Title: Loud And Clear

Authors: Sara And Lizzie

Rating: T for language, mild sex

Disclaimer: we don't own grey's anatomy, or any anatomies but our own at that.

Summary: Sequel to One Hell Of a Racket. Babies, weddings, and rain. Seattle at it's finest. Babysitting for the ex wife, meeting the family, planning the wedding and fending off the intern. All in a day's work.

Author's Note: The final story in our trilogy. We're staring two days from where 'Racket' left off. Also, we made up all the names and details of Derek's family, save for Nancy, who we adore, by the way.

Yeah, we hate this chapter. It's pretty much filler, but we hope it entertains. This will be updated again (along with all fics) by Sunday.

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Derek's legs pounded the floors of the lobby as he raced for the parking lot. He had to get to his car, and then he could just scour all of Seattle until he found her. It didn't matter how long it took him, or how many surgeries he missed. In that moment, all that mattered was Meredith, and making things right again.

He headed through the sliding lobby doors and his search ended there. She and Mark were climbing out of his car, each carrying coffee. She had two cups in her hands. Derek marched up to them, indignant. "What the hell is this?"

Meredith rolled her eyes. "Your ex wife took me in last night." She said, looking down awkwardly. She leaned back against his car and turned her head away, looking over the hospital, as if she were scrutinizing it for flaws in its design.

Mark took a sip of coffee and grinned. "Addie says that you're an idiot." He told Derek calmly.

"Meredith, I was worried about you." Derek stressed, ignoring Mark. "I'm so sorry, Mer. I'm an idiot. You know that."

She shrugged listlessly. "Whatever." She said, pushing herself off of the car and starting to move. She passed him and pushed one of the coffee cups into his hand as she did. Derek watched her walk away; torn between frustration and amusement.

He took a sip out of the coffee cup and looked at Mark. "She bought me coffee."

"She bought you coffee."

"What do I now?"

Mark grinned at him. "You grovel. And you make it up to her." He said. Derek made a face and Mark shrugged. "Don't listen to me if you've got a better idea. But I've been screwing up and making mistakes with women my whole life. I consider myself somewhat of an expert." He said.

Derek nodded. "I can't argue with that."

Derek finally tracked down the woman he was looking for. "I need to talk to you." He said to Cristina, grabbing her by the arm and ushering her into a nearby lounge. "I screwed up." He admitted.

Cristina snorted. "And this is supposed to surprise me?" she asked. Derek's eyes dropped to the floor, and he felt guilt and regret rise in his chest.

"Cristina." He said, seriously, "This is important. I need to make her see… How can I…?"

"What?" Cristina interrupted. "Bribe her back into being the blushing bride? Because someone has to do it. Give her surgeries. Buy presents. Shun the intern. You're a brain surgeon. You'll figure it out."

Derek nodded. He started to leave the room, but stopped. "Cristina, I can do this right? Because I feel like I can't. Like I'm always letting her down, but we can do this right?"

Cristina rolled her eyes. "Please McDreamy. You don't have a choice. You either do it, or you both fall apart." She said, leaving the room, leaving Derek to mull over her words.

They called Bailey the Nazi. There were times when Meredith hated her resident, but behind those surges of anger were respect and admiration. Yes, Miranda Bailey had taught them well. It was Bailey's influence that had Meredith Grey behind the nurse's station, pulling out the charts that would make the intern miserable. She separated them into piles. Discharge, rectal exams, paperwork and labs. When she had collected three days worth of busywork, she stepped back and admired her handiwork, wondering where she could put it all.

"Who's that for?" Mark asked, coming up behind her. Meredith turned around, her face contorted into an unpleasant scowl. "Ah," Mark said, "Our favorite intern. Should have guessed."

Meredith frowned and leaned down, hoisting one pile into his arms. "Conference room." She instructed.

Mark rolled his eyes. "Grey, you are aware I'm an attending, and very busy, right?"

"Mark, you're not doing anything. Just take them to the conference room." Meredith snapped. Mark hid a chuckle and did what she asked, shaking his head as they moved the piles quickly. "You know," Meredith said, "You'd think after everything, he wouldn't be so freaking stupid."

Mark laughed out loud at this. "You'd think, Mer." He said affectionately, reaching out to ruffle her hair like he might a little sister. Meredith made another face.

"I'm not six years old, Mark." She complained, reaching up to smooth her hair. She reached for her pager, and minutes later, Bridget appeared.

"Dr. Sloan." She said flirtatiously.

"Save it, intern." Mark said, earning a grin from Meredith.

Meredith crossed her arms over her chest and turned to Bridget. "Dr. Neilson." She said calmly. "In the conference room, you will find four piles of charts. First you'll discharge. Then you'll do rectal exams. Then, there's paperwork to be done, and after that, you can run labs. If you don't eat or go to the bathroom, you can probably finish it all by Thursday."

Bridget's jaw dropped. "You have got to be kidding me." She said.

Meredith smirked. "I'm quite serious." She said, pointing towards the conference room.

Bridget stared at her for a few more seconds, then started to shuffle towards the door. "Bitch." She muttered under her throat.

"Uh, what was that, Neilson?" asked Dr. Bailey, who was passing by. "Because I really hope I did not just hear you disrespecting your resident like that."

Bridget whirled around to face her. "So what if you did?" she demanded. "What the hell are you going to do about it?"

Bailey walked into the conference room and dropped the charts she was carrying on the table with the rest of Bridget's piles. Mark followed suit, taking his entire pile from the nurse's station and dumping it into Bridget's arms.

"Also," he said, reaching into his pocket, "Here's a list of patients Dr. Montgomery wanted someone to check on." He said, handing it to her, smiling. Fuming, Bridget grabbed a chart from the conference room and went to discharge.

"Dr. Grey." Derek said, sliding into the empty seat next to her in the cafeteria later. "I just scheduled a hemispherectomy tomorrow morning. I don't know if you've ever severed a corpus collosum before," he said, knowing full well she hadn't, "But if you're interested in scrubbing in, I'll need help."

Meredith sighed and picked at her food. When he first sat down, she was ready to say no to whatever he asked, but there was no way she could turn down..

"I think I could fit that in." she finally said lightly. Derek grinned, resisting the urge to lean over and kiss her on the mouth. Instead, he pecked her cheek and got up.

"Have a nice day, Meredith."