A short one, I think you guys can handle it!
Meredith walked slowly, in her drunken manner to her blue Jeep Cherokee. She fumbled slowly through her purse, looking for her keys. 'Why was he looking at me like that?' Meredith thought, 'He was actually looking at me like that! Like I was some horrible bimbo who ruined his life. Well, I didn't ruin his, he ruinedmine'. Once she had reached them, she fumbled once agin to actually get them into the car. Ok, why do I even care? He's an ass. A lying, cheating, good-for-nothing ass. He doesn't deserve anything but hatred!'
She finally fit the right key into the whole, after making a million scratches on the door of her jeep. "Ass." Slowly, she climbed into her car, and putting it into reverse, she began to drive home. The whole ride, all that Meredith could think about was Derek-- what he had said to her, the way he was acting toward her, and most importantly, the way he was looking at her. She stopped at a red light, placing her head in the steering wheel, "He's just a stupid ass, thats all," she chanted to herself quietly. 'A very sexy, amazing, intelligent, and successful ass... No! Meredith, snap out of it! He's married...He's an ass...' She turned the radio up, hoping that she would be able to drown out her own, uncontrollable thoughts of Derek. Taking a deep breath, she gently hit her head repeatedly on her steering wheel.
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Derek Threw on last dart, looking over once again, hoping to find Meredith staring straight at him. To his surprise, she was no longer sitting at the bar with the rest of the interns. Burke raised out of his seat, waiting for Derek to throw his last dart. "Come on Derek, we don't have all night." Burke insisted.
Derek looked at him as to say 'right' amd turned back to the board, but he couldn't throw it. He had lost all motivation to throw it. He wasn't winning. He wanted Meredith to be there, to see the resentment he was feeling toward her, and to show her how much pain and anger she had caused him. "Derek," Burke repeated.
"Right, sorry," Derek apologized in a soft voice. He looked back at the board to concentrate, which he was finding was unbelievably hard to do while Meredith was on the mind. He threw the dart, again with all of his strength. As he expected, the dart was far from the bullseye, in fact, Derek hadn't even hit the dartboard at all. He sighed heeavily, looking back at the almost confused looking Burke.
"That's been your worst throw all night!" Burk said, half smiling, "I'll beat that easily."
"Hmmm, good luck with that," Derek had already been slowly pulling his jacket over his arm. He glanced outside quickly, 'Great, it's raining'. He turned back to Burke, who had continue to throw his darts accurately and precisely at the board. His glance slowly shifted to Cristina, who was looking angrily straight at Burke. 'His motivation is Cristina,' Derek thought, glancing back and forth from either member of the couple, 'He still has his motivation.' He placed his payment on the table, next to Burke, knowing Burke would pay the rest. He picked up his things, before heading towards the door to leave.
"Hey...errrrm, Dr. Derek? No Shepherd!" Derek slowly turned around to find a drunken Izzie stubling towarrd him. "You know I reeeealy hate you right now!" This made Derek smile a little bit, he knew she was reffering to Meredith. "But you know what? Screw it! I love you right now because there is no way in hell that I am riding home between those two!" Izzie said pointing to Georga and Caliie, "Please, please, I beg you! And, I never beg!!"
Derek smiled again, looking down at Izzie, "Alright, but just this-" He was cut off by his pager, 'once, for Meredith.' He thought, finishing his sentence in his head as he looked down at his pager. "911,"He said softly under his voice.