I don't own Grey's...I wish I did. I would fix things.

Meredith sat down at the kitchen table with a huff. Derek looked back and forth between she and Ian. Cristina had made a very sneaky exit out the front door, leaving them all in the same room. None of them knew what to say. There was no understanding that they were going to be able to come to. Neither Ian nor Meredith were willing to budge.

"So, what can I do to get you to divorce me?" She asked angrily.

"I don't want a divorce." Ian stated with a shrug.

"Why would you want to be with someone who doesn't want to be with you?" Derek asked dumbly.

"He has a reason." Meredith stated. "I just haven't figured out what it is yet."

Derek stared at Ian. He couldn't believe how nervy he was. Just sitting there, unwelcome and unwanted. He himself would never be in this position. Ian sat there with a smug grin on his face. Something had to be resolved. Things could not stay the way they were at the moment.

"So, how is Dad?" Meredith asked with a smile.

"Good. He misses you..." Ian trailed off.

"And the queen bitch?" Meredith asked, referring to Ian's mother.

"She passed last month." Ian said sadly.

"She's dead? I'll be damned!" Meredith said with a chuckle. Derek looked at her like she was crazy. "Thank God!"

"Meredith..." Derek whispered under his breath. Ian began to chuckle along with her.

"She didn't have anyone to torture. It killed her..." Ian laughed. "For all those years, she lived on her hatred for you."

"So that's why you're here..." Meredith said with a new found realization.

"What?" Ian asked innocently.

"What is the deal?" Meredith asked frankly. He looked down. "Tell me!" She spat.

"I have been locked out." Ian said quietly, not looking up at her.

"No money?" She asked with a chuckle.

"No money. Nothing." Ian explained. Derek looked at him in surprise. "He gave me fifty-thousand dollars and three months. He said I screwed it up and I have to fix it. He said you were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I needed to get you back. If I don't, I am cut out of everything. The money, the estate..." Ian whined. "So, please come back."

"This is for money?" Derek asked in disgust. "You want Meredith back because of money? Not because you love her?"

"I do love her." Ian clarified quickly. "I do love you..." He said as he glanced at her.

"Whatever..." Meredith said as she rolled her eyes.

"When you left, I didn't care. I won't lie... But after a while, I missed you. I missed you lying in the bed next to me, and the sound of your voice, and your snoring. I even missed your snoring. You have been a part of me for so long... It's like when a tree grows into a fence. You are the fence, and now I can't stand. A piece of my structure has been taken away." He explained.

"Oh please! Now you are likening me to a fence? No. You had your chance, nine years! You had nine years! And you chose. And you can't go back. I am done. Just because you have decided to grow up, doesn't mean that things change. I begged you to grow up. You are only here for the money. I would suggest you get a job, invest your money or become a fucking panhandler, because I am not helping you. You made your bed!" She yelled. "Now you have to lay in it. I want a fucking divorce!"

"I will have you tied up in court forever. You won't even be able to work." He said with a smile. "Not to mention your very promiscuous past..." Derek's interest was immediately piqued.

"Is that a threat?" She asked.

"It is whatever you think it is..." Ian said with a chuckle.

"Okay, what if I can convince your father to give you everything..." She suggested. "Would you divorce me then?"

"In a second!" He said quickly.

"You are an evil man." Meredith said dryly.

"I can't believe this. What is wrong with you people?" Derek asked in disgust.

"What?" They both asked him.

"Money and deceit..." Derek answered.

"I want what I deserve." Ian said loudly. "It's bad enough that I only have fifty thousand dollars. I don't know how I am supposed to live on that!" He spat.

"Are you kidding me?" Meredith asked in disbelief. "There are people who could live on that for years! You are a pampered, spoiled asshole!"

"Am not!" Ian said defensively.

"So, I would suggest you take some of your mere pittance, and get your self a very cheap motel room. Not a five star hotel with three bedrooms! And maybe you shouldn't buy the whole club drinks when you go." Meredith said with an evil laugh.

"You are a cheeky cow!" Ian spat as he slouched in his chair.

"Why don't you stay here?" Derek suggested.

"WHAT?" Meredith said quickly and loudly as her head shot toward him.

"Maybe he should just stay here. It would cut down on costs." Derek said as he shook his head.

"Can I speak to you in the other room?" She seethed, as she grabbed his arm and dragged him very quickly.

"What?" Derek asked with a furrowed brow.

"He can't stay here! And who the hell do you think you are? You didn't even ask me if he could stay in my house!" She said angrily through her teeth.

