Rogue: Okay, here's the next chapter. If you're wondering, it's named after a Beatles' song.

DISCLAIMER: Turns out I didn't win the auction. Shonda decided to keep the actors around and bought everyone out. Have no fear, though. I'm in the process of buying inflatable replicas of the Grey's cast.

"Derek?" She cast him a wary glance. He was struggling to pull up his pants. She was fussing with her hair near the door. They had it all planned out. If she left in a minute and he waited five minutes to head to his next consult, no one would ever have to know about this little 'I forgive you' fun in the dark session. Of course Meredith was planning on dishing out to her sex-crazed friends, but they wouldn't tell anyone. This was just too good to let slip by without a bit of bragging.

"Yeah?" He finally muttered after getting his zipper up. Derek fumbled with his drawstring for a moment before looking up, quickly running a hand through his hair. He could never perfect that bed-head look he always seemed to have on Monday mornings, but he was under the impression that if his hair looked windswept even though there was no breeze in the hospital, he looked better.

"What does this mean?" Meredith caught the slightly amused glimmer in his eyes as he tilted his head to the side, halfway through putting on a lab coat over his scrubs. Derek gave his sly smile and dropped the coat on the floor, moving forward to cup her chin in his hand. She resisted, only slightly, but he pulled her gaze to his so he was staring directly into her eyes.

"It means you're too hard to quit." He kissed her quick, pulling away just when she was starting to lean into and enjoy it. Meredith frowned slightly as he moved his hand to caress her cheek, moving a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You're more addicting then any drug on the planet." She wasn't sure whether to take this as a compliment or an insult. No matter what Derek had intended Meredith was smiling back at him like a lovesick schoolgirl. It was like the captain of the football team had asked her seventeen-year-old self out and she was stuck in that moment. It was just too good to be true.

"Now go," he urged her softly, pushing the door open for her. Meredith lingered in the doorway for a moment, looking left, then right, and left again. The coast was clear. She could make a clean break for it. But she was forgetting something. She turned on her heel and placed her hand firmly on Derek's chest. Pressing her lips to his forcefully she pulled back, clearly relishing the look of shocked pleasure dancing through his eyes.

"Goodbye, Doctor Shepherd." Meredith exited the on-call room much happier then she had entered. The rock in her stomach had disappeared; she was no longer carrying around the weight of wondering whether Derek cared or not. She was happy, just happy.

"This is exactly why you're so hard to quit!" He called after her. Meredith felt her smile pull at her lips. This was great, the feeling of happiness. But deep in the pit of her stomach she felt something else, apprehension. But Meredith was too focused replaying the last twenty-five minutes to remember why exactly she was apprehensive. How could she feel anything but happy right now? She had her McDreamy back. Everything was perfect.

She turned the corner on the prospect of heading for Really Old Guy's room. Meredith was sure the others were hiding from the world there. It was noon after all. She'd drag Cristina to the bathroom and spill her guts about Derek. Izzie would follow and beg for intimate details. The world was balanced again. But as she rounded the corner Meredith's speed decreased before she halted completely. There, standing at the nurse's station was Mark Sloan. And standing just slightly to his left was none other then Addison Shepherd. For some reason Meredith couldn't quite process at the moment she felt angry all of a sudden. Why? She and Derek had just done it in the on-call room. Why should she be feeling angry about Mark talking to Addison? People could be friends even after breaking up.

Besides, Mark Sloan was a one-night stand. There was no reason she should be feeling these odd emotions. Meredith was desperately searching for a viable excuse as to why she was feeling what she was feeling but came up with nothing. There was the fact that she was oddly possessive about her things. But Mark wasn't hers. She hadn't really marked her territory. Well, she had. But she hadn't publicly marked him as hers. What was this feeling anyway? Whatever it was was eating away at her insides and Meredith didn't like it. Two minutes ago she had been happy. Now she was just being eaten away at like some sort of poisonous acid was making its way to her brain.

