2 Weeks Later

Meredith rolled over in bed for what felt like the thousandth time. As the light sun started to seep through the closed blinds on the windows, she knew her alarm would be going off very soon.

Which would have been fine had she slept at all during the night.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Meredith scratched her arm, rolled over onto her stomach and shoved her head under her pillow, determined to catch at least a few minutes of sleep.

She sighed again and turned on her side, not being able to stand the position on her stomach. She lifted her pillow slightly to get a good glimpse at the boy in her bed.

His back was to her, but she could tell he was still out like a light.

"Come on," she growled to herself in a whisper. She rolled again onto her back and scratched her cheek before dropping her arms to the sides. Just as she pulled the pillow back over her face, an annoying beeping sound took over her ears.

She groaned at the irritating sound and pulled the pillow tighter to her ears as well as her eyes. Just as she was about to yell at Derek to kill the invader, the noise stopped and was followed by a "hello."

As the weight on the bed shifted, Meredith peeked from her hiding spot to see Derek sitting over the side with his cell phone pressed to his ear. He was speaking in hushed tones, assuming he thought she was still asleep.

"No, it's fine… Not too early…" Derek said as he lifted himself from the bed and moved towards the dresser to get ready for the day. "We have to be up in a few minutes anyway," he continued.

Meredith, on the other hand, was not so willing to get up just yet. She felt so lousy from not sleeping that she was taking any remaining moments of shut-eye that she could.

Yet again she shoved her head under her pillow as she scratched her neck and refused to allow the day to come.

"Oh. That's too bad," Derek sighed into the phone. "No, we're fine."

The alarm started to buzz, causing Derek to turn towards the noise and found himself watching just in time to see a pillow go flying from the bed and his annoyed girlfriend crawling across it to silence the device.

Through her wild and messed up hair that was layering her face, Meredith could see him smiling at her.

"No, I had them when I was nine." Derek turned back to his dresser, continuing on with his conversation. "You remember. I was home for a week."

Meredith grumbled from her position still on the bed. Her eyes refused to still open, and her blankets felt too nice to leave. She was, however, propped up against the headboard which felt like enough progress for the time being. Derek slammed his drawer and her eyes shot open in a startle.

"Yes, I'm sure she has… We're doctors… it's kind of a given," Derek continued.

Meredith leaned forward, suddenly feeling more awake, as she figured he was talking about her to whoever was on the phone.

"Alright. Well thanks for the heads up, I hope he feels better soon." Derek glanced back at Meredith and saw the look of concern. He held up a finger, letting her know he'd be off in a minute.

Meredith ground her teeth together as she scratched harshly against her sleeve covered arm.

"I love you, too. Tell mom hello," Derek said. "Okay, I'll talk to you later." Derek ended his called and began to undress to get ready for the day. "That was Kathy," he said to Meredith.

"Oh," was all she could get out. She continued to scratch at her arm and quickly moved to the side of her neck.

"Yeah," Derek said once his shirt was over his head. "Apparently Matthew was up all night…"

Meredith had stopped listening. She couldn't take the itching anymore, it was driving her insane… She pulled her sleeve up and was surprised when she saw she was covered in tiny red bumps.

"…He came down with the chicken pox." Derek informed her. "Kathy wanted to give us a heads up, but I told her we were fine."

And suddenly he had her attention once again. "Wait, he what?!" she practically yelled.

Derek looked at her fully for the first time and saw the rash across her face clear as day. "Oh, Mer…" he sighed.

Meredith whimpered and fell back against the headboard. "Great", she grumbled as her hand automatically continued to scratch her wrist.

Well, that's it. I know it's a lot shorter, but remember this is the start of a whole new story. Just a way to get get an idea of where the sequel will be going. lol. I have no idea when it'll be written/posted, but eventually it'll be up. Thanks so much to everyone who read, and everyone who reviewed- I appreciate them both. Take care, and Merry Christmas Eve! :)