"Your house?" Derek answered, slightly hurt.

"Right now I don't have time to stroke your ego, so shut up." Meredith sneered.

"I do have something you can stroke." Derek said with a suggestive smile.

"What is with you guys and your need to dirty everything up?" She asked quickly. "You have a trailer. It has no heat, but you could stay in it..."

"What do you mean, no heat?" He asked with a confused look.

"The furnace went out a few days ago." She said nonchalantly. "You should probably get that fixed. But anyway, we have bigger problems... Like the fact that you asked him to stay!" She said with dramatic hand motions.

"Haven't you ever heard the saying..."Keep your friends close, and you enemies closer?"" He asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yeah." She said with a huff.

"Well, I don't trust that shit face as far as I can throw him. And he looks pretty damn heavy..." Derek said frankly.

"Derek..." She said with a disagreeing tone.

"Mer, you can make his life hell. In a few days, he will be begging you to divorce him. Not to mention, he will have to sleep on that lumpy couch." Derek said with a nod.

"Fine. But I am not happy about this..." She said as she glared at him and walked into the kitchen throwing the swinging door open. It swung shut before Derek made it through. He pushed it open and walked in.

"Meredith and I have decided that you should stay with us." Derek suggested.

"You are kidding me, right?" Ian said with an untrusting face.

"You heard him." She said quickly. "But there are rules."

"Rules?" Ian said as he rolled his eyes.

"YES! Rules. One, no absolutely drinking, no coming home at five a.m. trashed. B, no sex." She started, then was cut off.

"What?" He said, as he threw his head back in shock.

"Yes, no sex. With anyone. Especially my friends. I swear, if you sleep with any of my friends, I will cut it off and beat you to death with it." She said nastily.

"That is quite a complement. Being able to beat me to death with my penis..." He said with a smug smile.

"I know what equipment we are talking about here." She said frankly. "Sorry." She said with a shrug, as she looked over at Derek. "So no sex, not even with drunken bar whores. Three, there is a curfew. It changes daily, so I would suggest you are in by at least nine p.m."

"Nine p.m.?" He whined. "That's when the party starts."

"The parties you won't be at..." She reminded. He sulked. "Four, no going through my stuff. And Five, you have to pull your weight around here, no sitting on your ass. You will cut the grass, take out the trash or something. And I want you out in a week."

"What if it takes longer?" Ian asked.

"I hope it doesn't...for your sake!" She warned.

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Derek took Meredith out to her favorite little Italian restaurant. He knew she needed to get out of the house. After seeing Ian in the house all day, he was wishing he hadn't invited him to stay. At least with him there, Derek could monitor him. He trusted Meredith, but Ian, he did not. Ian was sneaky and underhanded. Meredith seemed slightly more at ease at the restaurant. And after she finished her favorite ravioli, she was completely relaxed. He knew Italian food was the way to her heart.

"You ready to go home?" He asked quietly, knowing her answer.

"No." She sighed. "No thanks to you. I am still mad at you." She warned him as she took her last sip of wine. "But we have to eventually." She said, as she stood up.

"We could stay at the trailer..." He suggested.

"And freeze?" She asked.

"I could keep you warm..." He said with a sly smile.

"I bet you could." She said as she walked towards the door. Derek put his hand on the small of her back. "I am not letting him take over my house. We are going home."

"Whatever you say. You're the boss." He said as he opened her car door for her.

"I know I am." She said sarcastically. She saw him chuckle as he walked around the front of the car.

"I can't believe you're married." He said, shaking his head.

"I am just as surprised as you are." Meredith responded. "So are you ready to go back to work?"

"Aren't I always." He said with a smile. "I can't wait to kick Hudson out." Derek said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, he's a real jerk." Meredith said frankly.

"You met Jack "off" Hudson?" Derek said with a chuckle. She joined him.

"Yeah, actually I did. I worked with him." Meredith explained.

"You mean you observed from the other side of the room..." Derek clarified.

"Pretty much. I was at the table for about five minutes." She said with a shrug.

"Really? He never lets an intern up there." Derek said with surprise.

"Well, I guess I am lucky then." Meredith said with a giggle. "Oh, and he says I should come to Seattle Presbyterian and work under him. Because he's the best, you know." She said she she busted out with laughter.

"Oh, you are kidding..." Derek said as he shook his head.

"Nope. But I did set him straight." She boasted.

"I'm sure you did!" He said with a laugh.

"Oh, it looks like someone isn't home." Meredith said, knowing he wouldn't be. "I'm sure he's out breaking rules number one, and two."

