I DO NOT OWN GREY'S ANATOMY, I wish I did!
Meredith had a rough night. She was tired of not being able to sleep. It was getting to her. After she laid down, she felt okay. She wasn't nauseous, she wasn't feeling bad. She just couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned. She was going to hate life in the morning. She couldn't help but think of what had happened. I just don't get it. Why do I care? I care because she's my mom. Even if she isn't a great one. She could be. She could be great. We were on our way, and now what? Now she is leaving with Richard. Now she won't be there when I need her. Now I won't have a shoulder to cry on. What am I saying, I haven't cried on her shoulder. I have Lynn, but she is in New York. I have Derek. Derek, whom I have been treating like crap lately. I don't know what's wrong with me? I'm just so pissed. I feel like crap. So I can talk to Derek, right? No. Derek's not a woman, he is not my mom. Izzie is too nice, Cristina is rude. My mom is rude, but she's changed. I saw that in Italy. She has really changed. Now she is going to live happily ever after with Richard Webber. She'll probably forget that she even has a daughter. Nope. Sleep wasn't coming. She decided to take a bath. Maybe the hot water would calm her nerves. She went in the master bath and started the water, praying she wouldn't wake Derek up. He didn't deserve to be sleepless too. The warm water did soothe her, but it did not stop her brain from going on total overload. She closed her eyes and laid back. Maybe it would all just go away, like water down the drain. Derek walks in quietly.
Derek: You could just talk to her.
Meredith: Go back to bed. I'm relaxing.
Derek: You are not. You are tense as hell. I can see the stress on your face.
Meredith: So now I look like crap?
Derek: No, you look radiant. But I would not kill you, to just tell her.
Meredith: So I can guilt her into staying. That is wrong. I hate guilt trips.
Derek: You need to get it off your chest, at least let her know you care.
Meredith: Why do you have to be right?
Derek: I just do. So, you are going to talk to her?
Meredith: I never said that...
Derek: (Moans.) You are a challenge, to say the least! So, are you coming to bed?
Meredith: In a while. Goodnight.
Derek: Goodnight. (He leans over the tub and kisses her. She picks up the phone and dials.)
Ellis: Hello?
Meredith: Mommy.
Ellis: (Sits up.) Meredith. Are you okay? What's wrong?
Meredith: I love you. I just wanted to call and tell you that.
Ellis: I love you too, dear.
Meredith: I'm sorry I woke you up. Goodnight.
Ellis: I'm glad you did. Goodnight.
Meredith hung the phone up and smiled. She put her head under water and came up. She didn't want her mom to go. She wasn't ready for that. She just got her back in her life. She didn't want to give her up now. She was going to tell her that. Derek was right. She needed to stop worrying about everyone else, and start worrying about herself. She ran back into their room and crawled under the covers. Derek spooned up against her.
Derek: Are you naked?
Meredith: Maybe I am.
Derek: You can't do that. Come to bed naked, and close your eyes. Planning to sleep.
Meredith: Oh...You're not tired? (She said innocently.)
Derek: Not that tired. (He rolls on top of her. She laughs.)
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Derek woke up to an unfamiliar sound. Not a good sound. It was a bad sound. He jumped up and ran into the bathroom, only to see the love of his life vomiting into the toilet. He bent down on one knee and held her hair back. She looked terrible. She was pale, and clammy. Her hair was a mess, and had vomit in it. This is not what he wanted to see. She stopped, and sat down on the floor.
Meredith: (With a broken smile.) I would have at least liked to enjoy a bottle of tequila for this.
Derek: Maybe you should take the day off. You need to rest. You didn't sleep last night.
Meredith: I'm okay. I need to work. I can work with the flu. People do it all the time.
Derek: Yes-they do, but not my wife. I want you to rest. Now get back to bed.
Meredith: I am fine. I need to work. Besides, did you not see the vomit in my hair?
Derek: Shower first. But, you are staying home, and I am staying with you!
Meredith: Fine, I'll stay home! But you are not staying. You are going to work. You don't want to be here, and I don't want you to get sick.
Derek: But--
Meredith: No.
Derek: Me being here will not make me sick. If I'm going to get sick I will. You were all over me last night, I think sharing bodily fluids--
Meredith: Second of all never say 'bodily fluids' again. It sounds gross. And B you are going to work.
Derek: Fine. But generally it's either A and B, or one and two. Not one and B.
Meredith: (Smacks him.) Shut up, and get to work.
Derek: I would ask you to join me, but you're kind of...gross.
Meredith: Thanks, Ass. (He gets in the shower. She runs to the other bathroom and takes one. She goes back to their room, throws on her clothes and lays down in their bed, pulling the covers up to her neck. Derek walks in a kisses her goodbye.) You better hurry, you have surgery.
