I don't own Grey's Anatomy. I sure wish I did.
Meredith rolled over in bed. She had actually slept pretty good. The bathroom door was shut, and she could hear the water running. She glanced over at the clock. She still had five more minutes to lay there. She stared up at the ceiling, thinking about the night before. She could still smell him. It was intoxicating, and his touch, she longed for it. Derek had a way of making her feel safe. She didn't really know him, but she did know that when she was around him, the rest of the world disappeared. Stop thinking about this. You are both unavailable! He has Holly, even if he doesn't love her. The alarm went off, Meredith rolled over to his side of the bed, and leaned over turning it off. Something caught her eye. There lying next to his briefcase was a single sheet of paper. She leaned down and grabbed it. She gasped when she read the first line. She got right out of bed and opened the bathroom door. Chase was standing there, flossing his teeth. He looked in the mirror at her.
"What is this?" She demanded, holding the piece of paper up.
"Uh, that would be my resignation." He said, stating the obvious.
"I know what it is! Why did you write it?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips. He led her over to the bed, and sat her down, he knelt in front of her.
"Meredith. You mean a lot to me. I don't want to live like this, you sneaking over, me sneaking over. The kisses in the scrub room, sex in my office. I want to show you off. I want to tell everyone about you. So, I am resigning." He said sweetly, looking into her eyes. She smiled, then her face dropped.
"No! No, absolutely not! I will not let this happen. Being Chief of Surgery is a big honor. Surgeons dream of that. You enjoy it. I will not have you throw that away for me." She said loudly.
"Meredith." He tried to speak.
"No!" She said, ripping the paper in half. "I will not have you resent me. I will not let you give this up. We will make it work. Please, if you care about me, don't do this. I won't be able to forgive myself. Please?" She said sympathetically. She wasn't sure why, but she was hell bent on him not resigning. Was it Derek? Was she afraid that if he did it, and they ended the relationship, that he would regret his decision.
"Meredith." He said, staring into her eyes.
"Please." She said softly.
"Okay. Okay, but I am only doing it because of you." He said, shaking his head.
"You better go..." Meredith suggested, knowing they were getting closer and closer to getting caught by George and Izzie.
"See you later. How about dinner? At Angelo's?" He asked.
"Sounds good." She smiled and kissed him softly. "Bye." Chase snuck out the door and down the hall. Meredith went in the bathroom to get ready. When she emerged she sat down on the bed. She held her head in her hands. Chase was willing to give up a lot for her, and she couldn't even say 'I love you.' She laid her head back and caught sight of the picture. Holly wasn't getting away with this, not this time. She folded it up, and shoved it in her pocket, heading downstairs.
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"You are on Shepherd's case, since it got bumped yesterday. Go find him." Miranda Bailey barked at Meredith. She ran off and immediately found Derek talking to Holly. Meredith shot Holly a nasty glare. Holly was wondering if the Chief had talked to her yet.
"Oh, Meredith how are you today, Hon?" Holly said happily, but she had nasty undertones.
"I am wonderful, how are you, Dear?" Meredith shot back. Derek just looked back and forth between the women. He felt like a rose between two thorns.
"I am great. Derek, I have to go." She said, pulling him into a kiss that made Meredith turn away and gag. Holly walked away seductively. Holly hadn't realized that Derek wasn't even watching her.
"So, you have your surgery today..." She smiled. "I have been assigned to you." Meredith said nervously. She was a little nervous, but she was giving it to him. She was just waiting for the right time.
"Good. Well, the tests have been run. Maybe this time we will make it into the Operating Room." He laughed, she ran off to prep their patient.
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The surgery had gone well. It was textbook. Derek asked her a lot of questions about the procedure. All of which she got right. She was extremely talented. Meredith looked up to see Chase in the Gallery. He flashed her a smile, which she returned. He knew it was there, even if it was under her surgical mask. They were just finishing up the surgery. Meredith walked into the scrub room, Derek right behind her.
"I had a great time last night." Derek said. Meredith looked over, and Derek flashed her a smile.
"I did too, but--" Her face dropped, and he looked worried.
"What?" He said, waiting for the bad news that he knew was coming.
"It's not going to happen again." She said, looking at the floor. She didn't want to look into his eyes.
"Why? Did I do something wrong?" He said, wondering if he had crossed some invisible line.
"Derek. Um. Okay, fine." She raised her voice. "You need to put a lease on the bitch of a girlfriend of yours. I am not going to lose my internship because of her. If she goes to Chase--The Chief one more time, I swear. I am not going to lie here and let her walk over me, Derek."
"What do you mean?" He said, looking at her like she was crazy. "Calm down!" He raised his voice.
