Not my best update, but Meredith needed to be strong and Derek needed to take care of her and be cocky, and I had to introduce Christina.

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And I'd give up forever to touch you.

Cause I know that you'd feel me somehow.

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be.

And I don't want to go home right now.

Meredith slid back against the cream colored hospital wall of Boston Mercy. Her first month or two hadn't exactly been heaven. She had managed to pull of some major surgeries, but every time she went to any hospital or any hospital area, she was flooded with memories. Her back slid down the wall until she was sitting on the cold tile floor, her knees bent and her hands resting delicately over them.

And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life.
Cause sooner or later its over
I just don't want to miss you tonight.

"Doctor Grey," a husky voice mumbled as a pair of mint green scrubs appeared next to her. "How are you?" he asked in a nonchalant tone.

"I'm fine." She muttered quietly, looking up at Doctor Stanley, his empty brown eyes staring down at her.

And I don't want the world to see me,
Cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am

"Good, so you'll accompany me to the bar tonight for a quick drink?" he asked, a crooked smirk appearing on his face.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming.
Or the moment of truth in your lies.
When everything feels like the movies,
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive.

Meredith had two choices, she could go and pretend like she was having a good time, or she could admit it to herself that dating someone right now wasn't the best plan. She was in love with Derek, any other man would hurt her.

And I don't want the world to see me,
Cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.

"You know what, I'm actually busy." She said with a lopsided grin as she pushed pass him, the man left with his mouth agape. To his knowledge, no one had ever rejected him.

And I don't want the world to see me,
Cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am.

It wasn't time for her to go home to Seattle, she wasn't ripe enough, and it still hurt too much. But Meredith wasn't to sure about how much longer she could stay away. She just hoped that when she did go back, Derek wasn't there still waiting.

They laid still for another half hour or so. Derek didn't dare move, the moment was too precious. He had waited much to long for this, for her to fit her slender form back into his strong physique. He felt her breathing steady, her small torso moving in and out in rhythmic beats. Meredith was asleep, in his arms, much like the last night they had been together. She was even wearing the same ratty old Dartmouth t-shirt. The one he loved.

With no effort and one easy swoop, Derek was standing up with Meredith in his arms, struggling to turn the handle on the door. The door slid open with ease, but still creaked slightly at the force of his push. He wandered up the stairs that had been stumbled upon many times as he and Meredith wandered in after one to many shots of tequila, and the memories flowed through his mind until he reached her bedroom.

His face fell slightly as he saw the bed, where he and Meredith had first been together. He laid her down gently, pulling the comforter up around her shoulders. She shivered slightly at the new found cover, causing her fast to scramble slightly, but she quickly adjusted and sighed slightly in her sleep. Derek took a few steps back until he fell into the chair next to her bed, propping his head up in his hand. Even if he had to watch her sleep, that was enough to make him feel alive for one more day.

Derek watched her until he felt his eye lids start to droop, then finally fall until he drifted off into a sound sleep.

A buzz and ring came blaring into Meredith's ear. Her hand fumbled over to the nightstand, slapping down a few times until she felt her cell phone ringing under her hand. Without bothering to look at the name she flipped the phone up and pressed it against her ear.

"Hello?" she said groggily.

"You bitch; you didn't even tell me you were back! Me! Of all people!" a voice yelled into the phone, causing Meredith to sit up slightly in her bed.

"Christina?" she asked, a dumbfounded look plastered to her face.

"No Einstein, it's Izzie, the one who refuses to talk to you yet told me you were back because you were to chicken to!" the voice, now recognized as Christina barked.

"Christina, I'm so sorry. Everything has been fast paced since I got back. I meant to call you; I wanted to, I dialed the number and everything." She stumbled for words, her sentence staggering.

"Oh save it. I'm your person! I should have been the first to find out." Christina said, her voice level dropping slightly.

"I know," Meredith replied quietly, staring at the comfortably sleeping form of Derek in her chair. What the hell had happened?

"Christina, I really need to call you back." She said into the phone with a weak tone.

"Meredith, don't you dare ha-." And that was the last thing Meredith heard before she closed her phone.

She would much rather sit and watch his sleeping form, breathing in his scent and his presence, but she remembered that if she loved him that she would have to play the card of dislike. Meredith scowled and picked up her pillow, chucking it at his head. Derek stirred slightly, jumping as Meredith hit his shoulder with her fist.

"Wake up!" she said in a furious tone

"W-what?" he said irritably, rolling over slightly.

"Get out!" she hissed, throwing his jacket at him and pulling his arm up until he was out of the chair.

"Well," he said after a yawn, "This reminds me of our first night together. You throwing me out. You never change." He laughed a cocky smile on his face.

"Out!" she yelled one last time, practically hurling him down the stairs and out the front door. "We'll talk later." She whispered as he turned back towards her.

"You start tomorrow by the way. Don't be late." He said, walking backwards down the porch, smirking as she slammed the door in his face with a glare.

"She wants me, she knows it." He laughed.