Mark turned away from Addison and headed in Meredith's direction. Even from ten feet away Meredith could make out the wide grin on his face. The plastic surgeon shifted the chart he was holding to the opposite hand as he passed her. "Doctor Grey," he murmured in a particularly smug sort of tone. She vaguely wondered why before turning as he walked and catching the strange glint in his eyes. Meredith knew that look. That was the look Mark Sloan had after steamy sex. Her eyes widened slightly as she glared at his retreating back, wishing nothing more then that Addison Shepherd would fall off the face of the earth. Then she would have both of her men all to herself.

Wait. Derek was her man. Mark was her man. Since when did Meredith have two men? It wouldn't have been so bad if said men got along. But these two just might kill each other. There was no sight of a pleasant threesome in her immediate future. "Doctor Sloan," she returned quickly. Mark cast a glance over his shoulder. There it was again, that playful 'I-just-did-it-with-a-hot-chic' look he pulled off so well. And there was that strange bubbling sensation in the pit of her stomach. God, what was that?

As Addison Shepherd breezed by her with the same satisfied Derek always wore after sex Meredith's heart sank. She had just realized what that weird possessive feeling was. Meredith really wished she didn't have this feeling, but there was no alternative to it. If she wouldn't have received a series of concerned stares from the hospital staff, she would have started slamming her head into the nearest wall. As it was Meredith simply continued walking, considerably more annoyed then she had been three minutes ago.

Meredith Grey was jealous.

To be more specific, Meredith Grey was jealous that her one-night stand was having sex with other women.

Why couldn't she just be one of those people who could have sex with no strings attached? Why couldn't she be someone who could have no emotional attachment to her sex buddies? Why, Meredith wondered, did she have to have emotions? Why did she have to have feelings?

More importantly why did she have to have feelings for Mark Sloan? Oh, God. She did not just admit that to herself. She didn't.

As Cristina always reminded her denial was the first step to any addiction. So, did that mean Meredith was addicted to Mark? Was she addicted to sex with Mark? Was she addicted to sex in general? Well, that had already been established. The big question here was, did she really have emotional attachment to Mark Sloan or was it just jealousy spurred by the fact that Addison Shepherd had had sex with her man first?

The question itself didn't really scare her. The answer was another story. Luckily Meredith was saved the potentially traumatizing answer to that question by the shrill beeping of her pager. Meredith had never been more thankful for being an intern in her life.

Of course, she reminded herself as she walked briskly in the direction of Bailey's call, if she wasn't an intern she never would have met Derek or Mark. And if she had never met Derek or Mark she wouldn't be having these problems. The problems were difficult, but as much as Meredith hated to admit it she wouldn't have it any other way. She had a thing for hot sex with two very desirable men. So sue her.

GA

After an exhausting afternoon of tending to patients' every whim Meredith practically collapsed on top of Really Old Guy. The other four were positioned at strategic points in the room. George and Izzie were playing cards on the floor. Cristina was buried in a textbook. Alex was stitching up a banana, probably one that came off of Really Old Guy's daily lunch tray. Vaguely Meredith wondered why the nurses even bothered to bring food into a room where the patient was in a coma but shrugged it off. She was too tired, too annoyed, and too plain confused to bother with thinking anymore. "I'm taking another vow of celibacy," she announced to the room. None of her companions acknowledged her. No one even rolled their eyes. "Hello, anyone gonna ask why?"

"What, you mean the fact that you're sleeping with two guys who hate each other?" Alex asked as he flung his sutured banana onto the windowsill. "That's old news, Grey. Everyone in the entire hospital knows that you were with Sloan last night." A smug smirk slid onto Alex's face. "Well, everyone besides the Shepherds." Meredith groaned into her arm as Izzie laid down her hand.

"Gin," she said simply causing George to groan in annoyance. "Don't worry about it, Mer. We only have another hour and then we're outta here. Afterwards we can go to Joe's and-" Meredith gave a highly noticeable fake laugh.