Derek: Are you sure you're okay?
Meredith: Yes--now go! (She hears the door shut and runs to the window, fully dressed for work, watching him drive away.) Ha!
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Meredith spots Derek's car three cars ahead of hers. She can't be spotted. She isn't sure how she'll do it, but she is working. There is no way that she could stay home. Meredith parks far away from Derek and rushes upstairs to the locker room.
Meredith: I am not here!
George: Yes you are...
Cristina: You are such and idiot, Bambi! She is not here.
Izzie: Why aren't you here?
Meredith: I was sick this morning and Derek was being all weird. He wanted me to stay home. To make a long story short, I am not really here today. Especially if you see him.
Alex: Hiding from McDreamy? That's a change. So, what are you going to do for me?
Meredith: I am being serious.
Izzie: Okay, so you aren't here. So, lunch in the basement?
Meredith: Yeah. I just hope I don't get assigned to him today. He doesn't know I'm here, so that shouldn't be a problem.
Cristina: Well, you look fine.
Meredith: It just hits me, all of a sudden.
George: So you aren't here if he asks.
Meredith: George! He won't ask. Just don't bring me up.
George: I am not a good lair.
Izzie: Let's hope he doesn't get assigned to Derek.
Meredith: Oh God! (She runs and vomits in the trash.)
Alex: You okay?
Meredith: Yeah... (Bailey walks in.)
Bailey: Okay, assignments. Someone needs to go to the pit...
Meredith: I will! (She did not want to get assigned to Derek.)
Bailey: Okay. (She runs out.) Damn fool. I was going to give her to Shepherd. (She mutters.) Okay, George, you can have Dr. Shepherd since she wanted the pit so badly. Yang, you have Burke. Stevens and Karev, Montgomery-Sloan needs you. (All of the interns give George a look. George doesn't want to work with Dr. Shepherd. Now there is pressure. What if he slips? What if he screws it up. He slowly walks down the hall looking for Dr. Shepherd. Cristina passes him and gives him a look, making him more nervous.)
Derek: Dr. O'Malley! Are you assigned to me?
George: Yes.
Derek: Good. We have a Cervical Laminectomy scheduled. (George looks distracted.) O'Malley? Did you hear me?
George: Yes, do you need me to prep the patient?
Derek: That would be good.
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Meredith was happy to be working in the pit. It beat the hell out of being at home in bed. She was just hoping Dr. Bailey wouldn't pull her out and take her up to the surgical floor. So far, her plan was working perfectly. A patient came in with a large gash on his leg.
Meredith: So how did you do this?
Dave: It's stupid really. I was cutting with a saber saw, and I dropped it.
Meredith: How did it hit your leg?
Dave: (Nervously.) Well, um. I tried to kick it.
Meredith: (She laughs.) You tried to kick a running saw?
Dave: I thought I could catch it.
Meredith: With you leg? Either you are lying, or you are very stupid.
Dave: Excuse me?
Meredith: Spill it.
Dave: You are hot. Did you know that? Hot.
Meredith: And you are avoiding. I should know, I am the avoiding master. So tell me...
Dave: Fine. I am a cheater. My wife caught me in bed with her sister.
Meredith: What does this have to do with anything?
Dave: She attacked me. With the saw.
Meredith: Oh my God! Um, I think we should call the police.
Dave: No. It was my fault, not hers. She wasn't really going to do it. She slipped on her sister's panties.
Meredith: Uh huh.
Dave: No, really. She is great. Wonderful. I screwed up. (He looks at her practically green face.) You look terrible. Are you okay?
Meredith: That cologne...Blah. I think it's the flu. (She vomits in the trash can.)
Dave: Oh great. So I stink, you stitch me up, and send me home with the flu?
Meredith: Pretty much.
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Derek and George are in the middle of the surgery. George has asked a ton of questions, just trying to keep Derek from saying anything about Meredith. So far it was working.
Derek: So George, how has Meredith been acting around you? Does she seem okay?
George: Meredith, no, I haven't seen her. I think she is at home. In bed. Shit!
Derek: That's not what I asked. She is at home in bed. (He looks at George.) Oh you have got to be kidding me. She came to work, didn't she? (The patient codes, Derek starts barking orders. They get her stabilized. Derek is now focused on the patient, and not on his question. They work on the patient and finally get done.) Dr. Davis, will you close? Thank you everyone. (George and Derek go in the scrub room.) Dr. O'Malley, follow the patient through recovery.
George: Okay. (He breaths a sigh of relief as he begins to exit.)
Derek: Hey George?
George: Crap. Yes?
Derek: Were is my wife?