"Well, this is good, right?" Derek said. "Now I can get some sex..."

"Oh really?" She asked, raising one eyebrow. He quickly shook his head yes. "Like I would let my husband stop us anyhow."

Meredith was surprised when they walked in the house and everything was dark. George's car was in the driveway. He was on call last night, so she figured he was either asleep, or Callie picked him up. She flipped the light on by the front door and walked around. Ian's bag was in the corner of the room. Evidently he was planning on coming back. But the door was going to be locked. She knew she had to stick to her guns or he'd shoot her first.

"So, what do you want to do?" Derek asked, raising his eyebrows. He sat down on the sofa.

"You are so dirty. I'm beginning to think you are only using me for sex." She said with a giggle as she jumped on the sofa with him

"Well, not just sex." Derek said as he kissed her neck. He knew the spot. It was the spot that made her melt. It was her lock, and only he had the key.

Derek settled down into the sofa, with a little help from Meredith. She laid on top of him and kissed him deeply. Her mouth parted as his tongue slid in slowly. Their tongues danced rhythmically together. Derek slid his hands down her back and fingered the bottom of her shirt. She looked into his eyes and smiled as he slid it over her head. He leaned up, and she did the same with his dark blue polo shirt.

"I love you." She whispered, barely audible.

He smiled, acknowledging her comment. She slowly moved down and kissed his chest. She leaned back as he unclasped her black lacy bra. He threw it over the sofa and it slid somewhere across the floor. She leaned back as he methodically circled her nipple with his tongue. She could feel the bulge in his jeans. Her fingers nimbly fumbled at his belt buckle. She unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them and pulled them down slowly. She unbuttoned her own and pulled them off, letting them fall to the floor next to his. He pushed her back on the sofa and began kissing her chest. He slide off his boxers and smiled as her. He could see the smoky look in her eyes, her hair was lying around her face. He slowly slid of her tiny black thong and threw it aside. He looked into her eyes one last time, seeing look of approval, he slowly entered her. She moaned as he paused with a sigh. With each thrust, they felt closer to each other. Not physically, emotionally. They were as one. She could almost read his thoughts, he the same. He moaned as she began to tighten around him. She could feel him getting nearer to the edge. Her whole body began to tremble as her climax took over. She felt him growing inside of her. Her body began to relax, and she felt another orgasm take over. Derek shouted out as he climaxed. Meredith moaned as she felt him release inside of her. They both sighed as their sweaty bodies laid together.

"Don't ever leave me..." She whispered softly.

"I love you." He said. "And I will never, ever, leave you." Meredith felt comfortable in his arms. She smiled and laid her cheek against his chest. She sighed deeply, falling asleep against his chest.

Derek sighed as he looked down at her resting peacefully. He pulled the throw off the back of the sofa and covered them both. He could run. A lot of men would run. They wouldn't want to get involved in such a complex situation. She was married. She was married to a deceitful, selfish man. But he wasn't running, he was there for the long haul. He was running a marathon, and he knew the finish line was a great place to start.

Ian stumbled in the door around one a.m. Derek had forgotten to lock the door when they came in. Ian walked slowly to the sofa in the dark. He wasn't familiar with the house. He shuffled his feet as he walked. For him, he was barely even intoxicated. He was a drinker, he could drink anyone under the table. He put his hands on the back of the sofa and walked around it.

"Oh bloody hell!" He spat as his eyes adjusted, and he was able to see the sleeping couple.

"What the hell!" Derek said quickly as he jerked awake.

"This isn't what I wanted to see coming home..." Ian said quickly.

"I'll just-" Derek started. Meredith was sound asleep. He covered with the blanket and swept her up. "Goodnight." Derek said as he nodded his head, and walked away with Meredith in his arms.

Derek laid her softly on the bed, and sighed. He heard her whisper his name softly in her sleep. He laid he head down as sighed at the sight of the woman loved, completely content.

Ian laid down on. He glanced over at their clothes on the floor. The site of Meredith and Derek in each other's arms flashed into his head. She was in love. But this seemed stronger than with Nate. He felt like he was hit by a bus. He had lost her, and for the first time in his life, he had a chance to be the good guy...but would he do it?

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Okay, I spent 2 1/2 hours body clipping my horse, I can still feel the hair all over me, even after the shower, and I still got you an update. Gibe me some credit!

So crazy ass Derek asked him to stay. At least he can keep an eye on him. Please review, my confidence is lacking and I am feeling unmotivated!