Derek was irate. He was tired of this. He was tired of the Drew and Meredith relationship. Meredith, she may be innocent. Hell, he knew she was innocent. She would never do anything like that. He knew her. He was beginning to believe that he knew her better than she knew herself. But Drew. He knew how it was. He knew how he worked. And it seemed lately that there were undertones. Secrets. Something was going on, and he knew his cousin well enough to know he wasn't that innocent.
"What?" Drew asked as he stepped back from Meredith and looked at Derek
"What do you mean, what? Why the fuck are you hugging my wife?" Derek shouted angrily.
"She- I-" He stammered nervously. "She was crying."
"So you kiss her?" Derek asked loudly.
"Dude, let's not do this here." Drew said as he looked around.
"I will so whatever I want, whenever I want! This my house! My wife! This is my fucking life!" Derek shouted as he glared at Drew.
"Not in front of the kid." Drew warned as he looked at a terrified Anna.
"Derek...I don't- What..." She said as she cried out.
"So now you cry?" He said nastily to her. "Why her?" Derek asked Drew. Drew returned his gaze with a frown.
Meredith looked up at him, the tears falling even harder as she listened to his words. He wasn't listening. And she couldn't talk. Her voice was gone. Her words wouldn't form. She couldn't defend anything. She couldn't do anything but stare. Finally she ran out of the water and up to the house.
"You're an ass!" Drew shouted as he jogged after her.
Derek quickly ran after Drew and Meredith. Drew followed her wet footprints into the front door. Derek had had enough. His stride increased as he closed in the space between he and his cousin. He quickly reached Drew at the foot of the stairs. Derek threw his arm up and yanked Drew backwards off the bottom step. He stumbled back, catching himself just before he fell. Drew stood up and spun around.
"You asshole!" Drew yelled as he shoved Derek backwards. Derek quickly pinned Drew against the wall. He hit with a bang, causing photos to fall to the floor with a crash. Glass flying everywhere.
"She's my wife, Drew. When are you going to get that? When are you going to quit this bullshit." Derek screamed as he stared at his cousin, holding him against the wall.
"Quit being a dick. Nothing is going on." Drew said loudly. "And get your fucking hands off of me." He said loudly, but calmly. He didn't want either of them to regret this.
"Nothing is going on? I see you. The looks. The touches. I see it, fuck-head. I see it all. Do you honestly think I am going to let this go on?" Derek asked as he increased pressure on his cousin.
"Yeah. I like Mer. I do. She's amazing. And perfect. You are lucky. You, Derek. Not me. She only sees you. I like her. But you are family, and I would never cross that line. And you know it." Drew said calmly. "I'm not the one you should be worrying about." He muttered.
"What?" Derek asked, catching what he said. "What do you mean, the one?"
"Nothing. You know what? Just talk to your wife." Drew said as he pulled away from Derek.
"I want you out of my house." Derek said loudly as he began climbing the stairs.
Derek followed the wet trail. Tiny puddles. Water. Possibly tears. He followed the wet trail to their bedroom. His heart sank as he looked on the bed. There she laid. Quiet. No movement. Like she was sleeping. She wasn't sleeping. He looked at her, laying there on their bed. The white comforter was soaked with water and mud. There she laid.
"Mer..." He said softly as he approached. No answer. He wasn't surprised. "Meredith." He said as he want to her side of the bed and knelt down. Her eyes were open, but she wasn't looking at him. "Mer?" He said as he got in her face. His hand softly touched her cheek.
"No!" She shouted as she slapped his hand.
"Meredith..." He said as he tried to touch her again. She quickly sat up and smacked his hand again.
"Come on..." Derek moaned as he looked into her eyes.
"No! I can't. I can't stand this. Asshole!" She screamed as she stood up. "Don't you trust me? You don't even care about me. If you cared... I hate you! I hate you! Ass!" She screamed as she walked away.
"Meredith!" Derek said as he grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. She quickly raised her hand and cracked him across the face. He put his hand on his cheek as he looked at her in shock.
"I am not a whore. I am not a whore!" She yelled loudly.
"I never said you were a whore. Drew. He- and you--" He said quickly. He was panicking. She was irate. She was upset.
"I hate you!" She yelled again loudly as she hit him in the chest.
"Calm down!" He yelled as he grabbed her arms.
"No! I don't want to calm down. I'll calm down when I fucking feel calm, Derek!" She yelled.
She fought against his grasp. She finally pulled away and ran into the bathroom. He quickly followed, pushing the door before she could get it closed. She turned around, her eyes full of fire. She glare at him in anger as she shoved him hard against the wall. She heard his body slam hard as he absorbed the shock.
"I hate you." She muttered loudly as she looked into his eyes.
She ripped his shirt off, buttons flying all over the room. He straightened up and walked towards her. He quickly shoved him against the wall again, harder. He looked at her in shock. He had never see her like this. She ripped off her shirt and quickly worked at his pants. He continued to stare at her in shock. She pulled down her wet pants, ripping her panties, leaving both in a pile.