George: Your wife? I don't know. Wives, they are everywhere. That's why I'm not married. All over, telling you what to do. Bossing you around. Yelling. Telling you to put the toilet seat down. Wash the dishes. Man. Wives. Your wife...
Derek: She's here isn't she?
George: (With a breath of defeat.) Yes.
Derek: (Laughs and shakes his head.) Damn her. Hey, O'Malley?
George: Yes?
Derek: You are a terrible liar. I bet she almost died when you were assigned to me. Go. Leave. I'm done with you. I didn't hear it from you.
George: Thank you, Sir. (He leaves.)
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Meredith lays down on a gurney in the basement. There is no way she could eat anything. Her nausea was horrible. She was tired, and achy. She had the flu, no question about it. She curls up into a ball, silently curing herself for coming to work.
Cristina: You look like crap! Are you running a fever? (She leans over.)
Meredith: Oh, God! You stink. (She vomits into the trash.)
Cristina: Holy crap.
Meredith: What?
Cristina: You are pregnant.
Meredith: I am not! Why would you say that? It's the flu!
Cristina: When is the nausea?
Meredith: All say. See, not morning sickness or whatever.
Cristina: It can be all day sickness. And you are running a fever.
Meredith: Flu!
Cristina: And sensitivity to smells...
Meredith: It's the flu.
Cristina: It's McBaby.
Meredith: I am not pregnant. I am on birth control. Not to mention, I have the FLU!
Cristina: Whatever. I am not watching the monster, or changing diapers.
Meredith: Good. You won't have to. (She rolls over an faces the wall. The other interns walk up with their trays.)
Alex: What's wrong with Thompson, I mean-Shepherd?
Cristina: Oh, she's--
Meredith: Got the flu! (She kicks Cristina.)
Cristina: That is exactly what I was going to say.
Izzie: Oh, that really sucks. (Meredith moans and closes her eyes. Derek walks up.)
Derek: You! Are a pain in the ass, Dr. Shepherd. (All of the interns just look away innocently.)
Meredith: Who told you? It was George? Right?
Derek: No. It wasn't, I just know things. What are you doing?
Meredith: I feel too bad to argue with you about this.
Derek: You need to rest. The flu is contagious. What about the other patients, and staff?
Cristina: I don't think you'll have to worry about her spreading it. (Meredith shoves her off the bed.)
Derek: (Looks over at her.) Anyway, I want you to go home.
Meredith: No.
Derek: Yes.
Meredith: No.
Derek: Mer- honey. (Cristina makes gagging sounds.)
Meredith: Derek, I am staying, now get out of here before I attack you with a saw. Which I might add, was an excellent idea. (They all look at her like she's crazy.) Now!
Derek: You win this time. (He walks away.)
Cristina: Hmm, irritable too... That's a sign of...
Meredith: THE FLU! (She yells. They all look at her and quickly leave.) Cristina is such a fool. I am most definitely not pregnant. There is no possible way. (Ellis walks up.)
Ellis: Meredith?
Meredith: Mom.
Ellis: Derek told me you were down here. Are you okay? You look really bad.
Meredith: It's the flu. And I haven't been sleeping well.
Ellis: Oh, dear. Is Derek taking care of you? Why are you here? I know the answer to that. I have done this a thousand times.
Meredith: He is driving me crazy. I just need to rest, be left alone.
Ellis: Oh. I can leave.
Meredith: No, it's okay.
Ellis: Otherwise, are you okay?
Meredith: Yeah, why.
Ellis: You called last night. At three in the morning. Just to tell me you loved me?
Meredith: Well, yeah. I shouldn't have. I know you were sleeping.
Ellis: It's not that. You never say that, and you called late. I worried all night. I worried that something was wrong, like you were saying goodbye. (Ellis tears up.)
Meredith: No, it wasn't like that. I just wanted you to know. I wasn't feeling good, I couldn't sleep. I needed my mother.
Ellis: Oh, Meredith. I love you. more than you'll ever know.
Meredith: (Starts to cry.) It's just that we were just getting there. And now--And now you are leaving.
Ellis: Oh, honey. That's what this is about?
Meredith: I need you.
Ellis: You do?
Meredith: Of course I do.
Ellis: I am not leaving forever.
Meredith: I know.
Ellis: We'll stay.
Meredith: No. You want to go. You should. You just have to come back.
Ellis: I will come back, I promise. (Her pager goes off.) I have to go. I love you, Mer.
Meredith: I love you too.
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Meredith was still nauseous all of the time. It had been a week. She was still vomiting. Derek was worried. Really worried. She looked bad. She looked weak, and pale. She was unable to keep her food down most of the time. She insisted that she was fine. He knew she wasn't. He didn't know what to do. He was a doctor for God's sake, he should be able to do something.
