Okay, here is my second chapter. It was fun to write.

Next chapter will be her going to her house to find Izzie of course, but someone else she hadn't quite expected. I bet you can guess who it is. Someone who starts with an A.

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Derek gave a half charming smile, her presence alone making him feel more alive. He stared at her shocked feature for a moment. He stared at the golden blond hair that caressed her shoulders, a lock falling peacefully over a glistening green eye. He made eye contact, his ocean blue gaze meeting her sea foam one. His body moved without his mind telling it too, but before he could reach her she was out the door.

What was he doing here? He wasn't supposed to be chief, or even in this hospital! Meredith fumed, but she couldn't help her weak knees as they felt like they were about to give out. What was she? A flustered high school girl. She couldn't get weak in the knees over a guy, especially Derek Shepherd. She had jumped that ship ages ago.

She turned on her heels, quickly walking back out the door that she had entered only moments ago. Rhonda stood up slightly at her desk as Meredith ran past, tears on the verge of beading down Meredith's face. She ran straight to the elevator, pressing the down button this time, one that she had also pressed millions of times.

With a ding and a small creak, the doors opened and Meredith stepped in, shoving her finger against the door close button as many times as she could. But of course she wasn't quick enough, Meredith Grey never was.

Derek shoved a leg and part of his upper torso into the elevator as the doors began to close, forcing them to open. He looked at her face and his own finger pressed the door close button. Tears were streaking down her face, making her green eyes stick out even more lustfully. He wanted her, he couldn't deny it. This was the moment he had waited for almost a year in time.

"Meredith." Was the only word he could muster.

"Derek, leave me alone, please." She said through her shaky voice. Her voice was weak, feeble. It made him want to pull her into him and suck her in, protect her.

He pulled the emergency stop button, the scene being all too familiar. The last time they had been trapped in this elevator together was after their one-night stand. She dropped her files, shoved him against the wall and hungrily kissed him with passion. Though it only lasted for seconds, the memory was quickly growing as his favorite. He had lived of memories of her for the past year.

"I can't leave you alone Meredith, that's the problem." He finally yelled, almost too loud. He had pent up anger in him, lust that was just begging to get out. But he couldn't name it lust any longer, it was another L word. Love.

"Yes you can, it's easy. You walk away!" she yelled back, dropping her bag to the side. And he couldn't help himself, he had always thought she was cutest when she was mad. She was bossy, it kept him in line.

Meredith breathed in and out heavily. She didn't need to see him now. She had left him to help him. Her mother had died, her father had hated her, and she felt as if she was drowning Derek in her own sorrow. She couldn't put him through misery. So she packed her bags and stumbled into the nearest taxi, Derek chasing after her. She thought she had been doing a favor for the person she loved most. She didn't deserve him. And when she felt that the coast of Seattle Grace was clear, she meandered back to it to find a horrific Derek with sunken eyes.

Meredith's breathing steadied. Her heart stopped racing, slightly. But her knees were still buckling at the sight of him, damn him for having that effect on her. She ran a hand mercilessly back through her hair then once again returned her gaze to him and his broken man persona. She let out a small cry and strode forward, once again shoving him against the wall and forcing himself upon him, her soft lips meeting his with angst and hunger.

She slid her hand behind his neck as his own slid around her waist, their mouth meeting with love and mix of lust.

He had waited a year for this, and he wasn't about to turn it away. She fit into his strong arms perfectly, her thin figure fitting into all his kinks and crooks. He flipped her around so that she was against the wall, he pulled away for a moment to look at her. The mix running down her face contained exhaustion, deprivation, lust, love, sorrow, and excitement. He couldn't help but muster a small laugh as he gently thrust his mouth back upon hers.

She had seemed so upset to see him, but had she secretly been lusting over him? Of course she had, her face showed it. He knew it. He knew that she still loved him no matter how much she denied it or hurt him.

Meredith opened her eyes enough to realize what she was doing. She was dragging him down again and no matter how much force it took for her to pull away, she did. Physically drained and angry at her body and heart for acting so irrationally, she pushed in the emergency stopped button and grabbed her bag as the door open. She stole one last glance at his face as it hurt and pined after her. She stepped back in for a second and with all the strength she could muster the pointed her index finger from him to her.

"This cannot happen again. For my sake, and yours." She said, her voice cracking as her heart wept.