"Here." She shoved the folded up picture of them into his hands. He unfolds it and looks.
"Where did this--" He started to say.
"It was hand delivered to me by the Chief this morning. Thanks to your girlfriend." She shouted.
"What? How do you know it was her?" He said, getting irritated by her insinuation.
"Get a fucking clue Derek! I'm sure it was taken by a cellphone. Her cellphone!" She ranted. "This is a waste of time. I don't think we can talk anymore. Obviously she isn't secure enough to let you have any human contact. I need to check on our patient." She flung the door open and walked out. Derek stood there looking at the photo. It was a very hot picture. He looked at Meredith in the photo. She was beautiful. He looked at the trash can. He went to throw it out, but something stopped him. He needed it, he wanted to look at it again. He folded it up, and placed it in his pocket.
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"You look happy. In an angry, hateful way." Cristina said loudly as Meredith walked to the table full of interns.
"I hate Holly. She is a bitch." Meredith ranted, and sat down heavily in her chair.
"What now?" Izzie asked. She pretty much kept her mouth shut after the Ian incident.
"She sent a picture of Derek and I at the bar, to the Chief." Meredith furrowed her brow, as she took a bite of her salad.
"Ouch." Cristina said, laughing. "So this picture, what were you doing exactly?"
"Playing darts. I mean come on..." Meredith said trying to convince them.
"Oh that..." Alex said like he knew more than everyone else.
"What does that mean?" Cristina asked, looking at Alex, then Meredith.
"Oh, she and McDreamy were pretty chummy last night. Playing darts, no. Getting ready to mount, oh yes." Alex started boldly, and shoved food in his mouth.
"What?" Said Izzie, almost spitting out her drink.
"I don't think so. He was teaching me to play darts." She said innocently. "Nothing happened."
"I'm sure it didn't. Only because you were surrounded by a bar full of people." Alex mentioned.
"Oh, whatever." Meredith rolled her eyes.
"So, how soon? Before you and McDreamy do the nasty nasty?" Cristina said with a laugh.
"Never. I am happy with--" Meredith started to say, everyone leaned in. "You thought I would say it!" She laughed, everyone moaned.
"By the way, did you guys have a fight? It sounded like you had a fight last night." George chipped in.
"There was no fighting." Meredith said with a smile.
"I think he is really Spiderman. I have no idea how he gets in our house." Izzie pondered. "It's actually kind of creepy."
"Why can't you just trust us?" George asked innocently.
"Funny." Meredith said as she glanced around the table of gossipers. "Someday...at his funeral." She laughs. "I'm kidding. You have to wait for the right time!"
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Derek found his way to Holly's office during his lunch hour. She wasn't there. He could wait. He had to wait. The office was perfect, everything was in it's place. He saw a picture of the two of them on the shelf. It was taken the night they had gone out to dinner with his Mom. His Mom never liked Holly. She said she had a stick up her ass. Which actually described her perfectly.
"Oh, Derek." She said with a smile. "What's going on?"
"Did you send a picture of Meredith and I to the Chief of Surgery?" He asked sharply, anger in his eyes.
"What? What picture? You and Meredith? Why were you and Meredith together?" She asked, pretending to be oblivious to what was going on.
"Someone sent a picture of Meredith and I playing darts to the Chief." Derek stated flatly. He didn't want her to think that there was something going on.
"When were you and Meredith playing darts?" She asked softly, looking at the floor.
"So you did send it?" He asked, ignoring her question?" He looked at her, she didn't look him in the eyes, which made him have a small bit of doubt in the back of his mind.
"No." She said, staring out into the hallway.
"Well, okay then. See you tonight." He answered, walking out into the hallway, and not looking back at her.
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Derek parked his car in front of Holly's house. He pulled the picture out of his pocket for the umpteenth time. He couldn't help it. He studied the picture. He ran his finger down the curve of Meredith's body. They fit together perfectly. Holly was so uptight. Meredith was free spirited. Holly was perfect in every way. Meredith was messy, and distracted. He looked at the picture one more time before folding it and placing it back in his pocket. He walked up to the door of the house. He didn't want to go in. He didn't want to walk into fantasy land. It couldn't be her. She was uptight, she was perfect. She didn't send pictures to the Chief. She didn't sabotage people. He stuck his key in the lock. Maybe he would be lucky and it wouldn't work. No such luck. He opened the door. The house was perfect. Gag you perfect. Everything had a place, if it was moved, Holly would lose it. It set her over the edge. He pulled his shoes off and looked around. He didn't see her. The bathroom door was shut. He knocked, and heard a faint "Come in."
"Hey." She said as he walked in. She was laying in the bathtub. He just looked at her indifferently. He didn't find it sexy or repulsive. He leaned in and gave her a kiss. Not out of love. He felt that he had to. It was out of necessity for her.