Cristina had taken to torturing Meredith. She was constantly whispering McBaby. Every time Meredith looked over at Cristina, she would pat or rub her belly. Meredith was getting so mad. She told Cristina if she did it again, she was firing her as her person. She knew it was the flu. It had to be the flu. It was just taking her forever to get over it. Izzie asked her why no one else had gotten it. She had no answer. It was a mutant strain. She had the flu. She did. Bailey was even wondering. She didn't really want someone so sick working. How did it look when she was vomiting in the patient's trash cans? Meredith insisted. She had the flu, and she was working.
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Derek got a page. He needed to go see the Chief. What on Earth could the Chief want? It is probably a high-profile case coming in. He briskly walked towards the Chief's office. He knocked on the door.
Richard: Come in.
Derek: You paged?
Richard: Yes, sit down. So how is everything? How is Meredith? I heard she is still sick.
Derek: She is. But of course she insists that she is fine.
Richard: Just like her mother. Well, I guess we should get down to business.
Derek: What's going on? (His face shows concern.)
Richard: Well, as you know, I am retiring.
Derek: Yes.
Richard: Someone needs to take my place as Chief. Derek, I want to pass the torch to you. I want you to be the Chief of Surgery at Seattle Grace.
Derek: What? (He is in shock.)
Richard: That is why you came to Seattle, right?
Derek: Well yes, of course. But--I have to decline.
Richard: What?! It is your dream.
Derek: Was. It was my dream. But now, I have Meredith. Meredith is my dream. We both now how demanding Chief is. I will not risk my marriage. She is too important to me.
Richard: Well, I have to say I am disappointed. Listen, I'll give you a week. Talk it over with Meredith.
Derek: I won't change my mind.
Richard: Fine, but you still have a week. I hope you change your mind.
Derek: See you later Richard.
Richard: Bye. (He rubbed his hands on his head. Derek was not supposed to do that.)
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Cristina: What do you want?
Meredith: I need you to bring me some Pepto Bismal or something. Derek is staying at the hospital. (Cristina moans.) I can do it, I guess. I'm afraid to drive. I feel horrible.
Cristina: Fine. I'll be there in like a half an hour.
Meredith: Thank you. (Meredith curled up in her bed and fell asleep. She didn't even hear Cristina come in.)
Cristina: (Whips the brown bag at her.) Here.
Meredith: Ouch! Thanks. (She opens the bag and pulls out a pregnancy test.) What the hell is this. I don't need this.
Cristina: I think you do.
Meredith: I don't.
Cristina: Fine. Prove me wrong.
Meredith: What?
Cristina: If you aren't pregnant, you can rub it in my face. Prove me wrong!
Meredith: Fine! (She goes in the bathroom, then comes out.) You are so going to be wrong. (She lays down. Cristina lays down with her. Meredith turns on the t.v. They watch for a while.)
Cristina: I'm sure it's ready by now.
Meredith: (Playing dumb.) What?
Cristina: Oh, come on! The test that you are going to fail. Go see. It's the moment of truth... (She goes in, and doesn't come back out.) Mer? (Meredith shakily picks up the stick, and reads it. She can't believe it. How can this be? She leans against the wall and slides down, tears in her eyes.) Meredith! (Cristina looks at her.) Oh, Mer. (She sits with her.)
Meredith: What am I going to do? Derek doesn't want kids. I'm an intern. I work one hundred hour weeks. Derek doesn't want kids. He doesn't want them...(Her voice trails off.)
Cristina: You could get rid of it.
Meredith: How can you say that? This baby is a part of us. I don't know how this happened.
Cristina: Well, when a man and a woman love--
Meredith: I know how, just not how.
Cristina: McDreamy will be happy. He loves you. Don't worry. Everything will be fine. You are having a McBaby.
Meredith: Yes, I guess I am. (Cristina helps her to her bed, they both lay down. Meredith lays her head on Cristina's shoulder.) You can't tell Derek. Not yet. He's not--I'm not ready. Not yet. Please don't. You're my person.
Cristina: I won't. I'm your person. I'll be right back.
Meredith: Where are you going?
Cristina: To get rid of that pregnancy test. (She jumps out of the bed.)
Meredith: How am I going to tell Derek?
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Okay, so, Mer is pregnant! YAY! She is afraid to tell Derek. She is sure he doesn't want kids. And Derek turned down the Chief, but will he change his mind? I mean really who doesn't want to be the boss? So on the show last night, I wouldn't have died if there would have been more Mer/Der. I wish they would have talked more about what happened to Mer. So...You can review now. Really! You can!