Not my best, but please review!
Meredith elbowed Derek's side as her pager went off. The on-call room was dark, almost perfect for her and Derek, except for the small annoying beep that was coming from her pager. Meredith groaned and shoved Derek after he resisted the pain of her elbow.
"Derek, get up." She giggled quietly, slipping out from underneath his arm. "I need to go." She whispered, nudging him one last time with her leg before turning around to leave.
"Noooo you don't." he suddenly grabbed her wrist, restraining her from taking another painful step forward.
"Well, unless you want to hear a call go out about a code blue on floor four, your gonna have to let me go." She smiled, knowing that her leaving would kill him. She bent down, her soft hand touching the stubble on his cheek, lowering her lips to linger for a moment on his, leaving a small kiss.
Meredith pulled away and laughed as she waved over her shoulder, listening to him groan as he was left alone.
She was Satan. Satan in a beautiful, curvy, tiny ineffectual fist way. But Derek had always liked the bad side of things, and if Meredith was Satan he wanted to be the guy who died just to go to hell. Sure he groaned when she left, her thought about her all day, he breathed in her scent even if she was half away across the hospital, and he could still feel her skin against his.
Derek stopped by the nurse's station, leaning forward on his elbows while examining the multiple pieces of white paper in front of him. They were a jumble of words, and he swore that he had seen Meredith written on the page. Was he really that much like a lovesick teenager? Well he really didn't mind, as long as it was Meredith driving him crazy. Derek felt a punch hit is right arm, his first instinct to turn round quickly and deck the person back, but he stopped quickly realizing that it was a curly headed intern,
Yang. Christina Yang.
"Ow," he scowled, running his arm. "What was that for?"
"You knowing that she was back before I did." Christina said nonchalantly, raising her fist to throw another punch.
"Hey!" he yelped, grabbing her fist. "I'm your chief, you can't do that."
"You were McDreamy first." She muttered back, lowering her fist and turning quickly on her heels to stomp of in the opposite direction.
"Well I still am McDreamy to some." He smirked at her mumbled under her breath.
Meredith snagged a cup of coffee after her surgery, and had managed to snag one extra, hoping to find the one person she wanted to talk to. Meredith wandered through the hospital with a quick pace; she rounded the corner, her eyes landing on someone who could help her.
"Alex, where is she?" Meredith asked in a hurried tone.
"Avoiding you, but she's in that exam room." He whispered, pointing to an open door that quickly swung open as the blonde bombshell emerged.
Their eyes met, Meredith's pleading for a moment to talk, Izzie's full of anger and sorrow. Izzie turned, detemerined to run from the golden haired bimbo that was following her, but Meredith was too quick, cornering Izzie into the desk behind the nurse's station.
"Coffee?" she asked in an inviting tone, one that so very unlike the dark and twisty Meredith everyone was used to.
"I don't talk to strangers." Izzie replied back bitterly.
"Iz, I know I messed up. But you can cut me some slack, I had good reason at the time." She hissed under her breath.
"No Meredith, I don't have to cut you some slack. You just packed up and left without a word, leaving your friends and family worried sick. I don't have to cut you some slack." She shot back, a little too loud. Izzie looked down at the coffee and bit down fiercely on her lip. "But I will take that coffee." She said, a small smirk on her face.
And with that smirk, Meredith knew that they would soon be on the path to being friends, again.
Joe's closed late. It closed later than any bar, and it was lucky enough to be right across the street from Seattle Grace. The bar was Meredith's beautiful and loving second, no more like third, home. She slammed a shot glass down, a small clink following it, and slammed her hand down once, signaling for another shot of tequila. It would be her fourth, nooooo, fifth.
She could lose herself easy to tequila, it was her poison. Meredith barely realized how much she had drank, who was around her, and who had slipped into the seat next to her with a confused expression until she lifted her head, tossing it back to down another shot.
"McDreamy, baby, you look fabulous darling." She said with a giggle, handing Derek her empty shot glass.
"I love drunk Meredith, but I love sober Meredith too you know." He said, a concerned face plastered on.
"Oh I know, I just hadn't seen Joe in a while! He was the only one to welcome me back happily." She said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Yeah you've had one to many, come on Mer, let's go home." He said, sliding her shot glass across the bar, clinking with the others she had placed down.
"Ohhh, but I just got started." She whined, pouting her lip. She realized Derek wasn't going to give up, and sighed out loudly. "Fiiiine, bye Joe." She said cheerfully, waving as she pulled on her jacket and followed Derek out, him leading her with his hand.
"Put it on my tab Joe." Derek yelled back. He protectively led Meredith to his car, opening the door for her, helping her in, and buckling her in.
"Derek," she said quietly once he was in the car himself. "Can we go to your place, that is if you still have the trailer?" she leaned her head back, resting against the seat.
"Sure, why not." He said with a charming grin, a McDreamy grin.
"Good." She said with a content sigh.
The rest of the ride was in silence, Meredith seeming as if she was going to fall asleep at any given moment. He stroked her hand, letting his thumb rub over her knuckles as she smiled. The drive was short, he had made it millions of times. Meredith managed to pull herself out of the car and was standing on her own, an amazing feat for her after five shots of tequila.
She snuck around, wrapping her arms around him in the darkness, sighing into his chest, breathing him in at the same time. Breathing in his essence, his scent, his breath.
"There you are you sneak!" she giggled into his sweater, clutching the fabric in between her tiny fingers. Her other hand slid down to meet his, lacing their fingers. She pulled away from him, but planted a quick kiss on his cheek, and dragged him into the trailer. She let go of his hand as she collapsed onto the bed in a fit of giggles, rolling over on her side to see his figure standing next to the bed, grinning down at her.
Her emotions got the best of her, they always did. Meredith smiled up at him, and once again linked their hands together.
"Derek, I love you… in a really, really big… pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you love you. But mostly love you." She said with a content smile.
Derek chuckled to himself and slid into the bed next to her, his body enveloping hers into a perfect fit, his arms sliding around her waist.
"I know, and I love you too." He said, finally able to say it to her face without the fear of her running again.
He meant to say more, to match what she had said, but he was silenced by the small snore she let out next to him, showing that she had fallen asleep in happiness after he said just three words to her.