"No, Izzie," she stated, waving a finger in the air, "We are not going to Joe's. The last time we went to Joe's ended with me, drunk, in Mark Sloan's pants." Meredith buried her face in her arms and inhaled deeply. She was surprised to hear two echoes of the same sigh. Cristina was staring at her, that odd I Know What You Did Last Summer sort of stare.

"Come on," Cristina muttered dumping her book in Alex's lap. Izzie had already made her way to the door and was leaning against the doorframe. Meredith shot the pair a questioning gaze. Cristina offered a hollow laugh. "You need to talk. You don't like talking to no one. So Izzie and I get to sit in the bathroom and be your counselors." She yanked Meredith to her feet and dragged her toward the door. George was hovering awkwardly near Really Old Guy's bed.

"Hey, why don't I get to listen to the counseling session?" He paused, now staring at the floor. "I have to hear the sex recaps. Why can't I hear the interesting stuff?"

Izzie poked her head back into the room. "Sorry, George, girl talk."

Alex chucked the stitched banana across the room. It hit George square in the face. "If it's girl talk why aren't you invited, O'Malley?"

"Shut up..."

"So I'd just made up with Derek, had sex with him, and was all relieved inside because we weren't fighting our emotions anymore. But then I see Mark with Addison and this green eyed monster jumps out of me and roars. Like I care if Mark talks to the She-Shepherd," Meredith finished with an exasperated sigh. Izzie was perched on the end of the counter between two sinks. She rubbed her eyes in an overwhelmed sort of way before hopping down from the counters and arching a brow at Meredith. "What?"

Izzie rolled her eyes slightly. "Do you care if Sloan talks with Addison?"

Meredith gave a dangerously shrill laugh. "No." Izzie was still staring. "I do not care if Mark Sloan talks to Addison Shepherd! They can make out in the on-call room for all I care!" Her voice dropped slowly and she began fiddling with a loose strand of hair. Meredith had the sick sort of feeling, you know one of her famous feelings, that that was exactly what Mark and Addison had been doing. Or maybe they had been doing the same thing she and Derek had been doing. Now that was a disturbing thought.

"Okay," Izzie conceded, pausing for only a second before launching into another potentially embarrassing question. "Do you care if Sloan and Addison sleep together?" Silence filled the room besides the trickling sound coming from the only occupied stall. It stopped abruptly and a series of annoyed swearing filled the otherwise quiet room.

"Damn it, Izzie! I told you to keep her talking!" The sound of ripping toilet paper cut off another string of curses from Cristina. "You know I can't pee when it's all quiet!" Meredith shot Izzie a questioning glance, but found her friend currently incapable of intelligent speech; she was too caught up in a laugh attack to be paying much attention to Meredith.

The stall burst open and a pissed off Cristina stomped toward the sinks, shoving Izzie out of the way and washing her hands. Staring at Meredith through the reflecting of the mirror Cristina gave a snort. "About the question you asked Meredith obviously cares that Sloan's sleeping with Addison Shepherd. Even if it was a one-night stand it was still sex, which usually means something. Seriously."

"Seriously?" Izzie echoed, now leaning against the closed door to one of the stalls. Her gaze drifted to Meredith, who once again had the strange urge to slam her head into the wall repeatedly. "So, just to make this clear, you're sleeping with McDreamy and McSteamy, but neither knows you're sleeping with the other, and you're pissed off because Sloan's sleeping with Addison Shepherd?"

"No!" Meredith gritted her teeth at the obvious on the verge of laughter look Izzie was wearing. Cristina was leaning against the sinks, an eyebrow arched.

"You're not mad that Sloan's sleeping with Montgomery-Shepherd?" Cristina shrugged. "Your funeral. Let's just hope you don't get syphilis. Then it'll end up over the entire hospital in the span of three hours." Izzie and Cristina exchanged glances. Meredith could see the laughter in Izzie's eyes. Cristina was wearing a smug sort of 'let me take a bow' look.

