A/N: I found some time to write this. Yay!

Disclaimer: So there were lots of sneak peeks shown. If I owned the show I wouldn't have had to watch the MerDer one 15 times…

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Meredith drove her rented jeep down the icy, dark streets of Seattle, making her way to the local supermarket to get some food for Derek's trailer. Stupid health nut only had fruit, Muesli, milk, uncooked meat, and some vegetables. Meredith couldn't eat like that. Her apartment was always stocked with what Derek deemed "heart attack food". Cold pizza, bread, coffee all sat in her fridge; take out menus covered her kitchen counter; and cookies, chips and some dip always stocked her cabinets. Since they'd met, Meredith and Derek had their obvious differences. Derek was pretty neat, Meredith…wasn't. Meredith was the girl with pink hair in high school; Derek was her band geek best friend; she ate unhealthily, he was a health nut. Through it all they were still a perfect match.

Suddenly Meredith felt the car jolt in the car and a sharp pain in her leg. She bit back a moan and pushed the door to her car open, checking out what happened. Immediately she noticed the overturned limo that must have skidded and hit her jeep. Quickly she took out her phone, dialing 911 before rushing to the limo to assess damage. A man in army uniform made his way towards Meredith. "Major Owen Hunt," he introduced himself. "Trauma surgeon."

"Meredith Grey," she nodded, "neurosurgical attending."

"Help me get these guys out," he commanded. She nodded and the slowly extracted the two men that they could. Before Meredith knew it, one had an ink pen jabbed in his throat.

"What the hell?" she asked Major Hunt.

"Emergency trache," he answered in a monotone as he began to blow into the pen.

"Do you have some kind of towel or anything? This guy is bleeding pretty fast," Meredith asked in distress trying to figure out how to stop the guy's bleeding. He shook his head no. Looking around once more, she gave up. "Screw it," she muttered shrugging her jacket off and pulling off her shirt. Meredith balled up the shirt and put it against the man's gaping wound. Dr. Hunt stared at Meredith, thinking to himself that she was pretty hardcore herself to take off her shirt in the middle of winter to help a patient.

The paramedics arrived soon after, quickly cleaning up the scene as Meredith and Major Hunt barked out orders, including Meredith's request that someone tow her car back to the hospital because she was still holding her shirt against the man. The ride to Seattle Grace was quick and doctors met the three ambulances. Derek and a blonde, young looking doctor met Meredith's.

"Mer," Derek said, shocked. "You…you're not wearing a shirt."

"Can we stop talking and get this man inside?" she said professionally, jumping out of the ambulance as a paramedic pushed the gurney out.

"Mer, you want a scrub top?" he asked his best friend, her half naked figure making him a little breathless.

She nodded, focusing on her patient's injuries. Derek asked a nurse sweetly to get a royal blue scrub shirt for the attending. Meredith quickly relinquished her hold on the man's side to another doctor as a scrub top arrived for her. Briskly putting it on she followed Derek out of the room. "What were you thinking?" he snapped.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Taking off your shirt in the middle of the street? Showing up in the hospital shirtless? It was completely unprofessional."

"Unprofessional?!" she shouted. "I was saving a man's life! We had no gauze or anything! What was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, maybe wait for the paramedics," he suggested sarcastically.

"They weren't…why is this even an issue? I'm fully clothed now."

"It was unprofessional and embarrassing as your best friend."

"So now I'm an embarrassment?"

"No I…"

"Save it Derek," she huffed. "I'll be in your office because I don't have a car."

As she stormed off he noticed red wetness seeping from her thigh. "Mer, your leg!" he called after her.

"What?" she asked, still visibly angry as she turned around.

"It's bleeding. Let me look at it."

"No," Meredith snapped. "It'd probably be embarrassing. You'd have to look at me with my pants off."

"Mer please, you're my best friend, I just want to help."

"Fine," she narrowed her eyes as she walked towards an exam room with him trailing behind her.

Derek took out the necessary suture materials as Meredith lay back on the exam table with her pants off. "I'm sorry Mer, I over reacted."

"Whatever."

"Are we okay?"

"Yeah," she smiled slightly as his pager went off.

"Crap," he groaned. "Gotta take this…I'll get someone from plastics to fix you up."

"Okay, I'll be in your office later," she reminded him.

"Got it," Derek nodded, walking out the door. About five minutes later a large masculine figure walked into the small room.

"Ms…"

"Grey," Meredith said looking up and seeing the familiar face of her second best friend.

"Mer?" Mark asked excitedly.

"Markie!" she exclaimed, pushing herself off the table to hug her friend.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was driving and there was an accident."

"Are you okay?" Meredith lay back down, exposing the gash on her leg. "I can fix that and I won't even leave a scar. I'm that good," he answered cockily.

"Less talky more leg fixing."

"Bossy as ever," he mumbled. "So have you seen Rose yet?" Mark asked as he injected her leg.

"Yep… still a pushy, bitch who looks like a horse."

"I don't know why Derek is even with her," he shrugged. "The man could have almost any girl out there… they call him McDreamy."

"He hates that doesn't he?" Meredith laughed.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

"I'll make sure to use it."

"Good…but hell, you're in love with him…"

"I'm…no…that's…"

"Meredith it's obvious to everyone but him."

"Seriously?" she frowned.

Mark nodded. "I've known since college."

"College…am I really that bad?"

"You are really that bad," he assured her, placing a band-aid over her thigh. "Okay, we're done here. I'll just get you some scrub pants."

"Mark…" she called after him as he opened the door.

"Yeah?" he asked turning around.

"You... you're not going to tell right?"

"Of course not," he smiled before shutting the door behind him.

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Getting bored of sitting in Derek's office, Meredith began to wander through the hospital. Seeing her friend standing with two female residents, standing in front of a nurse's station looking into a patient's room, she walked up to them. "What's going on?" she asked Derek.

"Say it," the short one said smiling. Meredith vaguely remembered her as Derek's friend Miranda Bailey.

"Don't make me say it," he pleaded, his smile just as wide as hers.

"Please. Say it. Say it for me," she paused. "Though it's technically not true yet."

Derek smiled, conceding. "We made a man walk."

"We made a man walk!" Dr. Bailey smiled laughing.

"We made a man walk!" the tall one exclaimed. The two walked away giggling, leaving Meredith and Derek alone. They watched as the man's wife walked into his room tearfully and sat beside him.

"So," Meredith started, "you going to tell me about your day?"

"Let's go back to the trailer and I'll tell you all about how I made a man walk."

"Can we get some cheesecake?"

"Definitely."

They quickly made their way back to his office and Derek grabbed his brief case. They began their journey down the halls of the hospital.

"Derek, Dr. Grey," Chief Webber called after them.

"Hello Chief Webber," Meredith smiled, extending her hand to him.

"How are you Dr. Grey?"

"Fine."

"If you ever want a change of scenery…"

"There's an available position in neurosurgery. I'm aware of this."

"I've tried Chief. She won't budge."

"Think about it Dr. Grey," the chief nodded as he walked away.

"Let's go. I want my cheesecake," she smiled grabbing his arm.

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A/N: Hope you liked it.