ITALICS ARE FLASHBACKS.
This is a very minimal drama chapter, but there will be more, you have not seen the last of Dr. Stanley. Comments are appreciated and I hope you like this chapter, I love hearing what you think. The song is in bold and it is called "Fly me too the Moon" by Frank Sinatra.
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"Come on Dr. Grey, one drink? One night?" he nudged her arm. Dr. Stanley stared down at Meredith, his eyes held nothing. "It can't be that bad can it?" he urged.
"Sorry Dr. Stanley, I can't. I'm too busy." Meredith heard herself robotically reply like she had since he started asking her out, which was at least once every two days for over two months.
"Grey, you can't turn me down anymore." He said slightly more forcefully, gripping her wrist tightly when she turned to leave.
Meredith looked down at her wrist and yanked it away. "I can, and I will." She said quiet enough for only him to hear and not the on looking nurses. She turned on her heals and quickly made her way down the hall.
Meredith slammed her locker door shut and ran a final thread of fingers through her hair. It shook loose easily, falling below her shoulders in its unruly and uncut mess of a beautiful way. She slipped her feet into her leopard and black print ballet flats then made her way out of the locker room. The hall was quiet, practically bare, which was unusual for such a busy hospital.
She made her way towards the main lobby, fully expecting Derek to be sitting in the same chair he always did, watching the hallway warily for her. Well he had sat there since their outburst in front of the whole hospital. Meredith meandered slowly, hoping to make Derek anxious. She grinned to herself as his figure materialized before her, slumped over in his chair, his head propped up on his hand. She made a beeline for him, hoping to reach him before his head came up.
Too late, his head came up along with a charming smile, and she grinned as well. But a voice stopped her from taking another step, a voice she hoped to leave in Boston.
"Ahh, Dr. Grey" John Stanley, the doctor who never seemed to get the message, stepped towards her, his grin practically sickening. "I thought I might find you here."
Meredith froze, she stammered for words. Her heart came to a thud instead of a light beat like it usually was when she saw Derek. Derek's face became concerned, questioning, and quite frankly it became scrambled.
Who was this man? He was hitting on Meredith, but she didn't seem too thrilled. Derek frowned, shifting in his seat, his stance ready to tackle the man in front of Meredith. He noticed her glance uneasily at him and made that his cue to rush to her side, become her knight in shining whatever. Derek smirked and picked up his briefcase, changing his smirk to a smile as he wandered over to Meredith.
"Hey honey, I was waiting for you." He grinned as he snaked an arm around her frail waist, his grin becoming adorably lopsided as he turned to look at the man in front of Meredith.
A rush of relief ran through Meredith's body as she felt his comfortable arm slip around her. Meredith smiled in return, feeling more empowered now around the cold Dr. Stanley.
"Oh, I'm sorry to keep you waiting." She said with a small giggle as she tip-toed up to peck his cheek.
Meredith turned to look at John, his mouth practically agape as he saw the two. She smiled, moving Derek's arm from around her waist so that she could slip her hand into his, lacing their fingers.
"Dr. Stanley, this is my boyfriend, Derek Shepherd." Meredith stated proudly, watching the two shake hands.
"Wait, Derek Shepherd as in Head of Neurosurgery, world renowned? You're dating Meredith, a new found resident?" John asked, practically scoffing. Maybe it was jealously, maybe it was mocking. Either way, it was setting Derek off.
"Yes I am, she's quite amazing. I'm amazed that you didn't try once or twice when she was in Boston." Derek replied calmly back, biting his tongue at the urge to snap back at him. Derek smiled once again, turned to look at Meredith. "You ready to go Hun?"
"Yes I am." She smiled, looking back at John. "Nice seeing you again." She waved as Derek turned her around, leading her towards his car. Meredith could have sworn she heard John mumble something
under his breath about her being a tease, but she shook it off, grinning up at Derek.
"Thank you." She said earnestly as he opened the car door. "For that I mean, well opening the car door too. Both really, both were nice. I'm rambling again, I need to stop."
"I think it's cute, adorable in fact." He grinned as he slid into his own car seat, plugging the key into the ignition. "And you looked like you needed help, and I thought I was just the guy for it. " he nodded as the car pulled out of the parking lot.
Meredith leaned back against the car seat, closing he eyes slowly as she smiled at Derek. She snaked her hand into his, letting him rub his thumb over her knuckles, soothing her in a way. Meredith giggled slightly, causing Derek to look over at her.
"What's so funny?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Oh, nothing," she shrugged, biting back the urge to laugh again, "Just remembering the last time you stayed at my house, in the chair."
"It really wasn't that funny." He said, shaking his head in an oblivious way.
"I think it was, but guess what?" she smiled, leaning over to rest her head on his shoulder.
"Do I want to guess?" he asked, receiving a light punch in his arm. Derek let out a hearty laugh and shrugged. "Fine, what?"
"I don't really want to tell you know." She said, shaking her head and sticking out her lower lip in a pouting face.
"Oh that's cruel." He scowled as he put the car in park, finally reaching her driveway. "Very, very cruel indeed."
"It's your own fault." She said, laughing as she passed him, walking up to her front door.
"You are very mean tonight, more than usual." He said, reaching the door as she shoved it open, sticking her tongue out at him.
"Well then, no surprise for you." She said, tapping the bridge of his nose as she wandered up the stairs, disappearing in the door of her room.
Derek followed after her, smiling to himself at her childness. It was almost as adorable as her angry attitude. Derek pushed her door open more than it was and collapsed onto her bed, breathing in the lavender scent and the overall Meredith scent. She reappeared in the doorway of her bathroom, completely changed into her sweats and ratty Dartmouth t-shirt, scowling as she usually did.
"Heyyyyy, I said no surprise." She said, folding her arms. "No bed for you."
"Mannn, that hurt's my feelings. Your mean." He said, sitting up against the headboard, his lower lip sticking out much like hers did when she pouted.
Fly me to the moon
Let me sing among those stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Jupiter and Mars
"Oh I'm gonna do more than hurt your feelings." She muttered as she snatched her pillow up off the ground, whacking Derek in the head with it, while letting out another infectious giggle.
"Hey!" he laughed, grabbing his own pillow and hitting her gently in the waist with it. Derek threw the pillow and grabbed her waist with his arm, pulling her down and pinning her beneath him. She giggled, causing Derek to laugh and hold her hands down tighter above her head, watching her squirm.
"Now this is not fair." She stated, shaking her head.
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby kiss me
"Well, until you tell me what you were going to say, I'm not letting you move." He shook his head, showing her his determination to keep her pinned.
"Fiiiiine, you jerk. I was going to let you sleep in my bed instead of in the chair." Meredith nodded, giggling again as she felt him release his grip and sit upright.
"Well then, that's a different story." He smiled, moving to lie down beside her.
Fill my heart with song
Let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
Meredith laughed and hit the switch on the light, and kissing him lightly. She slid into his arm, her torso fitting in his and their breathing becoming rhythmic.
"Goodnight Meredith, I love you." Derek whispered, smiling as he dug his face into her mess of lavender scented hair.
"Night Der, I love you too." She smiled as well, letting herself drift off into a peaceful sleep.
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
Derek watched her sleep for another few moments, then finally drifted off himself, Meredith still dancing around his mind.