"Fuck me." She demanded as she looked into his eyes.
Derek stood there in shock. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do. He felt a smack against his cheek, once again. She looked down at his rising erection. He quickly grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. She wrapped her legs around him and they crashed against the wall as his awaiting shaft pounded into her, causing her to cry out. She let out a loud gasp as she felt him pound into her harder. Again. Again. Again. All of his anger, all of his stress, everything came together as he pounded her into the wall. Neither spoke. They stayed in a painfully pleasure-full silence. Derek looked into her eyes. They were dark, angry. He thrust into her again, and she fought the movement, causing their bodies to collide violently. Derek felt her tight core strangle him, causing his cock to pulsate harder than ever. Meredith felt his shaft pounding, a mixture of pleasure and frustration. All their blood rushed as they released together, with a moan. Meredith slid down the wall, her feet hitting the cold floor.
"Meredith..." He finally moaned as he looked at her, standing there in silence.
Meredith said nothing as she walked away. He watched her. Not a word. She continued on as she pulled the covers back and climbed into their bed. Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong, and how had no idea what it was. But he was sure someone did.
Derek quickly dressed himself as he watched his wife lay in the bed. He had no idea what to do. She was fragile. She wasn't acting like herself. She was in distress. And Drew. He was so mad at Drew. The more he thought about it, the less he knew. The less he knew about why she was crying. Why Drew was hugging her. Drew wouldn't cross that line. Derek knew that. He had opportunities before, but he hadn't taken them. So that was the answer. Talk to Drew. He had a sinking feeling that Drew knew something.
Derek slowly walked over to the side of Meredith's bed. She was snoring softly. At least she was peaceful. He gave her a soft kiss on the head and headed downstairs. he had to talk to his cousin. He was just praying he hadn't left.
"What's going on, kid?" Drew asked as he walked onto the front porch.
"Just playing." She said as she ran her dog on the wood planks.
"Looks like fun." Drew said as he sat in the chair and sighed. He ran his fingers through his brown hair.
"I had to quit swimming. Everyone left and I'm not allowed in the water by myself." She explained.
"That was good. You did good." He said with a soft smile. In all the anger, they had forgotten about her. "Are you okay?" He asked as he looked down at her.
"Yeah. Mommy's sad. Daddy's mad. But they will be okay. They're mommy and daddy." She explained with a shrug.
"Yes they are." Drew said with a smile. "I'm sorry we yelled. We were being stupid."
"That's okay. My other mommy yelled sometimes." Anna said with a smile. "Do you want to play?"
"No, I'd rather watch." He said as he laid his head back.
He knew he had to tell Derek. Derek was family. Even of he promised Meredith, it was for her own safety. It would have been fine if he had been able to carry his plan through. But Derek foiled that. He had no idea that he was just protecting his wife for him. He knew that Meredith would be angry if he spilled everything to Derek. He was going to have to make a very big decision. His cell phone rang loudly. The number was unknown. He picked it up and started his conversation. It was the hospital.
"Drew." Derek said as he walked out. The front door shut loudly.
"We need to talk." Derek said with a frown. Drew looked up at his cousin. What to do?
"I can't. I have to go to Grace for a consult." Drew said as he stood up and looked his cousin in the eyes.
"Drew..." Derek started as Drew began walking down the stairs off of the front porch.
"I have to go." Drew said curtly as he continued walking away.
"Are you coming back? We need to talk." Derek shouted out to him as he opened his car door.
"So you want to talk now? Now we can do things without being physical?" Drew spat as he shook his head. "Yeah, I'll be back...to get my bags." He said as he hopped into his rental car and started it, pulling down the driveway in a cloud of dust. Derek walked over to a chair and sat down, running his hands through his thick curls.
"Daddy, are you and mommy better yet?" Anna asked as she hopped onto Derek lap.
"Mommy and I are fine. I didn't mean to yell earlier. I just..." Derek trailed off.
He looked at the trees reflecting on the water's surface. It was calm. It was a calm, warm day. A perfect day to spend with family. Picnics. Walks on the trail. Not a day when you sit on the porch in total and utter confusion as your cousin drive off, holding a secret, and your wife lay dirty and naked in your bed. It didn't appear to be that kind of day, and yet it was.
"You were just mad. I get mad too sometimes." Anna said with understanding as she looked into her dad's face.
"Yeah, I guess I was just mad." Derek said with a shrug.
"Where is mommy?" Anna asked as she looked into his blue eyes.
"She's upstairs, laying down." Derek explained as he looked off into the distance again. His world feeling uneasy. The footing slippery.
"That's good. She's sad. She was crying. Uncle drew tried to make her feel better, but she kept crying. And then you yelled and she cried more." Anna explained innocently. It was so simple to a child. Yet, and adult had completely misinterpreted it. "She's just scared." She said with a shrug.
