Aiden belongs to me, while all other GA characters belong to Shonda Rhimes, but we all know that, right? ;)

Meredith got home early, being greeted by wonderful smells that filled the air. Walkig into the kitchen, she smiled seeing Aiden cooking away, "I didn't know you cooked." She greeted him, entering the kitchen, giving him a small kiss.

"Tonight I do!" He smiled, kissing her back before getting back to what he was doing.

"So," she leaned agains the counter, "Whats the occasion? Should I go slip into something else?"

"Hah, sorry to dissapoint you Mer, but we are having a guest tonight, so no see through lingerie or undies!" He laughed, "But go ahead and change, make yourself comfy."

"Oh," Meredith said dissapointingly an embarassed, "Ok then, I'm gonna go put on some sweats."

"Alright babe, hurry."

As he continued cooking, Meredith made her way upstairs. She browsed through her drawers, looking for something nice, but cozy at the same time. But, she coudlnt find anything other than ratty old shirst with holes in them and sexy see through lingerie. Sighing, she made her way into the bathroom to fix herself up; afterall, she didnt even know who was coming. She added a bit of make-up and curled her hair, putting on nice, heeled shoes. As she made her way downstairs, the doorbell rang, and she saw Aiden rush to the door, throwing off the apron and cookign mit that he was just wearing. She was to the bottom step before he swung the door open, revealing an all too familiar face. The smile that she wore suddenly dissapeared as she saw him standing in the door. Her breath was taken away as she saw him go through the same faze. Reacting before he could, she rushed to the door, shutting it tightly, locking it.

"Meredith, what was that for???"

All she could do was slide down against the door. Letting out a heavy sigh, she placed her head in her hands, "Meredith. . ."

"No!" She stood up, "Just no! Do not let him in! I don't know who pulled this stupid prank," Her voice was raising, Derek now being able to hear her from the other side of the door, "And frnkly, I don't care, but you will NOT let him into MY house, are we clear?"

"But, but Mer, " He began, being cut off by her again.

"No! I dont want to hear it!! It is over if you let him in, ok?? Thats how serious it is, OVER. PERIOD. Do not Ever let him into this house." She stormed into her bedroom, slamming the door shut. Aiden had no clue what was going on, but obviously they had a past together. Aiden opened the door to talk to Derek and appologize, afterall, she said that he couldnt come in, not that he couldnt talk to him, but when he opened the door, Derek as well as his car was gone. Aiden didnt understand, he thought he would be doing her a favor -- he saw her at least once a week researching him, looking up everythng on him, there was no reason that she should be reacting in this way. Convinced that he was right, he made his way up to her room. Opening the door, he found her laying on her back the floor, staring intently at the ceiling.

"Meredith."

"I would rather not right now, Aiden," She said, rather softly.

Sighing, he took another step toward her, "Alright Meredith, here it goes: I don't care. I want to hear it. . . .You just, you just need to tell me if this is going to work out. If you don't tell me, it's over.This is how serious it is, over. Period." She looked at him, he held a stern front; Meredith thought she knew that he would never do that to her, but she sure as Hell wasn't going to take the chance. Without saying a word, she got up, pushing past him and heading down the hall. Reaching the attic, she pulled down the stairs and headed up quickly. He was confused; Aiden really was dumbfounded in fact, he had absolutely no clue what she was up to. Suddenly, a large red suit case hit the floor in front of him, causing him to jump and scream. "What was that for?" He yelled up at her as she emerged from the attic. Still, without a word, she pushed the ladder back up, draging the large pack behind her on the small wheels into her room. He followed closely behind her. Carelessly tossing the bag onto the floor, she turned to him, "Sit." She commanded as she searched through her drawers. He did, watching as she pulled a razor knife out of her small drawer, cutting open the old, dusty ducktape. Throwing open the top, she revealed dozens upon dozes of photographs piled on top of each other. She sat down next to him, his mouth hanging open in awe as he picked up only a few of the many pictures.

"There, happy?"

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