So chapter five is up, and I love this chapter.

Reviews pleaaaase.

Meredith busied herself all morning in work, making sure to avoid Derek, though it was quite hard seeing as he was Chief. Meredith sighed as she ducked past yet another corner and dove into a patient room, grabbing his chart and pretending to look over it like it mattered. She heard the door creak open, and for a moment she thought that her worst nightmare had come true. A lean figure was resting against the doorframe. Meredith squeezed her eyes tightly and turned towards the male figure, stepping back in slight surprise at the figure.

"Well, if it isn't the infamous return of Meredith Grey." The doctor said in a sly tone.

"You are the last person I wanted to see today." She mumbled through gritted teeth.

"What? We couldn't at least have a happy dirty mistress reunion? I was really looking forward to the dirty mistress part." Mark Sloan smirked with arrogance.

"Leave me alone Sloan." She said with a glare in his direction.

"You're avoiding Derek, he told me so." Mark blurted, smiling at the anger she was now showing.

"N-no! I am not, I'm just busy." She replied stammering for words. Meredith scowled and pretended to examine the watch on her wrist. She looked up and pushed past Mark, making him lose his balance against the wall.

"You can't avoid him forever!" Mark yelled after her, smirking at her small wave over her shoulder.

Meredith slammed her car door shut, exhausted at her inevitable avoidance of Derek. She had tried her hardest, lost all of her strength, and yet deep down she did want to see him. Meredith had fought with every once of her being, trying her hardest to resist that McDreamy smile. She turned a little too quickly and stopped abruptly at the figure standing in front of her.

"Crap." She said a little too loudly.

"Crap? You see me and that's your first reaction?" he asked, a frown slowly finding its place.

"I'm late." She stated, turning on her heel and walking in the opposite direction, well aware of the footsteps jogging behind her.

"You're avoiding me." He said with a small smirk.

"Yes, and I'm late." She replied with useless effort.

Derek leaned back against the wall, rubbing his temples with his forefingers. She was avoiding him, and she had been all day. He had seen glimpses, a few flashes of her golden hair flying behind her as she ducked into another patient's room. Derek punched the wall, his fist slightly red, and waited for her to come out.

Meredith wasn't only avoiding Derek, but she was also avoiding Christina. Their phone conversation had been anything but peachy. She was afraid of what the petite yet fiery dragon would do to her. She had done an amazing job at hiding from Derek, and she was doing a superb job of hiding from Christina, until she felt a shove on her shoulder.

"Hey!" she snapped fiercely, rubbing her shoulder.

"That's what you get. It's like self-induced karma. Deal with it and suck it up. You deserve everything that happens to you." Christina said with a smirk as she pushed past Meredith, shoving her once again.

Meredith scowled, rubbing her arm where she had been shoved once again. Christina had turned into a bitch, with good reason. Meredith smirked slightly and turned a little too quickly, throwing her and the tall, dark, and handsome figure in front of her into a fit of déjà vu.

"Crap." She muttered, thinking back on her earlier flash back.

"You never change." He smirked slightly, also remembering their last conversation about her avoiding him. "You still find the need to avoid me."

"You hush." She pointed a finger accusingly, her eyes darting around, finally landing on the open door of an empty on-call room. "There, now."

"Seems like someone wants to reenact last night." He said, biting his urge to laugh as Meredith shoved him in, locking the door.

"Shut up." She yelled her green eyes full of rage and small glimpse of lust that he wasn't meant to see.

"Meredith." He said quietly, noticing the way she was acting, practically fuming.

"No, shut up! I yell, you listen then you talk. That's how it works. That's how it has always worked." She said, breathing heavily.

"Fine, and you have to yell first don't you?" he said, leaning back against the frame of the bunk bed, folding his arms across his chest as he stared at her, his deep ocean blue eyes searching hers for a sign of anything but anger.

"Yes, I do." She said matter-of-factly. "I didn't want to come stumbling back here to find you. I left for a reason. At the time it was pretty damn good too." She said, unable to control the level of her voice. "I was a wreck, and you were starting to be one. You needed time without me, you still do. I'm a downer, I don't care, and I know it. I'm dark and twisty, but sometimes I'm also bright and shiny." She paused for breath.

"Meredith," he started again, only to be shushed as he felt his heart caving in.

"Shut up, I left because I thought I was doing a favor for you by hurting myself. It hurt, of course, but I got over it. Then I come waltzing back here to find you back in my life. It's not fair." She said, a small tear running down her face. "So, if you're ready to break up with me fine. Tell me that you don't love me; maybe it will make it easier for me to let you go for once. But I do still love you, just incase your wondering. I'm just trying to help you stop drowning in my problems." She yelled, finally more tears streaking down her face.

Derek inhaled deeply, "Is it my turn to talk?" he asked.

Meredith only nodded and wiped a stray tear from her face.

"Good, because I do love you. Don't you see? Don't you understand? You're the love of my life. I can't leave you. I want your twisty moods, and I want you when you're bright and shiny. Hell I even want you if I am drowning in your problems. Because even when I am drowning, you always manage to save me." He finally said it, not that he had been the one afraid of saying it.

Meredith's shoulder shook slightly as more tears streamed down her face. Her pale and slender hand wiped a few away, but missed one or two. Just as she brought her other hand up to stop them, it was replaced. His hand had reached out, much bigger and rougher, and wiped the last tear away from her face, a smile plastered to his cheeks.

Meredith looked up, she took a step forward, letting go of the door handle for once. Within a millisecond she had forgotten about her worries and slipped her hand behind his neck, and into her soft hair, pulling his lips down to meet hers. The feeling was overwhelming, the kind that almost made her knees buckle again. She opened her mouth, letting him deepen the kiss.

She had forgotten how it felt to kiss him. The lust, the desire, the love. She realized that what they had had all months was not just lust or desire, it was love. She pulled away for a moment, removing a hand to push a stray lock of dark hair from his eyes.

"I love you." She said quietly, smiling.

Derek gave a lop-sided grin, probably his biggest ever, and pulled her into a tight embrace, one that he never wanted to end.

"I love you too." He whispered into her ear.