"No," Meredith growled, turning to glare at both of them. Izzie and Cristina turned their attention to her, looks varying from Izzie's perplexed to Cristina's entertained. "I'm not mad that Mark's sleeping with Addison because I don't know that he's sleeping with Addison!" Izzie glanced about the bathroom with a deer in the headlights expression. She checked the stalls quickly to make sure no one else was in there. Now would be a very bad time for anyone else to be eavesdropping on their conversation. Cristina simply laughed.

"Right, Mer, you only said you saw the pleasured look in his eye." She paused, hopping back onto the counter and shrugging. "Like I said, do what you want. It might be fun to see the entire surgical floor break out with syph again." Meredith opened her mouth to respond just as the door opened. The three interns shared shocked expressions varying in degree as Addison Shepherd slipped inside. Meredith snatched a paper towel from the dispenser and slammed it into the garbage can before slipping out of the room. If she was in the same room with that woman for more then thirty seconds, she might end up beating her face in.

Addison moved toward the mirror, casting the remaining inters a bemused look. "Did I miss something?"

Izzie shook her head. "No, Meredith's just PMSing."

Meredith was making her way down the stairs at a brisk pace. If she kept moving, she wouldn't do anything stupid. Besides, she wasn't sure of anything yet. She would just wait until after work and then talk to Mark. Or not talk to him, depending on her decision on who the hell she wanted to sleep with. The problem here was she wanted to sleep with Derek. But she wanted to sleep with Mark too. This was probably what was meant by the expression 'can't have your cake and eat it, too'. Whoever wrote that needed to burn in hell.

As she rounded the corner on the landing, Meredith nearly rammed right into someone. Quickly sidestepping them she muttered a hurried 'sorry' and took a step forward. The voice that replied caused her to stop dead in her tracks. "Whoa, in a hurry, Grey?" Mark. Meredith swerved around, anger flaring in her eyes. Mark took a step back, holding his hands up in a retreating gesture. "Sorry. Bad day?"

Meredith opened her mouth to answer, thought better of it and shook her head. She closed her mouth, opened it again, and sighed. This went on for nearly twenty seconds before she finally blurted out "Did you sleep with Addison?" Mark shot her a quizzical look. Sighing in defeat, he spoke.

"Yeah. But you slept with Derek, right?" There was a playful sort of gleam in his eyes. Mark was wearing his patented grin again. It was almost impossible for Meredith to be upset with him. He just looked so devious with his perfect smile and sparkling eyes.

"...Yeah." The two stared at each other for a moment before she practically lunged forward, pushing him into the wall. Mark let out a slightly surprised murmur but was unable to get his sentence out because her lips were on top of his almost instantly. Once he realized what was going on, he relaxed into it and kissed back. Meredith pulled back, head cocked slightly to one side. He moved a stray hair out of her face and smiled down at her, a question poised in his eyes. "What?"

"Does this mean we're not fighting?" She answered with another deep kiss. Again, the beeping of a pager broke the two from their bond. This time it was Mark's. Sighing heavily he pulled away, planting a soft kiss atop her head before heading up the stairs. "Sorry about this," he called once a flight of stairs above her. "I promise someday we will be able to do this while sober."

"I'll hold you to that promise," Meredith called back, a grin playing upon her lips. Sighing heavily she headed through the nearest door and walked in the general direction of the locker room. Derek materialized out of a patient's room and fell into step next to her.

"Hey," he offered.

"Hey," she replied a little too quickly. Derek gave her a suspicious stare before laughing under his breath.

"What, were you making out with someone in the stairwell? Is there something I should know about?" After a moment of Meredith stiffening up and falling silent, gaze counting the tiles on the floor below, Derek laughed lightly. "So, what are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing," she answered truthfully. In the back of her mind she was sifting through the day's events. Two men, two make out sessions, two doses of hot sex. For an adulterous whore Meredith Grey wasn't doing half bad.