For Meredith Grey, it was a night that was anything but normal. She had ended up at a normal bar, which she all-too-normally did, drinking her normal tequila. She felt the need to pick up a guy. She needed a good one-night stand, which was not as normal as it had once been. But it was especially abnormal because tomorrow was her first day at Seattle Grace. And that scared the crap out of her. Tomorrow was her first day to show off her years of training. Since she was an avoider, Meredith took to tequila to help her forget.
A good-looking man in a red sweater took the seat next to her. He ordered a scotch and turned his intensely blue eyes upon her. He made some attempt at small talk, which she ignored.
'Ignoring me, aren't you?' He asked, not shaken at all.
'Trying to, but you appear to be rather persistent.'
'I can be a lot of things if you'd let me.'
'You know, tonight, I just might let you.'
'I'm Derek Shepard.' He offered his hand, his rather large hand.
'Meredith.' She met his hand with her tiny one. He pulled her off the barstool gently, yet hungrily into the parking lot. He followed her back to her house, where they met again kissing ferociously on the front porch. They barely made it inside, collapsing on the couch.
Meredith and Derek had a long night ahead of them.
The torrents of light from the large windows awoke Meredith, who was asleep on the couch.
'Crap!' She exclaimed, tossing a throw pillow upon Derek's naked bottom as a crude awakening.
'Morning,' he groggily muttered.
'You have to leave, I'm late. I have to get in the shower. And I want you to not be here when I'm done.'
'You know, I've always been a fan of morning shower sex.'
'We were a one-night stand not a one-night-and-morning thing.'
'Goodbye Derek.'
He kissed her hungrily and she led him up to the shower. She had a little time to spare, she figured.
But after the shower, she forced him to leave. She quickly brushed her hair into a ponytail and threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater. And she headed off to work.