Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy...I only wish.

Author's note: I'm sorry I've kept you waiting for so long. Had an import exam (passed it though). I hope you like the next chapter. Please let me know what you think...would Derek and Meredith do it like this? What? Well...you have to read the chapter. Please enjoy!

McJinx

Chapter 5

I park my Jeep at SGM Hospital's parking lot and get out of the slightly battered SUV. I sling my bag over my shoulder and blink into the early morning light. When I slowly walk towards the hospital, someone buzzes loudly in my left ear and I see a familiar motor cycle helmet.

"Hey…Mere, wait up!"

I smile and patiently wait while Cristina parks her motorcycle and then we walk towards the hospital together.

"How's Derek doing?"

"He's healing remarkably fast," I say when I throw a quick glance at Cristina.

"I bet," she chuckles and I can't help but blush profusely at what she hints at.

Cristina looks at me and we both laugh. She hooks her arm with mine and we enter the hospital for our 12 hour shift.

…

When I change into my scrubs, I listen to the chatter from my fellow residents as they enter the locker room from the hallway and the operating rooms beyond. They're bragging about complicated surgeries when suddenly the locker room door snaps open and the loud voice of Doctor Bailey overtakes the chatter.

"Hurry up people. There's been a multiple car crash east of downtown Seattle. Ambulances will roll in any minute…let's go people, NOW!"

"Yesss," I hear Cristina hiss and I can't help but smile at her enthusiasm. I quickly sling my stethoscope over my shoulder and hurry towards the Emergency Room. As I enter, I see Cristina already leaning over a man, listening to his chest. Her hair hangs loose over her shoulders and she brushes it back impatiently as she straightens up to yell out a flurry of orders.

Our eyes meet as I walk by and she winks, "Crazy start of a day, huh?"

"Don't complain…I know you love it when it's like this," I smile up at her, knowing how much Cristina thrives on traumas. I've seen it time and time again over the past few years of our residency and internship; when things fall apart and life hangs tenuously in the balance; Cristina is at her best...and thank God for that!

…

"Doctor Grey…I could use a hand?"

The shout of Owen Hunt brings me to my senses and I rush to his side to assist him in what looks like a tracheotomy.

"We've got to get an airway in him…fast! He's drowning in his own blood," Owen yells. I grab a tray of instruments and open it. Once the opening in the young man's windpipe is completed, a nurse starts ventilating him while I move to help Owen. He grabs instruments from the tray to clamp off the largest bleeders in the man's face and jaw while I take down the empty bag of blood and slip a new one into the pressure cuff.

"We need to get him into an OR!"

The nurses roll the gurney to OR three and Owen and I quickly slip into our surgical gowns to scrub in. I push the automatic slide door to the OR with my elbow and a nurse slips Owen and me surgical gloves before we start to work to repair the extensive damage. The young man is bleeding so profusely it's necessary to start four large needles in his leg, neck and both arms to pump blood into all of them simultaneously but he is a mass of blood, vessels and skin, so macerated that nothing seems to hold them together. The more Owen and I work, the more the young man bleeds. We pump 18 units of blood into him. But as fast as we pump it in, he pumps it out again and after hours of work, Hunt finally realizes, our rescue attempt is futile.

"That's it…I'm calling it. Time of Death, 11.02 am."

When a nurse rolls the gurney out of the OR, a snapshot falls onto the floor. I pick it up and look at it; it's a photo of a young couple…the young man and his girlfriend, dressed for prom. Tears come to my eyes. The young man is gazing sweetly at his girlfriend. Straight, blond and tall, he looks very handsome in a tux. She too, is tall with shining dark hair and love for her boyfriend is shining in her eyes. I swallow hard because the young man is now lost to himself, to his girl friend and to his future. I shiver when I realize…it's close to a month ago when I was almost in the same situation. I sink through my knees, cup my head in my hands and cry.

"Meredith?"

I look up at Owen and he's hovering over me, "Are you OK?"

I slowly shake my head and before I know what's happening, he lifts me and caries me to the adjoining scrub room where we both sit down on the floor.

"My dad died in a car accident when I was 6," Owen softly says after several minutes of silence. "My parents were arguing and my dad lost control of the car. I've missed him from day one and my mom's boyfriends just couldn't fit the description of him. It's why I decided to join the army!"

I look at Owen and frown. There's something different about him. He looks at me and I notice his wet cheeks.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. It's all I can say at the moment.

"It's OK Meredith…I'm the one who's sorry. I didn't mean to hurt Cristina. You must know…I really love...!"

"Shh…Owen, I know," I interrupt him. "I know!"

Owen kisses my cheek, and a little surprised I stand up as he does. He tells me we have to get back to the ER and I nod. When we walk down the long hallway, the walk back to the ER seems longer than the way there but a lighter feeling fills my stomach as we walk down the hallway together.

…

To my surprise, the rest of my shift passes uneventful and at 6 pm, I'm on my way to the locker room to get changed when the PDA in the pocket of my scrub pants buzzes. I check my phone to find it's a text from Derek.

I made us dinner. Why don't you invite Cristina and Owen?

I sigh but then return to the OR galleries to track down Cristina. She's nowhere to be found and at 6.17 pm, I'm more than a little pissed, because my shift is over and I'm still running around the hospital. I look around the cafeteria but they're not there either. As I'm checking the on call rooms, my PDA buzzes again.

