Rogue: Well, here's another chapter. And as a side note, each chapter will be named after a song, just like the episodes of Grey's were named during the first and seconds seasons. The first chapter was named after the Red Hot Chili Peppers' Breaking the Girl. This one is called Break Your Heart after Get Set Go's song.

DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Grey's Anatomy or any of the characters. If I owned these characters they would probably be seen less on TV and more in my closet.

She lied. But that wasn't the worst part about it. Meredith had lied to Cristina, her best friend, about being over Derek Shepherd. She was most certainly not over Derek Shepherd. After-make out adrenaline made you say and do things you wouldn't normally say or do. It was like a high, an after-make out high. It actually kind of reminded her of the after-surgery high. But this high was amplified at least ten times to what a surgery high was. Meredith Grey was officially messing around with her ex's ex-best friend to get back at him. And that same ex-best friend slept with her ex's wife who was supposedly his soon-to-be-ex-wife until this afternoon when the two had been caught sleeping together in the on-call room by none other then the best friend and Derek's own dirty mistress.

Meredith heaved a sigh. Her life was officially insane. She would be surprised if any one of the four of them, the Shepherds, Mark, or herself, would be able to live healthy adult lives without therapy. But then she supposed none of them had ever really led a healthy life anyway. This just seemed to be the icing on the cake for the dysfunctional love square. It was official now. Everyone in the quartet had slept around with everyone else. Except Derek sleeping with Mark and Meredith getting into Satan's pants. But they all knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon no matter how much the female interns would pay to see the two McSexy men naked together.

She sat in the locker room flinging her scrubs into her locker. Meredith was trying to sift through her thoughts, but they were too jumbled to make out. She figured the simple confusion of the Grey-Shepherd-Shepherd-Sloan love square had gotten to her. A few shots of tequila and that confusion would be gone. She heard the door swing open and the mix of curious chattering from behind a row of lockers. Meredith sighed heavily before slamming her own locker shut. "If you two want details why don't you just ask?"

Izzie appeared, being partially dragged by Cristina. They exchanged glances before staring back at Meredith expectantly. "So...was he as good as Shepherd?" Izzie elbowed Cristina in the stomach to silence her, but was having trouble masking her own playful grin. The former Doctor Model flopped down on the bench alongside Meredith and gave what she hoped was a soothing pat on the shoulder. She then wrapped an arm around Meredith's shoulders and pulled her closer, a smirk upon her face.

"Was Sloan good? He looks like he would be...good." Izzie was wearing one of her truly amused smiles. Meredith hadn't seen that in a while. Who was she to deny Izzie information that would make her true smile grow? Besides, she was dying inside to dish the latest dirt about her newest fling...Mark was a fling to get over Derek. Nothing more. In fact, she was sure Mark felt the same way about her. She was just someone to get over Addison with. Right?

"I didn't do anything wrong," Meredith insisted, ducking out of Izzie's tightening headlock and tilting her head to the side. "We'd both just seen the people we loved doing it. How were we supposed to respond?" Cristina leaned back against the lockers and closed her eyes.

"Oh, yeah, Mere, pity sex is exactly the way for a guy to get over his lover."

"It wasn't pity sex!"

Cristina shot Izzie a victorious glance. "So you admit there was sex?" Meredith's jaw dropped as she stared at Izzie.

"No. No! You- you tricked me," she pouted, crossing her arms and turning away from the pair of them. There was muffled chattering behind her but Meredith didn't bother looking. She simply did up her shoelaces and stood to leave, noticing both Cristina and Izzie had disappeared. There was probably some hotter hospital gossip going around, maybe the bit about the soon-to-be-divorced-but-still-married couple having hot sex in the on-call room. That was certainly much more exciting then an intern and an Attending making out in the elevator. After all, it had happened before. It was old news, but with a new guy.

