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Okay, I know the last chapter kinda sucked because it was so sad. This chapter will be better, I hope. Oh, and if anyone doesn't understand something, just ask me and I will try to explain myself better.

Disclaimer: If I owned Grey's, Izzie and George would of been together a long time ago.

Eight days 'till doom.

After last night, Meredith was stuck in her bed feeling depressed and guilty. It was noon and Meredith didn't move a muscle. She awoke from her deep sleep at nine in the morning. She couldn't stop thinking about Derek and how he took such good care of her last night.

He derserves better. I can't give him what he wants. I need to tell him about Finn. He's wasting his time with me.

Twenty minutes ago, she heard her phone vibrate on the kitchen counter. She didn't get up, and she didn't want to know who it was. She just wanted to curl up in a ball in her bed and lay there forever. Meredith drifted to sleep in her frenzied state of mind.

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Meredith awoke twenty minutes later. She looked up at her ceiling and sighed. Before she could think anything, she heard her front door open and close.

Hmmm... I wonder who that could be.

She listened as the person closed the door behind themselves. The intruder walked into the kitchen, and shuffled around some. Then it went silent.

Meredith turned over to face the window, her back towards the door.

He shouldn't be here. He needs to know... I'm going to tell him.

Meredith got lost in her thoughts.

Her bedroom door opened.

She didn't move.

The person walked around the bed to look at Meredith face to face.

She didn't move.

He bent down and looked at her in the eyes.

She didn't move.

He smiled a small smile and stood up again.

She didn't move.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, put the things in his hands down on the nightstand, and took his shoes off.

She still remained unfazed.

He adjusted the pillows on Finn's side of the bed and sat down, getting under the covers with her.

Meredith finally sat up and moved her legs towards her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees. She moved her head over to look at the man in her bed. The man looked over at her, too. He smiled a small smile again, but with no emotion behind it. She smiled back, and moved her head to his shoulder. "What are you doing here, Derek?"

"I'm here to take care of you, Mer."

Meredith lifted her head from its resting place and looked into his eyes. She saw fear and concern. She loved his dark blue eyes from the moment she saw them in the grcoery store to the instant they turned navy with sadness last night. She loved his eyes, but right now, she wanted nothing more than to turned them blue again. Right now, they weren't blue. They were grey. Grey represented the numbness he felt when she was crying. Grey represented the sadness he felt when she was torn up over something he didn't understand, something he didn't know anything about. Meredith smiled at him. She placed her cold, numb hand in his warm, strong one and squeezed as hard as she could.

"Why? Why do you want to take care of me, Derek?"

It was Derek's turn to look deep into her eyes, into her heart. He saw a hurt little girl, struggling to find happiness. He wanted to help her, to fix her, he wanted to figure out what was wrong with her so he could hear her giggle again.

"Because, Mer, I care about you. I want to see you happy." Meredith smiled.

"Thank you, Derek." She stood up and walked to the attached bathroom. She brushed her teeth, then returned to her warm bed.

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"... And the next thing I knew, there was yellow paint flying through the air, right into this little boy's face!"

Derek let out a big laugh as he listened to Meredith talk about her students in her classroom. The two sat side by side on her queen bed under the covers, eating the ice cream Derek brought over. Meredith eating strawberry, and Derek eating coffee. Every once in a while they would switch their little pints of ice cream so they could get a taste of each others'.

Derek listened in while she told her story of meeting Alex. Before that, Meredith told him how she met Cristina. Derek loved listening to her talk, even if it was about people he didn't know, but he didn't mind. Meredith cared about these people, and he cared for her.

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"So do you ever want kids?" Meredith asked Derek. They both migrated to the foot of the bed, Derek laying on his back, Meredith with her head on his chest. She had her hand resting over his heart, like she was protecting it. He was playing with her long, curly locks with his. Both of them were barefoot and playing with each others' feet. Her left leg was in between his legs. They both wore huge smiles on their faces.

"Um, yeah, well, sure, maybe... someday."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I love kids."

"You do?"

"Yeah, why are you so surprised?"

"I don't know, you just don't seem like the guy who would have kids." Meredith paused, "Sorry if that was kinda rude, its just I just met you, and I was just curious, and you're a neurosurgeon, you know, macho..." Meredith trailed off, she knew she was rambling, which is why she stopped. "Now, I'm rambling. I'm sorry."

Derek laughed a little. "It's okay. I guess I sometimes give off that impression. Guys like me who have this much muscle and masculinity don't really look like they could hug and kiss a child while they put them to bed, huh?" Meredith laughed at him, but didn't say anything about his huge ego. "But seriously, yeah I want kids. I want to be there to witness a first smile, first laugh, first word, first time they crawl, first time they walk, I want to witness all the firsts in a person's life. I want to be able to get up in the morning and hug my son or daughter. I want to be called daddy. I want to feel that pride of when I go to a tee-ball game or ballet recital. I want to create a person and raise it, you know? I want to read the bedtime story, kiss their boo boos, take care of them when they're sick. I want to teach my child everything I know, I want to protect them form the world, and kill anyone who hurts them. I want to feel the love a parent feels for their child." Derek paused. "But, most importantly, I want to share it with someone special."

Wow...

