A/N: Hey guys!!! I'm loving all these positive reviews. Anyways, I'm honestly not sure of the ships. As of now, its mermark, but knowing me that may change. I know how I'm going to end this story, and let's just say you won't completely know the ships then either…hehe I'm so tricky.

Disclaimer: Don't own greys, no I don't…Since I don't, sue you won't.

Izzie Stevens was always prepared for any kind of emotional disaster. So when Meredith came in depressed one night, she knew exactly what to do.

"Hey Mer!" she exclaimed. "I thought maybe we could do something tonight, some girl time."

"I'm not in the mood." Thunder roared through the house and the lights flickered on and off.

"Aw come on Mer…we can go catch a movie or something."

"It's raining," she stated, pouring herself a glass of wine. "We could die from a lightening bolt…not that that's bad or anything."

Izzie rolled her eyes, annoyed at her attitude. "You have got to stop this. So what if Derek and Rose are going out. Who flipping cares?"

"I do!" she screamed, her voice seemed out of breath. "I do, and it sucks that he's with her…"

Izzie sighed, making her way towards Meredith. "You have got to move on."

"I don't want to," she explained, taking another sip of her red wine. "He's, he's Derek. He's not supposed to be like this."

"Not everyone is perfect," Izzie reminded her friend, taking great care in watching how many sips she took from her wine glass. "And getting drunk is not going to change that."

"I know," Meredith whined. "I know, I know…"

"How about we order pizza or something?" Izzie's optimism was back and annoyed the heck out of Meredith.

"No, I think I'm just going to go up to bed."

"Are you sure?" she asked, concerned etched in her voice.

"Yeah," Meredith nodded walking up the stairs. "Like you said, no use getting drunk."

Derek Shepherd was never a man with many words. He usually kept his feelings to himself, but when he met Meredith all of that changed. Meredith changed the person he was, the person he was aiming to be. She did things to him, strange thing that he could not reverse. She was like a drug, and he got hooked. He figured the best way to get over her would be to focus his addiction on something else, something maybe better. Then he met Rose. But, nevertheless, his addiction was still present and even he had to admit that it wouldn't really ever go away.

"Do you think Mark and Meredith could ever last?" he asked Rose as she changed into her pajamas. "I'm not saying they are a couple or anything, but I don't know…if they were, would they last?" He didn't know why he was so curious about this.

"Can we please stop talking about Mark and Meredith?" she groaned. "Can we just stop talking about Meredith in general? Please?"

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, sure…sorry, I've been acting weird lately."

"No kidding," she agreed as she took off her "ring" necklace. That necklace held all of her secrets, everything she held inside. She couldn't explain it to anyone…not even Derek.

"Yeah, but I am really sorry."

She smiled. He had this way of calming her down. He made her feel happy, appreciated.

"I forgive you," she said in a mocking way then quickly kissed him. "Let's just try to focus on us."

She nibbled lightly on his ear, but he pushed her away. "Sorry, I'm tired…can we do this another time?" He hated to do this, but he just wasn't ready. She had to give him time to heal.

"Oh." She backed away, frusterated and angry. "Is it because I'm not Meredith?"

"Rose, don't do this…" he pleaded. Getting into a fight was not on his list of priorites.

"No, it's okay please tell me…is it because I am not Meredith Grey? Is this what this is about?"'

"No, of course not…I just don't think we're ready."

She shook her head. "Will we ever be ready Derek?"

This was a question he never wanted to answer.

It was like any other day. You had your critical ER patients, the hypochondriacs, the minor OR patients, and so on and so fourth. Normally, Meredith didn't mind the different types of patients. It added some variety to her rather monotonous life. But what she hated was waiting for those patients. Tuesday mornings were the worst. On a crazy day, 20 patients, tops, would arrive. Thursdays on the other hand were extremely busy. Instead of 20, 200 people stormed through the doors complaining of itchy throats and sores. But of course today was Tuesday, and of course Meredith Grey's life needed a Thursday.

"I brought you coffee," Mark Sloan's cheery voice rang from the hall.

"Oh," she said sullenly. "Great, thanks."

"What's up with you?" he asked, a little taken back that she wasn't completely falling over him. All of the other women were. Hell every single nurse on the 3rd floor was. But Meredith…she was tough. But maybe that's what attracted him to her so much, just like that first moment they met.