Meredith shouldered her bag and turned to the door only to find Cristina and Izzie standing in front of it defiantly. "What are you-"

"Save it, Grey," Cristina hissed latching onto one of her arms. "You're Meredith Grey, the dirty mistress, the slutty intern!" She lowered her voice slightly as if just now realizing there might be other people hiding in the dark corners of the locker room. "Izzie and I both know you've got something to tell. So tell!" By this point Cristina had Meredith by the shoulders and was shaking her forcefully. Izzie gave a hacking cough that sounded suspiciously like 'sex deprived'. Cristina and Burke were not fighting. They were...taking some time off is all.

Izzie somehow managed to slip between the two and pry Cristina away. Putting on her true-smile once again almost made Meredith sigh in annoyance but she caught herself; her own problems were not worth damaging a particularly fragile girl's spirit. "Come on, Meredith. We'll go to Joe's, have a few drinks, and you can tell us all about it. Okay?" Meredith didn't have much of a choice with Izzie latching onto her arm and steering her out the door. Cristina followed behind a few steps. "I'll even buy you a drink if you give juicy details..."

GA

The interns had counted on a night out at the bar across the street, sharing secrets, having group therapy sessions, and maybe doing and saying some things they wouldn't normally say while sober. That was just the fun of alcohol, was it not? What they hadn't banked on a certain great hair, pouty lipped, dreamy sort of Attending to be there. They also didn't think if McDreamy did have the skin to show up in public that night that he would bring his wife with him. Or his soon-to-be-ex-wife. Whatever. Love squares were very complicated.

"Come on, you guys. One more round?" Izzie and Cristina had been hoping for details of hot sex or whatever the hell Meredith had been doing with Sloan in the elevator. They didn't plan on sitting at the bar, back to Doctor McDreamy and his accomplice, the Ruler of All Things Evil, playing shot-for-shot with Meredith. The two shared glances. Izzie looked faintly green. Cristina simply looked pissed off.

"You go. I gotta pee." With that Cristina vanished leaving Izzie with a highly vulnerable Meredith. She stared at the shot glass in front of her, filled with some concoction Meredith had ordered from Joe earlier and said to keep 'em coming. It was now two hours later, and the 'keep 'em coming' call hadn't stopped yet. Meredith threw her head back and downed one more, licking her lips to savor the flavor. Izzie vaguely wondered how anyone could even taste the booze by now. For her, the joy of this game had left an hour ago. Then again Meredith had consumed at least .5 times more alcohol then Izzie had. The drunkenness probably had something to do with her girlish laughter and complete obliviousness to all things around her.

But Izzie thought that was probably a good thing. After all, the McMarried couple were over there laughing and sharing everything from kisses and the same bottle of liquor to something under the table that made Izzie thankful that she couldn't see what the hell was going on. She didn't quite think she wanted to have an orgasm in the middle of a bar, let alone have one because of the McDreamies hot sex under the table. So she tilted her head back and bit back her deteriorating sobriety just to keep Meredith occupied. If Grey did happen to catch sight of Derek there was no doubt something very messy could happen.

"Ha, Izzie," Meredith murmured. "You look horrible." Izzie didn't have the heart to tell her that she looked just as bad, if not worse, then she did. Not that she really had much of a chance to mention anything. The two were seated at their corner of the bar with various empty shot glasses littering the area. When a bottle of beer slid across the bar, passed them, and stopped just on the other side of Meredith Izzie let her gaze wander to its owner. Meredith was too busy draining another shot to notice, but Derek Shepherd had just appeared in front of the barstool on the other side of Meredith. He was wearing that stupid grin of his, that sexy, seductive grin, and the fact that he was drunk probably didn't help the already delicate situation.

"Is this seat taken?" Meredith nearly jumped at the question. That voice was very familiar, but when she turned to look at the speaker it was as if she was looking at him for the first time. Even messy his hair looked absolutely perfect, his pursed lips were taunting her from above, and his eyes were glimmering with a faintly mischievous glint. She cocked her head slightly to the side, slamming her glass onto the table before shrugging in response.