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"What were you like in highschool?" Derek asked Meredith who was lying on her side of the bed, now with Derek's head on her stomach. She was playing with his unruly curls. He was staring at the ceiling. "I bet you were a little nerd."

Meredith laughed at this. Truth was, she didn't really remember highschool much. Or, she didn't want to remember.

"Um... I wasn't that big of a nerd. I wore a lot of black."

"Oh, you were that girl in highschool. Enough said." Derek smiled, and moved his head so his ear was on her stomach and smiled her.

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"What were your parents like, Derek?"

"Well, my mom died giving birth to me, so I never met her." Meredith looked up at her position in Derek's arms. They were both on their sides facing each other, Meredith lying with her head in his chest, his arms around her.

She looked into his eyes to see hurt and pain, but they were strong and brave. "I'm so sorry, Derek." She buried her head in his chest and hugged him tight.

"It's okay. I have heard a lot of stories about her, she was a good person. She loved to take care of my sisters. I'm just sad I never got to meet her." Derek paused, "But my dad was so good when I started asking about her. We became best friends. He took me to my first Yankee's game and when he caught a homerun, he let me hold it the rest of the game. I still have that baseball. It's one of my best and favorite memories of my father. I knew it was hard for my father to raise us all by himself, but he was strong. That's where I get my confidence from. He died when I was eighteen. He had brain tumor that none of us knew about. He collasped all alone in his big house. I found him in his bedroom, but it was too late." Derek paused. "We had an autopsy done and the doctors found it."

"Is that why you became a neurosurgeon?"

"That's why I became a neurosurgeon." Derek confirmed.

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"If you were stranded on a deserted island, what three things would you bring with you?"

"Wait, why would I be on a deserted island? And why would I even go? I mean, to go willingly is kinda stupid. I think that is one of the stupidest questions I have ever been asked!"

"..."

"Derek?"

"..."

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'll answer."

"Okay, but there is one rule." Derek said excitedly, "You can't bring a cell phone or a laptop."

"Okay, lemme think."

A few seconds passed.

"Wait, is this a tropical island, or a desert island?"

"Tropical."

"Okay." Meredith nodded. "Is there anyone else on the island with me, or am I alone?"

"You are alone, now answer!" Derek was growing impatient.

Meredith looked up at Derek and started to fidget. He was lying on her side of the bed and she was lying at the foot of the bed looking at the ceiling. She was looking around and back at Derek.

"Are you gonna answer?"

"I, um, I, uh, have another question." Meredith said in a quiet, low voice.

Derek laughed a bit. "If you have another question, just ask it." He shoved her lightly in the stomach with his foot. "Just no more after this one."

"Okay, are there any animals on this island?"

"No, it's just you."

"Okay."

Suddenly, Meredith sat up on the bed. "I think I have it!"

"Okay, shoot."

"My favorite book, The Sun Also Rises, a pocketknife, and an extra shirt, in case the other one gets dirty, or something."

Derek laughed loudly. "How you expect to survive with a book and an extra shirt?"

Meredith lied back down, "Well, what would you bring, wise ass?"

Derek smiled, "It's not what would I bring, it's who would I bring?"

Meredith smiled back.

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Meredith was still lying on her back when she looked up at the nightstand, "Oh, shit! We have been talking for like five hours!"

Derek checked his watch, "Wow, you're right, it's five thirty."

"Yeah, and I'm getting hungry."

"Where do you want to go?"

Meredith suddendly jumped up off the bed and ran into her closet. "STEAK!"

Derek shook his head slightly and laughed a little. He was about to get off the bed to give Meredith some privacy to change when he heard his name.

"Derek! Can you come in here?"

Derek walked into Meredith's small walk in closet and stopped in his tracks, with his mouth hanging open. Meredith standing on her tip toes trying to get a shoe box off the top shelf, only in her bra and panties. Derek just stared. He took in her perfect porcelain skin, and her graceful curves. He just kept staring. He couldn't take his eyes off her perfect form. She awoke him from his trance when she turned towards him and asked, "Derek, could you get that box down?"

He took a long step and closed the small space between the two. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him. He smuthered her lips with his. Meredith, surprised by the contact, nearly fell, and put her hands on his chest for support. When she realized what was happening, she gladly opened her mouth for his pressing tongue and moved her hands to the back of his neck. His hands moved lower, lower, lower until they crossed over the small bump that was her bottom to her upper thighs and hoisted her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him and he walked back into the bedroom. Their lips never broke contact. He dropped her gently on the bed and joined her. Soon, their clothes became no obstacle.

All night, they made love. The two came together and became one. They weren't ashamed to share all their secrets with each other. They saw into each others' souls. The two never took their eyes off one another. They made sweet, passionate love for hours throughout the night. They fell apart when the sun started to shine through the windows, the duo was exhausted. Derek held Meredith gently in his arms, her head buried in his chest. He lay awake, listening to her breathe, feeling her rapid heartbeat against his chest. He tightened her grip around her and fell asleep. They both slept peacefully in each others' arms.

Hours later, one of them awoke and looked at the other, and smiled. As this person fought to stay awake, they muttered those three little words anyone would love to hear.

"I love you."

Okay, that was a loooong-ass chapter. And I loved writing it. It was... fun. Okay, so review, tell me what you think. Thanks!

-Mary aka Shonda Jr.