Title: A Little Something About Forever

Author: Sara and Lizzie

Rating: T for language, and sex

Disclaimer: We don't own Grey's.

Summary: Three years ago, Derek moves to New York with Addison. He finally decides to leave her upon hearing that Meredith is getting married

Author's Note: We're slaves to your opinions, and we need reviews. Ok. It's been a while. But we were in Rome, then Cannes, then the hamptons, but now that we're vacation free, at least for a week or so, we'll be updating this, "Sound and Fury" and "The Best Laid Plans". We went in a different direction for Meredith's fiancée- Finn is wonderful, but that's a little tired by now. Anyway, REVIEW or we'll kill ourselves.

"I'm finding my way back to you, and everything I used to be." – Michelle Branch

Derek plopped down on a bar stool next to Burke later that night. "So who the hell is this guy?"

"Hello to you too, Derek." Burke said with a smile. Derek grinned and clapped his friend on the back.

"It's good to be home Preston," He said. "It's good to be home."

Burke smiled and signaled to the bartender to get a beer for Derek. "You're going to need this." Burke told him as the bartender set the glass in front of him. "And a few more after that. Paul Willams, of the banking company."

Derek raised his eyebrows. "I'm changing brokers."

Burke nodded, knowingly. "Very rich. Very charming and very slick."

"How'd they meet?"

"He was admitted to the hospital."

"With what?"

"No one knows. He left before we could diagnose him and then had his medical files sealed."

"And she's going to marry him?"

"Christina told me he's going to make her move to Los Angeles."

Derek's jaw set rigidly. There was no way he could let that happen.

Meredith was sitting on a bed in the hallway across from the vending machines, only this time, she was alone. As an intern, not much had changed. It was still the five of them, however dysfunctional that five may be. They only had two years left. Then who knew what would happen?

She had the five of them, but right now she was alone.

"I won't say I told you so." Came Dr. Bailey's voice from down the hall.

"You told me so?"

"Grey, of course I told you so. When I found the two of you getting busy in his car your first year? I told you Derek Shepherd would only come back to bite you in the ass."

"You heard."

"Honey, he's been reinstated to his former position. Everybody's heard."

"What the hell is this, Miranda?"

"He loves you. Truth be told, I think he always has. And don't call me Miranda."

"Fair enough. But why now? Why three years later?"

"I heard that he was leaving Addison. Going off to find himself. Then he heard that the love of his life was getting married, and he found himself rather quickly."

Meredith smiled in spite of herself. "What do you think?"

Bailey shook her head. "It's your life, Grey. You've got to make your own decisions."

"I was afraid of that."

The next day, Meredith woke up in a haze. Two days ago she had been completely sure of what she was doing and where she was going. Now, nothing made sense.

"The best way to do this is to pretend its all normal, right?" she asked Izzie on their way to the hospital.

Izzie looked at her like she was crazy. "This is anything but normal. Meredith, things happened. People got hurt. Now you're faced with a choice."

"Derek had this choice twice, Iz. Time number one, he picked Addison. Then he had sex with me, told me he loved me, which brought us to time number two where he picked Addison, only that time, he packed up and moved across the country."

Izzie looked at her for a long time. "You want to know the truth Mere? Shit happens. And shit happened here. You've just got to figure out what you want."

Two pairs of gloves came off of two hands and went into the same trash can. Meredith and Derek locked eyes, both riding the same surgical high. They had just successfully removed a bullet from some guy's brain.

Meredith watched Derek clean up from the surgery. His eyes were still deep; he still had that perfectly structured face under a mop of hair she wanted to touch.

Derek watched Meredith, who was obviously thinking. Her eyes were a little duller than he remembered, but they still sparkled when she was surprised or happy. Her face was still soft, but sexy as hell. Her bangs still hung in her face, and he still wanted her in the worst way.

Meredith was looking at him, feeling the way she felt whenever she looked at Derek. Drawn in, vulnerable, and fully in love. She tried to shake it off. She was engaged and that was not going to happen. No more kissing, no more touching, nothing.

"You're all right?" The voice asked, chiming over the air waves.

"I'm okay." He replied. "She's engaged." He said incredulously.

She didn't know what to say. It was very strange talking to your husband about the woman he loved more than he loved you. "Who is it?"

"Paul Williams. He's a British banker. Just left for London actually."

Three thousand miles away, Addison's eyes narrowed. "Derek, I know that name."

"It's not too uncommon is it?"

"No, I mean I know who you're talking about. I've crossed paths with him somehow, I'm sure of it."

"Where?"

"I'll figure it out." She promised. "Derek, good luck, okay?"

"Thank you." He whispered. "Thanks a lot." They hung up the phone. Derek sat in the hospital, glad to be working, glad to have a focus, a goal, but also feeling wary. For the first time since he had packed his things in their living room, he felt doubt.

What if she stayed with this guy? What if she wouldn't take him back? He was in a hospital full of people, but Derek couldn't have felt more alone.

Addison crossed the street briskly, and walked into the bar of the St. Regis. She saw him immediately, and sucked in a breath. She marched over tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hi Mark."

"Addie." He breathed. Neither one of them knew how to act. Mark wanted to kiss her, but it was all so new. She hugged him tightly, but tentatively. He smiled at her and gestured for her to sit down. She sat down, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a vaguely familiar face.

She studied him intently. "Someone you know?" Mark asked.

"Jesus." Addison whispered. "That's Paul Williams. That's the guy that Meredith is engaged to."

"Fifty says she has sex with him in forty eight hours or less."

"Christina, she just started a forty eight hour shift."

Christina shrugged at George and winked at Burke.

"Ew." George said.

"Seventy five says she stays with Johnny English." Alex chimed in.

Izzie snorted. "Honey, please. This is not a clear cut win for Paul. A hundred says there's a huge showdown."

Burke rolled his eyes at all of them. "People, please. I know these bets are what you do, but let's leave them to their own devices." He left the on call room, with a folder in his hand, and Alex rolled his eyes at Christina, as if she were responsible.

Before anyone could say anything, Burke's head popped back in the room.

"I put two hundred on Derek."