"It's not taken if you'll buy me a drink." Derek chuckled lightly before flopping down next to her and ordering her a tall glass of tequila, just the way she liked it. Meredith smiled dreamily, stirring the drink with her finger. He mirrored her smile and for some reason she couldn't quite remember her heart sped up. Izzie's voice interrupted their moment from far away.

"Uh, Meredith?" She turned, staring quizzically at her friend.

"What? Don't you see the hot man sitting next to me? I'm in the middle of something, Iz."

"Mere, you and Shepherd aren't exactly together anymore, remember?" Izzie hissed behind her hand. Meredith simply gave a high-pitched laugh and waved her off.

"Well he's here with me, isn't he?"

The clearing of a throat broke up what would've broken into an all out bar fight if Meredith didn't understand Izzie's point in the next five seconds. "Excuse me, Doctor Stevens, but would you mind if I talk to Meredith for a minute?" Derek was sporting his stupid grin again and Izzie could tell Meredith was shivering under his thoughtful gaze. Snatching another shot glass from the bar and downing it, Izzie stood up, heading in the general direction of the bathroom. Meredith was fairly certain she heard the word 'adultery' as Izzie faded from view. Then again she could very well have been hallucinating under the amount of alcohol she had consumed. There was always that possibility.

"So, what'd you want to talk to me about, Derek?" Meredith murmured slowly between sips of tequila. The large glass was drained in minutes much to her dismay. She pushed the glass away and began tracing a circle along the top of an empty shot glass, waiting for Joe to swing by and refill it.

"Ah, well," he eyed her cautiously, sipping from his beer as she broke into hysterical giggles. When she calmed down Derek pushed his own drink away and turned to stare at her. Meredith was staring into his eyes slightly perplexed as to why he was conveniently staring over her left shoulder. No matter, though. It was all the better for Meredith. She could stare into his eyes counting all the different shades of bluish gray were in his eyes without his thinking she was a stalker. Which she totally wasn't. "Meredith, we need to talk."

Oh, God. Almost instantly she snapped out of her drunk chic attitude and focused in on Derek's words rather then his dreamy eyes or nonexistent smile. Those four little words were the last thing anyone in a relationship wanted to hear. Nine times out of ten it meant the relationship was ending. The tenth time it meant the guy had cancer and was dying tomorrow. It was a general rule, started in high school, that if you were going to break up with someone you always opened with 'we need to talk'. Meredith secretly hoped in the back of her mind that Derek had a fatal cancer. She really didn't think she could handle being dumped right now. "Okay..."

"I slept with Addison today." Well, duh. Meredith knew that. She was fairly certain the entire surgical floor, if not the entire hospital, was aware that the Shepherds' might be repairing their marriage. Meredith still had hope that he was just getting it out of his system before the divorce became official, but that hope was slowly fading with every passing moment in this bar. "And...Well, I didn't not like it." Great, apparently Derek Shepherd still enjoyed sex with his wife. This was the perfect end to a day from hell.

"And we were together for eleven years...It seems kind of stupid to throw that all away just because of one little thing." Meredith felt her jaw drop. She had to use her hand to close her hanging chin and took a large gulp of a shot left by Cristina to calm herself enough to speak.

"One little thing? Derek, she cheated on you!" His eyes were thoughtful, dancing with a glint she knew all too well. What was that glint? Admiration? Happiness? Longing, maybe?

"I cheated on her, too. We're square." Funny he should mention squares...Meredith had half a mind to tell him she was fooling around with Sloan but she thought Derek, who was sipping casually at his beer as if the two of them were having a friendly conversation about the weather, might end up putting Mark in the hospital for a month. He might even kill him. And then she wouldn't have anyone to relieve the pain with.

Oh, God. She did not just think that. Did she? "What...what are you saying Derek?"

"Addie called the attorneys. The divorce has been postponed." She stared blankly at him. He stared steadily back. "We're trying to work things out, Meredith. Wedding vows don't say it with all that in sickness and in health crap, but a line should be added that says 'in adultery and in cheating' because sometimes, when your marriage gets boring enough or nonexistent enough that's what happens." Meredith shook her head slowly. Derek sighed and continued, "It's partially my fault that she did it. I mean, I wasn't around..."

