Meredith

Time to get up, time to get up the creepy computer voice stated as I blinked my eyes, trying my best to adjust to the sunshine. I quickly slammed my alarm clock and the noise disappeared. The sun was bright, too bright. My head was pounding. You definitely have a hangover I thought to myself. All I remembered about the following night was the loud music, the shots, and the hot guy I met…man was he hot. I let out a loud yawn and turned my body around. To my complete shock, the hot guy was right next to me. In spite of myself I started screaming. He immediately jerked out of his sleep and looked up, astonished. "Is everything okay?" he asked concerned.

I pulled the blanket over my naked body (God I was so drunk I didn't even notice I was naked!?) "Who the hell are you?" I asked defensively, but I didn't need to. I knew who he was, or at least I knew I met him at the club with Cristina and he was ridiculously sexy (seriously, multiply Josh Duhamel by ten and you've got my guy) But I stopped my one night stands. Ever since Derek left, I just…stopped. I had no clue why, but I did.

He smiled and I felt like smacking that wise ass grin right off his face. "I'm Michael, remember? We met last night."

"Oh…" I muttered. "So I'm guessing we had sex last night?"

He nodded his grin widening. "Yes, yes we did…and you were very good."

I gasped, and tightened my grip on the blanket. "Well FYI, I stopped doing this a long time ago."

"Doing what?" he inquired, tilting his head slightly to the left, a gesture that made my literally melt.

"Uhm…this." I motioned at my naked body. "The one night stands, I stopped those."

"Really?" he asked. I could tell he was mocking me, and I would've kicked him out right then and there but- oh God- he was way too hot.

I had to regain my composure; I couldn't fall for this guy. He was probably an ass anyway. "Yeah, so you can leave now."

"Ouch," he smiled. "I've never been kicked out of bed before."

"Well I am so glad I am your first. Bye." I wove my hand at him, but he completely ignored the hint.

"What's your name?"

"What?" Why did he want to know my name, we were never going to see each other again.

"What is…your name?" He moved closer, and I instantly stopped breathing.

"Uh, Meredith…why?"

He let out a small laugh. "I just wanted to know your name."

He reached for his clothes, which were sprawled out all over the floor, and began to put them on. I took in his abs and muscles. "Work out much," I mumbled to myself. He turned around. "What's that?" "Oh, nothing…" I felt my cheeks, they were flaming hot. Keep it together Meredith. I quickly put on my robe and went out to the kitchen. I had to splash some water on my face or something. As I reached the sink, I quickly sprayed droplets of water on my cheeks. My breath was heavy and my heart was thumping inside my chest. I hadn't felt like that in a long time…not since Derek.

"Hey," he said, causing me to jump. "Can I make you breakfast?" He made his way around the kitchen, grinning the entire way.

"Uhm…I thought I told you to leave."

"I'll leave, but I'm offering to make you breakfast." He was already gathering eggs, pancake batter, and cups.

"Doesn't look like you plan on leaving," I said matter-of-factly.

"Do you have strawberries?" He obviously didn't take no for an answer.

"No and no you can't make me breakfast." This guy had to leave, I was done with men.

"Hmmm." He placed his hand on his chin and walked right up to me, face to face. "Then I guess I'll go, if you want me to leave that bad."

"I do," I nodded, trying my best to remain in control.

He smiled, the corners around his emerald eyes crinkling. "Alright, goodbye Meredith." Before he left he slipped a business card into my hand then disappeared through the front door.

Michael Lexington.

Senior Vice President

Telephone: 342-63700

"A banker...a very hot, smart banker,"I said as I read the card. Well that's just perfect.

Call him or not call him, call him or not call him I repeated this sentence over and over in my head. If I called him, everything could change. I swore off guys! If I didn't call him, my life would remain exactly the same.

"Hey, what happened with you last night?" Cristina asked as she caught up with me at the coffee cart.

"Uhm…I had a one night stand." Might as well get it over with.

"Shut up!" She was grinning from ear to ear though I noticed her eyes were tired and her skin was a shade lighter than usual.

"Yeah, it wasn't a big deal." I sipped on my coffee, enjoying the feeling of the hot drink against my tongue. "Hey are you okay? You look like crap."

She looked up, her brown eyes wide and glistening with tears. "Oh my God, Cristina what happened?" The only thing Cristina would cry over would be her mother showing up or…or Burke showing up.

"Uhm…" she rubbed her eyes, hoping the tears would evaporate. "Someone came to the house last night."

"Who?"

"Take a guess." Her sullen voice gave it away…it was Burke.

"He came ba-"

"YES!" she screamed, cutting me off. "That son of a bitch showed up at your house and wanted to talk to ME!"

"What did you do?" This was a crisis, an absolute major crisis.

"I slammed the door in his face and shut the shades. Izzie thought I was nuts but I didn't care. He had no right showing up."

"Wow, Cristina…I'm really sorry."

"It's that stupid reunion! He's only coming because the friggen chief invited him! GOD, WHERE IS THE JUSTICE?!"

"It's alright." I massaged her back. "Everything will be fine."

"Well I'm not going." Oh no.

"No, Cristina you have to go. I'm going with CLARK! I need you to come!"

"Well too bad! You can handle Clark, I cannot handle Burke!" She crossed her arms over her chest and snatched the coffee out of my hands.

"Yes, you can! You are Cristina, you can do anything."

"Nope, sorry…I am not going." She took the last gulp of my coffee and threw it in the trash can.

I sighed, it was no use. I couldn't convince her. "Fine," I answered, defeated. "You win."

"I need a surgery." She quickly got up and headed towards the elevators, determined to find a surgery.

I growled in frustration. I couldn't go to this reunion without her. There was no way I could handle Clark for that many hours! I needed a back up, someone to go with me to keep me sane. Then, out of nowhere, the tiny business card in my pocket slipped out. It floated towards the ground and rested gently on my sneaker. Call him. I snatched the card from the ground and grabbed my cell phone. My hands were shaking, and the numbers seemed a lot smaller than usual. Holding the phone to my ear I cleared my throat. I was nervous.

"Michael Lexington's office, this is Lacey speaking how may I help you?" a kind woman's voice answered on the other line.

"Uhm hi, is Michael available. It's uhm Meredith Grey."

"Hold please."

Quiet music filled the line. I tapped my foot impatiently. This was stupid, so completely stupid. Yet I couldn't bring myself to hang up. Michael was…different. Maybe he was exactly what I needed. "Hello?" his voice filled the speaker and my heart began thumping ferociously.

"Uh, hi Michael, it's Meredith from this morning."

Even though I couldn't see him, I swore I heard him smile.

A/N: Hey, it's been awhile. I know I skipped the chief but that's planned. I'm doing him at the very end. But anways, I love Michael. I really really do, and he really likes Meredith and she really likes him so I'm really excited to see where this goes. (lots of reallys right?) Hehe. Hopefully you remember who he is from the Cristina chapter. Speaking of Cristina, Burke was the one at the door. Uh-oh. What's going to happen with that? Keep reviewing and you shall soon see.