Okay so this is my newest update. Chapter three. It's kind of long, my longest so far at least. I'm pretty srue you can all see where this is going.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Grey's Anatomy or any of it's characters, although I would give up all the chocolates and sweets just to have Dempsey.

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Derek stood there, leaning against the elevator wall, dumbfounded. He was in a trance, or a very cruel nightmare. Every time he dreamed about her return, it was more extravagant. She would waltz into his office, knowing of him becoming the new chief. Then she would throw herself upon him and apologize profusely between kisses and express her grief and regret. They weren't meant to have their happily ever after weren't they?

Miranda Bailey stepped into the elevator with Derek and snapped her fingers a few time in front of his face.

"Hey, Hey! Chief of surgery my ass. Acting like a damn love struck teenager." She rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but second guess who the quickly passing figure had been. "Was that who I think it was?"

"Yes, it was Meredith." Derek frowned as she snapped and smirked slightly at her comparison of him and a teenager.

Meredith found herself once again standing in front of a familiar door, once again pondering why she was about to enter.

Nothing had changed, everything was the same. The seat swing on the front porch still sat there, and so did the flower pot beside it. Izzie had given up on her hope that Meredith could take care of it, and instead took care of it herself.

With a deep breath, Meredith wandered anxiously up the stairs and knocked loudly against the door. It was getting dark, they were probably sitting down to a family dinner. One that she wanted to be at. She heard footsteps moving lightly across the floor, and she also saw a familiar top of a blonde mane through the window in the door.

Meredith put on her biggest grin as the old oak door opened and gave a little wave as Isobel Stevens stood there, gaping at the presence before her. Meredith had left them, and Izzie certainly hadn't forgotten it. She hadn't forgotten the moping that George had done around the house before finally moving out with Callie, ahem, not one of George's most brilliant ideas in Izzies opinion.

"Hey Iz." Meredith said coolly, acting as if she had never left Seattle.

If only it could be that easy. Nothing was ever easy for Meredith Grey, and that was her thought at the exact moment that Izzie slammed the door in her face. That was certainly something she hadn't expected from the blonde, maybe from Christina, but definitely not Izzie. Meredith glared and sighed, not exactly in the mood for being shoved out of her own house.

A new round of thunderous tears formed in her eyes as the grey clouds above her began to rumble slightly, causing Meredith to curse her luck and fear of thunder and lightening.

"Damnit Izzie! Let me in." she yelled through the door, shivering at the feel of a raindrop against her neck. She pounded on the door with her fist, matching the loud sound of the thunder above her. She heard yelling from inside, but the reasonable voice was not coming from Izzie. It was coming from some guy, George maybe?

Yet again, Meredith had been wrong. The door finally opened to cease her knocking and a familiar and unexpected face appeared in it. Alex Karev shoved the door open enough for Meredith to enter under his arm. He gave a small glare at the fact he had been yelled at by his girlfriend just for Meredith. Meredith, the idiot intern who had accidentally thought of as a nurse on their first day.

"Alex?" Meredith asked in a confused tone as she padded into the house.

"Yeah, in the flesh. And thanks to you I'll probably be sleeping on the couch tonight. Somewhere that you should be." His cocky tone coming out in his voice.

"Wait, you and Izzie?" Meredith asked, trying to suppress the laughter that was practically yearning to escape her mouth.

"Do you have a problem with that Mer?" he asked, sounding slightly offended.

"N-no," she replied, but was slightly cut-off by the blonde she knew so well darting passed them and up the stairs. "You can't stay mad forever Iz." She yelled after her.

"Watch me." Izzie yelled back bitterly and she slammed her door shut.

Alex shrugged and looked back at Meredith, she looked hurt and damaged her thought. "She'll get over it." he mumbled quietly.

"Yeah, I hope so." Meredith nodded slightly. "My room still open and there for me?" she asked, looking up the stairs towards the door that had been slammed so many times for her and Derek.

"Yep, just the way you left it." He said, looking in the same direction, his eyes moving far off. "You really hurt everyone Meredith."

Meredith glared slightly, him being the last person she needed to lecture her. "I know, and I'm sorry. But now, I need to go to sleep in my own room."

"You know where it is." He said before stomping up the stairs to comfort Izzie.

Derek jumped in his car, knowing exactly where to find Meredith after his shift and after looking first at Joe's, her house. He knew that she needed to sleep somewhere. Derek pulled out of the parking lot and jumped on the freeway, his body on autopilot while his mind raced at a hundred miles an hour.

He found her house with ease, he could make the drive in his sleep. He remembered all the times that Meredith just wanted to sit outside with him, even when it was raining. Derek looked up at the rain, listening to the thunder, knowing how scared Meredith must be. He felt the need to protect her, and do so much more than protect her. He needed her just to live day to day.

Derek stepped out of his car and into the pouring rain, letting his love sick teenager side take over him. He picked up a few rocks, weighted them. He hadn't done some this stupid or adolescent in years. But he would do anything to get Meredith, she was the love of his life. As the lightening and thunder clapped above him, he chucked rocks in rhythm at Meredith's window, one that he had spent many hours looking out.

As she rocked back and forth on her bed trying to drum out the sound of the thunder, Meredith heard a noise. It wasn't a noise that she familiarized with, like thunder of lightening. It was new, and it was coming from somewhere in her room. Meredith frowned slightly and stood up, listening for the direction that the sound was coming from.

Finally it struck her. The window. Was a tree hitting it, or was it her imagination? Meredith wandered over, a confused look plastered to her face. Her heart leapt, her breath quickened, and she felt her knees buckle. He was there, in his jeans and jacket, probably freezing and starting to get a cold. Meredith shoved up the jammed window and barely stuck her head out.

"What are you doing?" she yelled down to him, jumping slightly at another clap of thunder.

"I'm here to be your knight in shining whatever, I'm here to talk." He said earnestly, his charming smile smacked across his face.

That smile was enough to make Meredith want to jump out the window and into his arms, riding of into the sunset for ever, even if there was no sunset.

"I don't need one, go home Derek." She said with a dry tone and she shoved her window closed again.

Derek sighed and slowly wandered back to his car, taking several seconds with each step. He couldn't let her go, he didn't want to, his heart and body wouldn't let him. She was his air, no matter how dark and twisty or bright and shiny she was. He wanted her with her mood swings and everything. His anger and want taking the best of him, Derek ran up the steps, slopping water every where with each step.

He pounded against the door, loud enough to wake the neighbors if any bothered to listen to them. He breathed heavily, clenching his fists slightly to get rid of his nerves.

Meredith opened the door quickly, at least quicker than Derek had expected and glared at him with a cold stare that seemed emotionless. Derek knew her better than that though.

"I don't want to go home. I want my girl in the bar, I want my bright and shiny and dark and twisty Meredith, I want you to keep me in line with your tiny ineffectual fist." He said, grabbing her with small force and pulling her into him, his chiseled chin resting on top of her head. "I want you, I love you. You are my oxygen, and everything I need to live."

Meredith tried her hardest to push him away, but with every push he increased the power of his hold on her. He was much stronger and she couldn't fight any longer. She collapsed into his arms finally, her head fitting perfectly between his neck and shoulder, sobbing ever so lightly.

"Derek," she cried quietly, but enough for him to hear. "Why are you putting yourself and me through this?" she gripped his jacket with her tiny fists and let him guide them over to the swing on her porch.

Memories laid on this swing, some great and some sad. Neither he nor she wanted to remember anymore. He just wanted to live in that moment, holding her as she cried and thought about everything she could do or what had happened. It wasn't his ideal reunion, but he was still holding her.

And he was her knight in shining whatever.