So, just to clarify, this is my favorite chapter, I don't know why, I just find it really cute, and I can totally picture some of this happening! Sorry for the delay between updates, my poor story "Crash into Me" has been severely neglected, but I promise, things will be back to normal soon! So without further ado, here's part 5. Oh, and PS, PRETTY PLEASE… READ AND REVIEW, I very kindly THANK YOU!

Disclaimer: see Part 1

-anatomycd

Part 5

After about five minutes of talking, Meredith finally heard Derek stir. "Oh crap, Cristina, I have to go!" With that, she slammed her phone shut. Derek grunted and rolled back over, presumably still asleep. Meredith crawled back into bed, and lifted Derek's arm so that she could slide back in to place. They seemed to fit together so well. All of a sudden, Derek leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and Meredith jumped. So he was awake. God, she hoped he hadn't heard her on the phone; that would have been extremely embarrassing.

"So, I really made your heart stop when I kissed you?" Meredith turned bright red. He had heard her on the phone. However, she was strangely relieved that he was accepting of her dorky conversation.

"Yes, well, you can't tell me you didn't feel the same thing." Meredith shot back.

"Ok, you definitely caught me. Now, let's just pick up where we left off." Derek began to roll over, but Meredith stopped him, reminding him of her early rounds, and there was also the dilemma of how she could sneak him out of the house.

"Ahh, I just can't. And please stop talking so loud, major hangover. Did I even drink that much?"

Derek laughed. "Well as far as wine goes, you aren't a cheap date. However, I suppose we should get going to work. Let's go downstairs, do you have anything we can cook for breakfast?"

Meredith, scared that Izzie and George were still downstairs, told Derek just to begin getting ready and she would go start breakfast. This, of course, was a huge lie because fixing cereal and offering people gum were her most complicated cooking skills. When she got downstairs, she saw that Izzie and George were still at the house, but looked as if they were on their way out of the door. Izzie was smiling but George looked unhappy and a little angry. Meredith finally decided to speak up, knowing the silence could not last for much longer. "So, are you two on your way to the hospital?"

George mumbled, "Of course, it's all we have time for, unlike some other interns."

Meredith tried to play it off; she had expected some unhappiness from her roommates. She and Derek were not exactly quiet in bed. Ok, so they were horribly loud. "Umm, sorry if I kept you guys up last night, I umm, didn't umm... You know what, I'm just sorry. Sorry." She was mumbling badly, it must have been the hangover. She figured that would have to be a good enough excuse, as she had no idea what else to say.

Thankfully, Izzie and George then scooted out of the door, not really wanting to be around Meredith. She was relieved, and yelled to Derek to come on downstairs for breakfast. He began to make his way down the stairs and kissed Meredith when he reached the bottom. As Meredith began to lean in to the kiss, she heard the doorbell again. Damn doorbell. It made an absolutely atrocious sound. She reluctantly began to move towards the door when the doorbell ringing turned to violent knocking. She opened the door, surprised to see George standing there. "Meredith, your boyfriend or whoever the hell he is…well his car is blocking Izzie and me in. Can you get the guy to move his car?"

Meredith began to answer, not knowing what might come out of her mouth, when Derek came running up behind her with his keys. "No problem, I'll move it." Derek smiled, obviously having no idea that her roommates did not know about the two of them and not knowing what a problem this could be. George looked at Meredith and then at Derek with a look on his face extreme confusion. He just turned around and followed Derek out. Meredith buried her head in her hands. A relationship with Derek was not proving to work in her favor.

When Derek came back in the house, Meredith was pacing, trying to make some sense out of the entire situation. "Izzie said for me to tell you that you needed to stop feeding the beast and get your ass in to work, and then she added a 'sir' but I think that was for me. Meredith, does she mean what I think she means by 'feeding the beast'?"

Meredith was panicking. This entire situation was bad, first Bailey, now Izzie and George. The whole hospital was going to know about this by the end of the day. Meredith didn't know what to say. "Crap, crap, crap." Where could they go from here?

Derek sighed, "They didn't know about us did they, and I just royally screwed that up. Things are getting complicated."

"Work is going to be hell, Derek. Everyone is going to find out about us and we're never going to get a chance to have a relationship because everyone will know and judge us and I'll be punished for it. I don't want to mess things up and I don't want to get hurt." She was getting hysterical.

Derek came over and put his arm around her. He kissed her on the forehead. "It will work out. I know it will, so don't worry. Now we should probably get to work."

Meredith looked back at him, thankful for his comforting words. "I know, we have to go, but I'm not ready to let go."

They hurried back upstairs and finished getting ready for work. Down in the kitchen, Derek found an apple that looked good enough for breakfast. Meredith heated up an old grilled cheese she found in the refrigerator. Derek laughed at her, and Meredith smiled back. They finally grabbed their bags and headed out the door when Meredith stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh my God, Derek, I left my car at the hospital. We're going to have to ride together. Could this get any worse? People will see us riding together."

Derek grinned, "Well I might just have an idea for getting there separately. We have a half hour before we have to be at the hospital. Get in the car; I want to take you somewhere."