"That's no excuse for what she did, Derek!"

She noticed that Derek didn't respond. Normally he would've snapped back instantly, as was common when they did fight. Not that they fought often, but when they did it was in quick short bursts. Then, usually they'd have a hot make out session and they'd be fine. It was 'kiss and make up' literally. He was staring blankly over her shoulder again, though this time his annoyingly adorable smile was set upon his face. Meredith wondered why for about 3.5 seconds before a voice drifted over her head. "Oh, are you talking about me?" Addison. Correction, this was the perfect end to a day from hell.

"Addie," Derek murmured in a fake irritated voice. "I didn't come waltzing over when you were talking to-" he trailed off, hiccupping slightly, "-Mark did I?" Mark? Mark was here? Meredith cast a glance over her shoulder. Sure enough, McSteamy was sitting three feet down the bar guzzling whiskey by the bottle. Despite the fact that she was completely wasted she felt suddenly buzzed on depression and anger. Derek was leaving her for the wife he was supposed to be divorcing. Addison dumped the man she used to get back at Derek. This seriously was national We-Hate-Dirty-Mistresses Day, wasn't it?

"Come on, Derek," Addison cooed distractedly. "Let's go home. Please?" The scratching high note she had used just then was enough to make Meredith stand up, hands balled into fists at her side. What she wouldn't give to be able to punch Derek Shepherd in the face right now. But as much as she hated to admit it she was definitely not over him. And she would never want to hurt him. Addison? That was a different story entirely. She was ready to pounce on her right now. But Derek stood, stretching his arms over his head before putting an arm around his wife.

"All right, Addie." He glanced around as if lost for a moment before his gaze fell upon Meredith. His eyes softened and Meredith inhaled sharply. Was there still a chance? "Sorry," Derek murmured, voice poisoned by pity. That was the last thing Meredith Grey needed right now. She didn't take to pity well, especially from the guy who had just dumped her.

"Don't." Derek looked utterly confused. Addie was giggling into his chest. This situation was getting insanely hard to bear. "Just don't. Say you're sorry. Because you're not. I can see it in your eyes." Both Derek and Addison turned away from each other to stare at her. She stood still, awaiting some sort of answer. She expected him to mutter a 'sorry' again and hurry out the door. He was digging in his pockets. A smirk appeared on his face.

"Grey, could you pick up the bill for our little talk? After all, I'm not sorry so I don't feel bad about this at all." With that Doctor McDreamy left the bar with his wife attached to his hip. Meredith stared after him with her mouth wide open. Angrily she dug in her own pockets for the money to pay for it, pissed when she found she was completely broke. A twenty-dollar bill suddenly appeared on the bar in front of her. She rotated her gaze to the left and came eye to eye with Mark.

Joe appeared in front of them and Mark spoke in a dry tone, "Paying for me, Grey, and the Shepherds' last drinks."

The bartender nodded sweeping the bill into his hands. "Nice that you two can still be friends after all that's happened." Mark didn't respond to that. He simply shook his head and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"It's pretty tacky for a doctor who makes two million dollars a year not to have enough money on him to pay for the drink he bought a guy before dropping him." Mark paused, eyeing Meredith up and down. "I'm guessing the He-Shepherd pulled the same trick on you?" He didn't really need to ask. He could see the same desperate longing look in her eyes that he knew was in his. "Come on. I only had a couple whiskeys. I'll drive you home."

Meredith probably would've fainted if she didn't have Mark to catch her when she fell sideways. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her to the door as she cried, burying her face into his jacket. "Don't worry about it, Grey. There's a lot of better-looking guys out there. You deserved better then him anyway..."

Cristina was sitting on the opposite end of the bar sipping casually from a bottle. Izzie appeared behind her looking very pale. She slumped beside Cristina and cast a lazy glance around. "Did Meredith go home with the Shepherds for a threesome or what?"

"No," Cristina murmured dully. "She went home with Sloan. Fifty says they have pity sex tonight."