"Hey. You almost done?" He asked, not knowing what else to say. He wanted to scream, 'Did you send it?' He wasn't sure what to think anymore.
"Yeah, I am, actually." She said, climbing out of the bathtub. He hands her a towel. For a moment, a quick moment, he wished it was Meredith standing there before him. She grabbed his hand and led him to the bed. He followed like a lost puppy. She unbuttoned his shirt and began peeling his clothes off. He was like a robot. He wasn't turned on. He closed his eyes as he laid back on the bed. She kissed his chest. He felt her climb onto him. She let out a slight moan as she began to rock. It was dull. Making love to her had always been dull. She let out another quiet moan.
"Oh, Meredith." He moaned.
"WHAT?" Holly screamed as she jumped off of him.
"What?" Derek said quietly. "What's the matter?" His eyes opened quickly.
"You just said "Oh, Meredith"!" She said loudly, throwing clothes on.
"No, I didn't." He pleaded, knowing full well that he did say it. It was an accident. She had entwined herself in all of his thoughts.
"I knew it. I just knew it. Are you screwing her? Please tell me you are not screwing her!" She cried out.
"No. I would never do that to you. I do not have feelings for Meredith Grey!" He yelled. He jumped off the bed and pulled a pair of flannel pants on. He started to talk, try to explain.
"Don't!" She yelled.
She laid down on the bed next to him. The both faced opposite directions not saying a word. Derek didn't feel bad about saying it. He laid there for an hour. She had been awake, he could tell by the way she was breathing. He had screwed up, and he knew it. After a while, her breathing became shallow, she was asleep. Now he felt like he could think without her knowing. He knew she couldn't read his thoughts, but he felt better about it now. He thought about Meredith. He didn't know why he was so obsessed with her. She was not the kind of girl that he would go for in the past. Then the picture flashed in his mind. They even looked good together, perfect actually. It was on the table. The cellphone. It held the truth and he knew it. That is, unless she had deleted it. That little cellphone knew it all. He couldn't, could he? It would be wrong, right? He had to. He softly climbed out of the bed, and went to her bedside table, unhooking the phone from the charger. He went to the corner and sat in the chair. As he flipped the phone open, it shed an eerie glow on his face. He started going through the menus. He went to her pictures. He held his breath as he started scrolling through them. He sighed relief, it wasn't there. Then, he saw it. It was the last one. At first he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. It was the exact picture. Meredith was right. She was right the whole time. Holly sat up in bed.
"Derek, what are you doing?" She said in a fearful voice.
"You lied to me." He said loudly and stern. His face was angry.
"What?" She said, then realized what he was doing. "I can explain..."
"Explain what? How you played me. How you are so insecure you won't let me around anyone else. Or how you tried to sabotage an innocent intern." He yelled loudly, standing up. "I was just a pawn in your game."
"Wait!" She yelled, climbing out of bed.
"No. I'm done." Derek said as he put his shoes on and walked out. He felt like a harlequin in a pantomime.
He got in his car and drove to his trailer. He wanted to go to Meredith's right then and apologize, but he didn't. He wanted to run up to her room and hold her, but he didn't. Instead he walked into his lonely trailer. He didn't care if it was lonely, at least it was free of lies and deceit. He laid down in the bed he had been away from for so long. He thought sleep would come, but it didn't. It wasn't even Holly on his mind. It was Meredith. It wasn't her laugh or her smile. He couldn't figure out why this had bothered her so much. She obviously wasn't in trouble with the Chief. She had been scrubbing in on surgeries left and right. The Chief hadn't taken any real stock in Holly's claims or Derek and Meredith would have been punished. So why did she care? It was almost as if it were personal. He thought back at the conversations that he had with Chase Carter. Chase was obviously not happy that Derek was around Meredith. He thought about Chase grabbing Meredith in the scrub room. The first time at the bar, Meredith said she had been on a date, and he had to leave in the middle, like a doctor on-call. And then there fact that Meredith wouldn't tell anyone who her boyfriend was. And then he remembered something else. The Astin Martin that picked her up from the bar that night. It was the same Astin Martin that pulled up next to him on Thursday morning. "Holy shit! Chase Carter is Meredith's secret!" He said out loud, willing it to be untrue.
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So Derek has a big light bulb over his head now. Now I have to find a way to punish super bitch. Any ideas? She should probably stick around awhile and be a thorn in everyone's side right? Oh, and since you all love Chase so much, I think he and Meredith should get married and have seven kids named Chase. Just kidding, he is still going. There is so much happening in this story right now. I am trying to get Ellis in here too.