Disclaimer: I can't think of anything creative to say so, I'll just say I don't own Grey's Anatomy.

I just want to apologize in advance for how all the timing in this story is messed up. So I'm going to try to clarify what's going on in this update, and, I don't know, let's just pretend I didn't screw it up and I'll try to do better next time. But just go with it. Please.

4 months. They had been back together and officially a couple for 4 months. And everything, to say the least, was great. Derek practically lived at Meredith's house. Except for the few nights when they went to the trailer to escape Izzie and George. Everything was stable. The trust in their relationship had been rebuilt. Of course, there were fights. And then there was make-up sex. But all in all, everything was happy. And they were Meredith and Derek again.

The only difference between their previous relationship and their current one was this one was serious. They talked about the future. About weddings, marriages, dream houses and kids. Everything that Meredith would have run away from before, everything that she would have been scared of, they talked about. That's not to say it didn't still freak her out a little. But there was something about doing it with Derek, and being with Derek, that made everything seem easier and made it all seem right.

Not only were they happy within their own relationship, but Derek and Mark had some kind of weird pseudo friendship. They managed to co-exist in the hospital without yelling at each other or giving each other a black eye. Meredith had even managed to convinced Derek to go out for drinks with Mark and talk about everything that happened before he came to Seattle.

Even Addison and Derek were able to peacefully co-exist. Addison was 7 months pregnant and glowing. Huge but glowing. The baby was healthy and Mark and Addison had decided to not find out what the sex was and be surprised. Derek even seemed excited about the baby. He still considered Mark this brother. So Derek was going to be an uncle. An uncle in unusual circumstances, but still, an uncle.

The only standing in the way of perfection, or close to perfection, was Meredith's intern exam. It was coming up and apparently Bailey had scared all of the interns into starting to study extremely early. Derek had told her not to worry about. That she had nothing to be scared off. But she had still started studying, which led to Cristina, Izzie, George and Alex all gathering in the living room and Derek complaining about not having his girlfriend to himself.

"Hungry?" Derek put the groceries down on the kitchen counter.

"Hmm," she chewed on the cap of highlighter.

"Are you hungry?"

"Hmm," she repeated.

"I'm going to back to Addison."

"Okay."

"Meredith," he laughed.

"I'm sorry. I'm just…And Bailey said we have to study early. And everybody else has the day off…So I thought, more studying alone…But now, you're here," she finally looked up from the book, "You were joking about Addison right?"

"Yes, I was joking. And you need to relax."

"I can't relax. I have an exam that's going to determine my career. If I don't past, I have to be an intern again. And I can't be an intern again Derek. I mean, intern year wasn't the best. I just…I need to pass this."

"You're going to pass it. You're a great surgeon, Mer. Bailey's just being Bailey and trying to scare you."

"Yeah, well it worked," she started flipping pages in the book again.

"I know something to relax you," he smirked, starting to kiss her neck.

"Did you know Callie, that ortho chick, has cards? Famous cards. Studying cards.

"I heard that rumor," he sucked on her earlobe.

"Derek," she leaned her head back against his chest, "I have to study."

"Everybody needs a study break."

"I know," she whispered.

"So take one."

"Maybe I will," she stood up, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I think you should."

"Do you?" she started to unbutton his shirt.

"I do," he replied, his erection brushing against her.

"Upstairs?" she giggled.

"Upstairs," he agreed.

After tripping over many steps, lots of laughing, and shedding clothes along the way, they finally made it into Meredith's room and into bed. Derek had definitely been right.

"This was a good idea," Meredith murmured against his lips.

"I told you," he said, moving his mouth down to her breasts.

"Der…Oh," she gasped as he took her nipple in his mouth.

"Slow," he said, moving his mouth over to her other breast.

"Slow," she repeated.

"Slow," he said again, kissing down her stomach, and beginning to stroke her with one hand.

"Shit," she muttered, feeling him against her, "Der…Derek."

He continued to kiss down her body, moving to the inside of her thighs and continuing to lightly stroke her until she couldn't take it anymore. She pulled him back up to her and kissed him hard, her hands tugging on his curls.

"Please," she begged, as her words were interrupted by the phone ringing.

"Ugh," Derek groaned, grabbing the phone and handing it to her.

"Hello?...Are you sure?...Okay…I'll be right there," Meredith hung up the phone, "I have to go."

"Seriously?" Derek groaned as she rolled out from underneath of him.

"Seriously. Izzie and George need a ride. They got a flat tire."

"Why don't they call Cristina?" he pulled her back down.

"I'll be back as soon as I can," she giggled.

She was going to kill Izzie and George. Literally kill them. She had been so stressed out and trying to study for her life changing test and Derek had showed up and finally found something to relax her. And they had to get a flat tire. Usually, a flat tire wasn't somebody's own fault. There was a nail or a piece of glass. She hated that nail or that piece of glass.

"Why couldn't you guys just call Triple A?" Meredith slammed the car door.

"Izzie said we should call you," George said.

"It's your fault we got the flat tire," Izzie protested.

"How is it my fault? I just said…" he argued

"You're the one who said the tire didn't need any air. I told you it did. And you said no."

"Wait," Meredith stopped them, "This is your fault? I…Derek…Seriously?"

"It wasn't my fault," Izzie defended herself.

"Call Triple A," Meredith groaned.

George just glared at Izzie as he dialed Triple A on his cell phone. Meredith was angry. Almost furious. She wanted time with Derek. She had been working her ass of at the hospital and studying like crazy and they finally had the house to themselves. And Izzie and George decided not to add air to their tire so that she would have to go pick them up on the side of the highway. She dialed Derek's number to tell her she was on her way back.

"Hello?" he groaned.

"Hi," she giggled.

"You owe me. You owe me so much."

"I know. Well technically, Izzie and George owe you…"

"I want you. Or I wanted you. I had to take a cold shower. Twice."

"I'm sorry," she laughed, "I'll make it up to you."

"You better," he smirked.

It seems like I can finally rest my head on something real
I like the way that feels

Again, I know the timing is messed up. Because all the sudden there at their intern exam almost. But things needed to move faster. And I apologize profusely for the confusion. This is my first fic that really required a story line. And I butchered it. But I hope you still like it! REVIEW!!!!