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Derek hadn't seen Meredith all next week waiting for her mother and for some reason, he was worried about her. He didn't like the look of her boyfriend. 'Maybe your just jealous.' He told himself. He could understand why he was always thinking about her. It was ridiculous. He was almost eight years older than her. She was still in high school!

As he though about Meredith, his pager went off. He looked at the number and didn't recognize it. He went to the OR front desk and dialled the number.

It rang once before someone answered on the other end. "Is this Derek?" A girls voice said.

"Umm, yeah?" He answered.

"Meredith was wondering if you could come meet us to stitch up her cheek and hand." She said matter-of-factly.

"What?" Derek said, stunned and worried. He heard some shuffling on the phone.

"Hey Derek? Its Meredith."

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine, just an accident, but I do think that I am going to need some stitches." Derek sucked in his breath. He hated how upset he was over an injured Meredith. "But I cant go to Seattle Grace because I don't want my mom to know. I was wondering if you could come and stitch me up."

"Are you kidding me? I could get into a lot of trouble if the hospital found out-"

"Please Derek," her voice got to him. She sounded scared, and even though she was probably with friends, she sounded alone. "I'm at my friend Izzie's house. It's not far."

"Give me the address." Derek sighed.

"Thank you." She whispered.

Once he had gotten the address from Meredith, Derek hung up the phone, breathing hard. His shift was over anyways so he quickly made his way to the ER where he grabbed all the supplies he would need to help Meredith.

He made his way back to the locker room and changed quickly. On his way out he noticed that Ellis Grey was caught up in an emergency surgery. One that could take awhile. He quickly left the hospital and headed to Izzie's house.

When he got there, there were three people waiting outside. One Chinese girl, and two guys. He got out of the car quickly, grabbing the bag full of supplies. "Are you Izzie?" He asked, walking up the front steps.

"No, Christina. This is George and Alex. Izzie is inside with Meredith. So, you're Dr. McDreamy huh?"

"I beg your pardon?" He asked.

"It's nothing." George said, "just a stupid name game the girls play. Meredith is inside." He led them all in to what seemed like the living room. They bypasses the kitchen on the way and Derek noticed some bloody towels in the sink.

When they got into the living room, he immediately saw her sitting on the couch with he guessed was Izzie. He went to her and knelt in front of her.

"Thanks for coming" she said, holding a bloody dishtowel over her head.

"No problem." He put his hand over hers and removed the towel from her head. She was definitely going to need stitches. "What happened?" He asked while examining her forehead.

"Nothing." She said.

"Why don't you go ask her boyfriend?" Christina said from the other side of the room, her arms crossed over her chest. From what Derek could see, this wasn't the first time it had happened.

"Christina, please don't do this." Meredith said. Derek was putting pressure on the wound, trying to clean it, listening intently. Meredith added, "you guys its getting late, you really don't have to stay, I'll be fine."

The three she was talking too looked disappointed in their friend. They said their goodbyes and left as Derek started stitching the wound. "Meredith?" Izzie said, "I'm going to head up to bed alright, you'll be ok?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Can I crash on your couch?"

"Sure, no problem. You know where the extra blankets are." And then Izzie went upstairs.

"You crash on Izzie's couch a lot?" Derek asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, never mind… So, your friend Christina called me McDreamy?"

"Oh god, did she really?" Derek nodded, tying the stitch up on her forehead. "I'm so embarrassed. It's just a stupid little game her and I play."

"So you think I'm dreamy?" Derek asked, taking off his medical gloves.

"You are getting way too much pleasure out of this." Meredith smiled.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Ok! So I think your dreamy. But in that dreamy, soap opera hottie kind of way you know?"

"Whatever you say Meredith."

"Derek, I have a boyfriend."

"A boyfriend that apparently beats the crap out of you." Derek stood up, collecting the stuff he had brought.

Meredith stood as well. "You don't even know Finn, and you have no right to make assumptions about my relationship or my life ok? You know nothing about me!"

Meredith's outburst didn't seem to phase Derek at all. "You're gonna need those stitches taken out in a week ok?"

"Finn just gets a little angry sometimes when I don't spend enough time with him, or if I'm talking to another guy or something." Meredith said.

"A little angry?"

"I should be so lucky to find someone who cares about me so much? He doesn't want me to get hurt. He wants to spend time with me. You know? He loves me."

"You deserve so much better Meredith." Derek mumbled, ignoring all that Meredith had said.

"I think you should leave Derek."

"Me too. Just know that you can come to me for anything ok? Those stitches need to come out in a week."

Meredith sighed, "ok."

END CHAPTER TWO