"Scared? Scared of what?" Derek said in shock as he looked at his little girl with confusion. Could she be holding the mysterious piece?
"That man..." Anna said with a look of fear on her face.
"Man? What man!" Derek said quickly as he looked at her in shock. She stared at him in silence. "Anna! What man?" He said again.
"I don't know. A man. Mommy's afraid of a man." Anna said loudly as her lip started to quiver.
"How do you know?" Derek asked as looked into Anna's light brown eyes.
"I heard her. She's scared, Daddy. She looks for him." Anna said as tears started to pool in her large eyes.
"It's okay, Anna. It's okay..." He said as he kissed her on the head and gave her a soft hug. "Are you okay?" He asked her softly.
"I'm okay, daddy." She said with a smile.
"I need to check on mommy. Can you come inside and play?" He asked her softly.
Anna nodded her head and followed him into the house. Derek looked out the door as he closed it. He quickly flipped the lock. This wasn't good. Why didn't she tell him? What was going on? The air was warm and refreshing, but Derek didn't trust the outdoors. Not so much the outside. It was who was out there. He turned the air conditioning on and sighed. This wasn't right. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Now his house was on full lock-down. And now he wanted to know just what the hell was going on.
Derek slowly climbed the stairs to the second floor. He left Anna on the sofa, watching her favorite movie. He had to fix things. He had damage control to do. When he walked in, he could hear her faint snore filling the room. She was sleeping. Peacefully. He couldn't help but wonder what what kind of personal turmoil she was in. What was going on. He walked into their large bathroom and ran some hot water. he couldn't let her sleep in the dirty bed, covered in water and mud. As he walked out of the bathroom, he noticed her stirring slightly. He quickly rushed to her side of the bed, seeing her eyes open.
"I drew you a bath." He said with a faint smile. Her face was distressed, uneasy. "I'm so sorry." He said softly as his hand stroked her soft cheek. "Do you want me to carry you?" He asked with his head cocked. She nodded slowly. In seconds, his hands rested under her soft flesh as he carried her into their bathroom and slowly placed her into the warm water.
Derek looked at her. She wanted to tell him. He could see that. He could see that she was holding back and she didn't want to. It crushed him. But she looked so broken, so sad. He couldn't say anything. He couldn't pressure her. He just couldn't do anything but look into her eyes.
"I need you." She said softly, nearly inaudibly.
Derek was used to her saying 'I need you.' Generally it was followed by 'inside of me.' And that he liked. He liked the way they were. When things were perfect. When times were good, nothing compared. They had that unstoppable passion that knew one else could understand. Derek looked at her. On an ordinary day, his body would have reacted. Not today. Today there was no sex. Today she needed him.
"Okay." He said softly as he pulled off his clothing. Leaving them in a pile he climbed into the bathtub behind her, sliding down into the hot water. She softly laid her head back against his chest.
"I'm not having an affair." She said softly as she listened to his heartbeat.
"I know you're not." He agreed. He felt so stupid for even considering that as a possibility.
"I love you." She said as she felt the soft hair in his chest against her.
"I love you more than words can say." Derek said into her ears. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Just hold me. Please, just hold me." She said as she closed her eyes, feeling his strong arms surround her.
Derek wouldn't pressure her. As much as his head was screaming out. As much as every thought consumed his brain. He couldn't. She wasn't ready. He knew better than to pressure her when she wasn't ready. He could wait. It didn't matter how long. He would wait for her.
"Are you hungry?" Derek asked as he grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the bathtub. "You really need to eat." He told her quietly. She nodded her head in agreement as she dried her body.
"I am going to make you a grilled cheese. Extra jalapenos." He said with as smile. His heart lifted as he say a faint smile on her own face. He threw on a pair of pajama pants and a tee shirt, heading downstairs.
Meredith pulled on her Oxford tee shirt and a pair of flannel pajama bottoms. She didn't know what to do. Actually she did. She knew exactly what to do. She needed to tell him. But her mouth couldn't form the words. It couldn't form any word. She grabbed her slippers and dragged herself down the stairs and into the kitchen. Derek had her plate on the table, and he was sitting there with a smile on his face. She silently walked over, and took her place, taking a bite of her sandwich. Derek didn't talk, he just watched. His gaze was averted as Drew walked in and sat down at the table.
Drew walked into the kitchen. He had to tell him. Her face. Her body language. She was broken. She was hurting. She was suffering. He couldn't let her go on. He wasn't doing this. He had to save her. Derek had to know. And he had to know now. Repercussions didn't matter.
"It's time. We have to tell him." Derek said as he looked up at her. Her gaze fell to her sandwich on the plate. She slowly nodded her head in agreement without looking up.
Sorry this was up so late... So angry sex.. I know some don't like it, but it happens. Mer is just worried, she doesn't want Derek to be burned after he has worked so hard. And Drew...I love him. He is a good guy. Really, he is...