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NOTICE: I reworked this chapter a little bit so it's little more angsty, I'm changing the plot line to something more orignal, opposed the the quintessential season 3 fic, and the orignal version of this chap didn't fit so...enjoy!
Somewhere a Clock is Ticking
V: The Scientist
Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry,
You don't know how lovely you are.
I had to find you, tell you I need you,
Tell you I set you apart.
She smiled in spite of the emotionally endearing scene; guiltily adoring from afar the earnest set of his jaw and adorably childlike fall of dark hair that protruded impishly from beneath his disheveled scrub cap.
His exhale pattern was sound, chest falling in a lulling ebb of breath, shadowed circles ringing his tender eyes as he shifted absently in his slumber.
She could do nothing but admire the beautiful man that lie before her, standing with bated hesitation upon the surgical break room's threshold, fingers languidly caressing the outline of her parted lips.
She'd dare not wake him, not even beneath Dr. Bailey's vehement orders, the sight to endearing; his masculine frame slouched haphazardly within the abandoned armchair; knowing that nonetheless the past trying 24 hours had finally claimed their toll on his exhausted forum. Thankful in the slightest that those ethereal eyes that stole her breath and withered her soul where momentarily closed, allowing her to admire him without explanations if only for a while.
Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions,
Oh, lets go back to the start.
Running in circles, coming in tales,
Heads are a science apart.
Yet she found her hallowed reverie laconic, his eyes fluttering, dark lashes kissing tepid skin, breath a single acute exhalation.
"Meredith?" He groggily murmured; incredulity lining his face as his exhausted body erected itself within the absent armchair.
"Dr. Shepherd." She breathed in bated response, briefly contemplating turning on her heel and fleeing his onslaught of inevitable questions. "Dr. Bailey told me to come find you…" Her response was short and stammered, body writhing beneath his wanton gaze, fingers absently wringing the already mused fabric that sheathed her thighs.
"Dr. Shepherd?" Derek drew, brows furrowing in contempt of the formal address his floundering intern had coolly reeled from atop her tongue. "It was Derek last night?" He coyly attempted, drudging up bittersweet memories.
"Dr. Shepherd." She attempted once more, a vehement flush staining her pristine features. "Dr. Bailey needs you on a consult in the Pit." Her eyes narrowed, body fitfully recoiling against the adjacent door.
Nobody said it was easy,
It's such a shame for us to part.
Nobody said it was easy,
No-one ever said it would be this hard,
Oh take me back to the start.
"Meredith." Derek murmured, a slightly sullen idiom plaguing his handsome features. "We need to talk." He wooed, watching her eyes narrow in obvious abashment.
"Please, just don't say anything." She wordlessly pleaded, a soft, lilting sob irrevocably breaching her lips. "It's just…" She attempted, voice raw with wanton emotions, ineffectual fingers coiling soundlessly into irrefutable fists.
I was just guessing at numbers and figures,
Pulling your puzzles apart.
Questions of science, science and progress,
Do not speak as loud as my heart.
Her body was quaking, eye's lush with unshed tears stemming from emotions to long repressed. He could feel the terror, the inconceivable guilt of the sin they'd committed, through her gaze. She'd kept her distance, coolly fleeing his soul-weary attempts at reconciliation, her gaze averted, repressing his words once more, standing before him merely out of irresolvable duty. "Tonight…" He pressed, a sad, soft grin emanating his weary eyes. "In the clearing, overlooking the lake, I was going to bury Doc." He melancholy voiced, wordlessly beseeching her presence.
"So you can see the mist rising off the lake when you visit him." She murmured, the melancholy lull of her words broadening the bittersweet grin atop her lips.
And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me,
Oh and I rush to the start.
Running in circles, chasing tails,
And coming back as we are.
"So we can see the mist rising off the lake when we visit him." He tenderly assured, a stricken idiom plaguing his handsome features. Soul aching as he wistfully contemplated the meager intimacies they'd reserved only for the other, hallowed memories of watching the illusive steam whispering from atop the lake, blissfully content within the others arms. "Come." He airily concluded, humble gaze inciting long repressed emotions. "We don't have to talk if you don't want to. Just come. Be with me, for this, for Doc." He beseeched, underlying emotions playing havoc atop the tangible air, suppressing the room, the atmosphere quaint and intimate.
"Goodbye Derek." She murmured faintly, quavering from the moment, tangible regret prevalent within the listless draw of his name; the irrepressible finality of her allegiance asphyxiating beneath his wanton gaze.
"Goodbye Meredith." He dolefully exhaled, her name spilling from his tongue in a whispered reverence. Ethereal eyes seamlessly watching the artful lines of her body clamber from his gaze.
Im going back to the start.
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