"Sensitivity, I like that in a stranger," she said, a small grin on her perfect peach lips. "Are you new here?"

"Visiting," he stated, charmed by her flirtatious demeanor, "…confounded by all the rain and it's only my first day in town."

"You get used to it," she replied, ignoring his eyes.

"Makes me want to stay in bed all day." He loved how she looked up, her golden hair hiding her eyes.

"We just met and already you're talking about bed…not very subtle."

He grinned in spite of himself; there was something about this girl, something he could not put his finger on. "Subtle has never really been my strong suit." He admitted. "So, ever go out with coworkers?" He could tell she wanted him, bad…but hey who could blame her? He was Mark Sloan, every girl's fantasy.

"I uhm make it a rule not to," she smiled. She definitely had an awesome smile.

"Then I am so glad I don't work here." His grin was widening but he didn't care.

"Are you hitting on me? In a hospital?" She seemed completely turned on by his charm, which made him flirt even more.

"Would that be wrong?" he asked, his eye brow cocked in a very seductive way.

"Meredith," she answered, holding out her hand.

Before he even had a chance to respond, slam. Punch. Out…by none other than Derek Shepherd. That guy always had a way of keeping Meredith all to himself, even if that meant punching people out on the surgical floor.

"It's Tuesday and I freakin hate Tuesday!" she yelled, jerking him right out of his thoughts.

"Oh right tedious Tuesdays. I actually like it, gives me a chance to catch up with certain hot residents." He smiled mischievously, taking Meredith's perfect figure in.

"You get that I just don't like you right?" she tried her hardest to stay mad but it was impossible when he let out his secret weapon…that damn smile.

"Oh come on, you know you don't mean that! You are so into me it's sad."

"NO!" she argued.

"Are to."

"Are not!"

"Are to!"

"She's what?" Derek Shepherd asked coming up behind Mark, startling the both of them.

"Oh," Mark looked down, he suddenly felt guilty of a crime he didn't even commit. "Nothing."

Meredith turned her head away, refusing to look at him. What gave him the right to just waltz right up to her?! She didn't want to look at him again…ever.

"Right," Derek nodded, not buying Mark's answer at all. "Can I speak with you Mark?"

"Uh sure man…" he turned towards Meredith, whose eyes were glued to the chart in her hands. "I'll be right there," he said to Derek who just shook his head and walked towards the corner of the room. Turning towards Meredith he whispered, "Hey…" he stroked her cheek and forced her to look into his eyes. "Don't worry about him."

"Its fine, whatever Mark." Shaking her head, she quickly pushed his hands away. "Do what you have to do."

"No he can wait, what's wrong?"

"Nothing!" she yelled, surprised at how loud her voice was. "Just stop it! Stop acting so, so…"

"What? What Meredith?! Stop acting like what?!" he was just as frustrated as her, and raised his voice to match hers.

"STOP ACTING LIKE YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ME!"

Almost immediately all the nurses, surgeons, and lab technicians within a miles radius turned their heads.

Mark didn't know what to say. She caught him off guard, but now he wanted her more than anything and it scared him to death. He tried to swallow the lump that began forming inside his throat. "I'm not," he lied.

"Then why are you acting this way Mark? I mean the constant compliments, how you touch me…" she sighed, her voice lower than before.

"Maybe I just like touching you." His voice was low and filled with desire. He moved closer and before she could push him away, he pressed his lips against hers and relished in how perfect they were together. A small gasp escaped her mouth as she realized what was really happening. Mark Sloan was making out with her in the middle of the nurses' station, with a thousand people watching…and the most surprising thing about this was she didn't care. She kissed him back, and did it again and again and again until they were forced to break apart. It was as if the whole room was holding their breaths, curious to see what would happen next. Suddenly, Meredith realized it wasn't the room, it was her.

"Uhmm…" was all she could say. The kiss removed every ounce of energy from her body. Her head was reeling, and she couldn't think straight.

That was the last thing she remembered. She heard fists clash together and bones crack; name calling erupted and people everywhere tried to separate the two tangled bodies from killing each other. As she snapped back into reality she realized who those two beaten bodies were…Derek and Mark.