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Meredith blinked as the sun blared through her open window. She groaned and pulled the covers over her head. She buried her face deep into her pillow, tightening her grip on her soft sheets

"Meredith?" Lexie's soft voice came from her bedroom door. "Izzie made breakfast; do you want to come down?"

"Ugh, no…I think I'm just going to stay in bed," she mumbled, her words barely audible.

"You can't Mer, you are going to have to face Derek sometime. You have to stop sulking!"

Meredith hated to admit it, but Lexie was right. Why was she lying in bed depressed? Derek was probably out on a hot date with Rose. She should be on a hot date too!

Pulling the covers off her face, she propped herself up on her elbows. "Alight, alright…I'm coming down."

Lexie smiled. "Great, we're all downstairs."

Meredith yawned as she quickly got out of bed, slipping her tired feet into her favorite pair of slippers. Grabbing her robe from the closet, she sluggishly walked down the stairs, the filling aroma of pancakes as her only incentive.

"Smells good," she said as she reached the table loaded with pancakes, butter, syrup, and juice.

"It's delicious," George relished as he bit into another pancake. "Like heaven."

Izzie smiled approvingly, glad that her friends enjoyed her cooking.

"Hey you guys weren't like this over my eggs!" Meredith argued, her arms crossed over her chest.

George looked up, pancake still in his mouth. "Um, your eggs were good too…if you like crappy food," he mumbled to himself.

Meredith rolled her eyes then grabbed a pancake off the table. "I'm going to head into work early so don't wait up."

"You sure?" Alex asked as he poured a boatload of syrup on his food.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," she said. "Just page me when you get there."

Izzie nodded, waving her spatula at her friend. "Got it Mer."

She slammed the door to her car as she hurried towards the hospital doors. She had to avoid Derek at all costs. Sneaking in the back door, she quickly ran up the flight of stairs and reached the nurses station. She was out of breath by the time she arrived, but it was worth it. Bumping into Derek was not something she wanted to do. As she reached down to pick up a chart, she accidentally spilled her steaming hot coffee all over her new shirt.

"Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit!" she repeated to herself as she tried her best to wave the heat off her chest.

"Woo, Grey. I thought O'Malley was the only clumsy one."

Meredith looked up, pleased to see Mark Sloan with a bunch of napkins in his large hands.

"Thanks," she acknowledged, snatching the napkins.

The handsome surgeon nodded, obviously amused by the frazzled resident. "You are extremely sexy when you spill coffee."

"Shut up!" she snapped, a small smile playing on her lips. "I usually never spill anything."

Mark chuckled. "Too bad you weren't wearing a white shirt…"

Meredith looked up, her eye brow cocked. "You are a pig."

"Hey! That's not very nice. I like to consider myself a womanizer."

A small noise escaped Meredith's throat. "You are seriously pathetic."

Mark resumed his cocky grin, not at all phased by Meredith's words. He knew as well as she did that she didn't really mean it. In fact, Mark thought it charmed her.

"So rumor has it you and Derek called it quits."

She stopped wiping the wet coffee off her shirt and looked up, her hair covering her green eyes. "Who told you that?"

"Derek, he's my best friend."

"Of course," she mumbled, brushing back her hair. "He doesn't have faith in me," she sighed a few moments later.

"Hmmm, that is not the story I heard," he said playfully, purposely trying to make her mad. "He told me you don't trust him."

"He's full of shit," she argued, ignoring the awkward glances from the nurses' station.

Mark smiled. "I have an extra shirt in my locker. It's ten times bigger than you, but it's better walking around with a see through shirt."

"Its fine Mark…I really don't need it."

A few snickers and laughs erupted from the corner of the room.

"Screw it," she surrendered. "Where's your shirt?"

"Follow me…"

He led her to his locker and quickly unlocked it. Pulling the ridiculously large T-shirt out of the packed compartment he handed it to her. "From my chest, to yours."

"SHUT UP!" she laughed, her cheeks red.

As she pulled the shirt over her head, it draped down to her knees. "Oh my God I can't wear this!" she said astonished at how tiny she was compared to him.

"Oh come on now," he cracked up, tilting his head, "You look really cute."

"This is really huge!"

"Cute trumps huge," he said matter-of-factly. "Plus, you have nothing else."

She groaned loudly. "Stupid me with my stupid coffee and my stupid boyfriend…"

"Ex boyfriend," Mark corrected as he took a sip of water.

"Right." She looked down at the huge T-shirt covering most of her body and grinned in spite of herself. "I look like a dork."

"You look beautiful," he replied, not a hint of sarcasm or mockery in his voice.

Meredith smiled. Mark seemed to really mean it. She didn't know it was possible for him to act like a gentleman.

"Why thank you Mark."

"Anytime Grey…now if it's really bothering you, tie the excess up with a rubber band or something."

She tilted her head, contemplating this. "That's actually not a bad idea."

"I'm always thinking Grey, always thinking."

Derek scribbled a quick note in his chart then went out searching for Mark. He had so much to tell him. His date with Rose went surprisingly well and he could not wait to gossip with Mark about it. Suddenly, he caught him creeping out of the attending locker room with some girl. Typical Mark he thought to himself. But when he looked more closely, she was not some girl; it was…it was Meredith.

"What the…" he said to himself, amazed by how flirty they were being." He crept behind the walls and tried his best to understand what they were saying. Unfortunately he was startled by his new girlfriend.

"Woo, hey what are you doing?" she asked laughing.

He let out a nervous laugh then shrugged. "Oh nothing. I dropped something so…"

She smiled. "Right…well I was thinking we should do something tonight."

'Tonight?"

"Yeah, why do you have plans?" she inquired, her voice a tad disappointed.

"No, no, actually tonight is perfect. You can pick the restaurant this time."

"Yes!" she squealed. "I know the perfect place. They have the best chocolate cake and…"

Derek tried his best to concentrate on what Rose was saying but he just couldn't. His best friend and ex girlfriend were talking, no more than talking, flirting! He couldn't believe it. Meredith could never be attracted to Mark! He wasn't her type…or was he?

"Derek, earth to Derek…?"

"Oh, oh sorry," he blinked. "I was just uh…sorry."

She nodded. "That's okay; just try not to zone out on me." She attempted to laugh it off, but failed miserably. Why did he never hear her words? She listened to him- all the time- why couldn't he concentrate on her, and only her?

"I won't," he promised. His thumping heart echoed in his chest but he could not let that affect him. So what if Meredith wanted to date Mark. So what if they flirted once in awhile. It was perfectly fine, they broke up. Yet Derek was secretly brooding inside. He hated the thought of Meredith with another guy, especially if that guy was supposed to be his best friend! He didn't mean to sound mean. He wanted Meredith to be happy, but every time she smiled at someone else, his breath hitched in his throat and his heart quickened. He knew he was jealous, but would never admit it. He had to push his feelings aside and focus on Rose…

…but they wouldn't go away.