the president of MAD, pink. Of course it will be lexzie, I love them.
YES it is MerDer. Love them too.
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Alex awoke the next morning, his arms still around a peacefully sleeping Izzie. The night before, he had held her as she had cried herself to sleep. Alex hated seeing her, Isobel Stevens, the woman he loved, like this. He hated seeing her so broken. Alex wrapped his arms tighter around Izzie as she began to stir. Izzie turned slightly, so she was facing him.
"Morning." He whispered gently.
She smiled, for a second, completely forgetting the events that had occurred the previous night. And then her face fell as the haunting memories returned. "Aren't you supposed to be at the hospital?" Izzie asked, her eyes filling up with tears once again, her voice shaky.
"Normally yes, but I have the day off today. You trying to get rid of me?" Alex grinned, in an attempt to get Izzie to smile back at him. Happy and perky, as she usually was.
"No just…wondering." Her stomach growled, She hadn't eaten anything since before the prom. Since before…she didn't want to think about Denny right now, she couldn't deal with that quite yet. So she focused on Alex. "Could you get me something to eat?"
Alex grabbed a pad of paper and a pen from the nightstand. For all he knew, this could be a damn long list of sympathy foods. "What do you want?"
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George's hands were practically glued to the steering wheel. It felt as though if he tightened his grip any more, his arms would fall off. He glanced at Meredith, who was sitting in the seat on the passenger's side, and then back at Cristina, who had slept on their couch the night before.
"George, lighten up before you get us all killed." Cristina said from the backseat.
"Sorry." George muttered, loosening his grip on the steering wheel slightly.
When they were about five minutes away from the hospital, Meredith's cell phone started ringing.
"Hello? Meredith sighed as she flipped open her phone.
It was Finn. "Hey! Where were you last night?" She had dreaded this conversation for a while now, but it had been bound to come up eventually.
"Long story. I'll tell you all about it later. I'll stop by your place around 6 okay? Bye." She didn't wait for a response, but hung up quickly to avoid any further interrogation.
"Gonna break it off with McVet?" Cristina asked.
"Do I really have a choice?"
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Meredith stood at the nurses station, looking over charts of patients she had rounded on. Derek walked quickly up to her, so there was less of a chance she could slip away before he could get to her. "We need to talk." He repeated the same words Addison had said to him, right before the argument that had ended in her leaving, after signing the divorce papers. He had signed an brought them to an attorney that morning.
"Now?" Meredith asked. She looked around at all of the people in the hallway.
"Well, not here." Derek grabbed Meredith by the wrist and they made their way down the hall, towards the elevators. He hit the button, and once the elevator arrived on the floor they stepped inside. Derek pulled the emergency stop button once the doors closed. This could take a while.
"What does this mean?" Derek asked. He seemed to like that question a lot lately.
"What do you want from me Derek? You chose Addison over me, and I was with Finn. So what do you want? You know what it means, it means we both cheated. We're both horrible people."
"Was?" Derek asked. "You said 'I was with Finn.'. Also, you should know, I divorced Addison. We're done."
Meredith sighed. Derek was expecting her to choose him now. "I'm going to break it off with him. It's not fair to either of us to keep building a relationship on a lie. It's not fair to lead him on when I'm in love with someone else. A decent person wouldn't do that." Meredith snapped icily.
"Right."
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At 6:15, Meredith pulled up in front of Finn's house. George had taken his car, which he had left behind when he went home with Izzie and Alex. Meredith didn't much like the idea of breaking up with Finn, and ruining all of his plans, but she had to do it. And it had to happen tonight.
Meredith trotted up the path and rang the doorbell. Fin answered immediately, almost as if he had been waiting by the door for her. He tried to kiss her on the cheek, but she stepped inside and turned to face him. "We need to talk." Meredith stated.
"Ah, the famous break-up words. What's the reason?"
"I haven't been fair to you Finn, and I'm not going to lie. I'm in love, Finn, with Derek. And you and your plans, it's more than I deserve. So this is goodbye. You're better off without someone like me. I'm just way too scary and damaged."
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Alex watched Izzie as she bustled around the kitchen, mixing ingredients, pouring batters into pans and rolling dough into balls and spreading them out on cookie sheets. And then sticking them into the oven. She knew all of the recipes be heart. He didn't dare speak, as he was too afraid he would upset her. And the last thing he wanted to do was upset the woman he loved. He had already done so too many times.
After two hours, Izzie had baked enough to feed an entire third world country.
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Meredith just drove. She didn't quite know where she was going, she just drove. Eventually, she ended up somewhere she was quite familiar with. Somewhere she had been many times before. But for some reason, it seemed different this time. More…empty. Addison and Derek were divorced now. Which was to Meredith, as she had predicted, quite relieving. And she knew what she wanted.
Meredith jogged up to the trailer and tapped on the door a few times. Derek came to the door a moment later. He looked surprised to see her there, as though he had half expected her to never want to see his face again. "Meredith? What are…I thought…Why…" he tripped over the words.
"Shut the hell up!" He anticipated her to start calling him every name she could think of. Instead, she totally stunned him, and kissed him square on the lips. They stumbled into the trailer, lips still locked. And after several minutes of heated, passionate kisses, they pulled apart.
"Meredith, do you…does this mean…are we back together?"
"Yes. I…I may not be able to control how I feel about you, but there's some things we need established. I left the good guy, the sage guy. I very much need a safe guy right now, which you really haven't shown to be in the past few months. So if you want to be part of my life, you have to be my safe guy. No more secrets, and no more lies. Because at the time being, you have lost my trust. And you're going to have to earn it back. You have to promise, promise me you'll never hurt me that way again. Never break my heart again."
Derek gazed directly into meredith's eyes and responded. "I, Derek Shepherd, promise to never hurt you, Meredith Grey, ever again. Unless I die, that's not my fault."
Meredith reached out and slapped him across the face. "Don't you ever say that! You see, that's part of the problem. You can't talk like that, think like that. Ever!"
"Alright." Derek wrapped his arms around Meredith, and they sat there on that bench for a while. Until they both got tired and went to lay down in bed. Under the warm covers, Derek slid his arms around Meredith's slender waist and held her close. And he wasn't ever letting her go again.
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Izzie's eyes fluttered open in the darkness. She could feel Alex's strong arms around her waist. And she felt safe. She was completely devastated over the death of Denny. The colors of the world seemed to have faded, the grass didn't seem quite as green. The goods she baked seemed to have lost their taste. She was broken, in the worst possible way.
But Alex was there. It felt good to have him there, to hold her while she cried each night. To take care of her. She needed a strong man who loved her, and that' s just what Alex was. She felt warmer when he was there with her.
She was heartbroken. And so she had dropped out of the program, in mourning. Her friends would giver her hell. And she wanted them to. She would go back, after a few weeks, she had reached this conclusion that morning. She would not tell a soul, she wanted support, and hell, she wanted them to give her hell.
She would not let this ruin her life. For one reason and one reason alone. Denny wouldn't want her to. He wouldn't want her to ruin herself grieving. And so she wouldn't let it ruin her. It was just something she had to do, for Denny.
Upon the request of his family, there was to be no funeral. He was just going to be cremated immediately. His ashes, they had decided, would go to Izzie. His fiancé, and the woman he had loved more than life itself.
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Goodnight.
Rose.