Hurry home! I've texted Cris and Owen. They're already on their way!

I shake my head. What the heck? What is he up to? I shove my PDA back in my pocket and head for the locker room. By the time I get there, the early morning shift has already come and gone and I let out a sigh of relief. Good! I don't like it when it's too crowded. I take a look at myself in the mirror and decide to take quick shower. I take off my scrubs and unlock my locker. Wrapped in a towel, I enter the shower room and head for the third stall on the right. It has the best water pressure and the temperature doesn't waver between lukewarm to scalding hot like the other ones tend to do. After exactly fifteen minutes, I leave the shower room, feeling refreshed and less tired. When I head for the parking lot, I catch myself humming a song, looking forward to a nice evening with Derek, Cristina and Owen. I grab my PDA and text Derek that I'm on my way!

…

Exactly fifteen minutes later, I unlock the front door of my house. To my surprise, I find the living room dark and empty.

"Derek…Cris? Where are you…guys?"

My voice floats strangely down the hall but the house almost seems deserted. The kitchen is empty too and I'm wondering where everybody is when I see lights in the garden. I open the back door and step outside onto the porch. It's is covered with freshly cut flowers and candles. I swallow hard but my mouth goes bone dry. What's going on around here? My eyes need a few moments to adjust to the dim light but when they finally do, I see Derek, dressed casually in jeans and a white shirt. I wonder who the man standing next to him is but I'm even more confused when Cristina and Owen gather around us. Derek smirks a bit as he takes a step forward. My breath catches in my throat as he brushes a flyaway strand of hair from my face. His lips are only inches away from mine but he doesn't move, just whispers, "I'm not wasting another minute. Meredith…meet Mr. John Winters. He's justice of the peace…here in Seattle. He's marrying us…now!" My mouth drops in confusion but Derek leans forward so his lips brush along mine. When he takes a step back, I'm still standing in the middle of the porch with my eyes closed and my lips slightly parted. Is this really happening?

Roses. Petals blood red and soft as velvet surround us. I stare at them as time passes. I try to say something, but all that comes out is "How…?"

Derek touches my cheek, cups it in his hand, "I wanna make you happy. This is nothing more than making our post-it legal…no fuss…just a little ceremony…here at the house with Cristina and Owen as our witnesses. All you have to do, is say 'yes' and that's it!"

Derek offers me his arm, "So…what do you say?"

I smile back at him and nod, "I say…let's do this!"

"…To have and to hold, in sickness and in health…"

As the justice of the peace continues, I feel how my thoughts slowly drift off. I'm still conscious of his words but the thoughts in my head are literally swirling. This still feels so unreal. A mere few weeks ago, Derek got shot in the hospital and now…we're standing in the back of my yard…getting married…for real this time; it's actually happening.

Suddenly I'm aware of a pair of warm, familiar blue eyes staring expectantly at me and I click back into reality, realizing the justice of the peace is expecting an answer. He looks at me and…

"I do!"

The justice of the peace nods approvingly, "…And do you…Derek Christopher Shepherd, take the…Meredith Eleanor Grey…?"

…

I focus on Meredith, hearing and seeing nothing else. I only have to look into her eyes to feel better whenever things are bad; kindness, tenderness, love and strength in one, gorgeous woman…and now I'm finally marrying her.

"I do…," I softly say. I look up and her amazing smile appears.

"Then…by the power vested in me, I pronounce you…husband and wife!"

I take a step forward and press my lips to Meredith's. We've done it…We're married!

"Congratulations!" Cristina squeals, as she hands Meredith a glass of champagne. I see how she accepts it, "Thanks," she whispers. She takes a sip from her glass and

I smile as Cristina wraps her arms around Meredith.

Owen shakes my hand too softly says, "You two make a great couple…I'm glad for you Derek!"

I nod with a smile while a surge of adrenaline pumps through my veins and fills my heart with warmth and joy.

Derek's pov...

"OK guys…see you tomorrow!" Meredith steps over the threshold, stops to wave goodbye one last time and then gets back inside. She shivers and I step forward, longing to press my lips to hers, to soothe the shiver that passes through her slender well-formed body. I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me.

"Are you happy?" I ask while I brush my lips along hers.

Meredith's face becomes radiant as she looks up at me, slipping her arms around my neck and holding me tighter, "You're crazy…," she sighs contentedly, "….but I love being married to you!"

Yes…I'm finally married to Meredith. It's what I've always wanted from the moment I felt her small, slender hand in mine, held her soft and tender body against mine and the scent of her hair filled my lungs with every breath I took.

I open my eyes and look deep into the swirling depths of Meredith's blue-green orbs. I find many things in her beautiful eyes; passion, desire, tenderness and love! She blinks as she grabs my hand and pulls me towards the stairs. I pull her closer to my body and we dance; arms around each other. I can spend a lifetime holding her and it would never be enough. Our hips are swaying, like waves against a sandy beach. Suddenly, I have the urge to make her know how I feel. I stare into her eyes and am once again captured and captivated. Using all my strength I push her against the wall and pull her lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

Our kisses soon grow more feverish as I push my tongue into the sweet cavern of her mouth. I thread my fingers through her soft hair and she moans a little in my mouth. The knowledge of what I do to her turns me on even more and I shove my thigh between her legs. She puts her hands on my chest and pushes me away. She says nothing as she takes my hand and we hurry upstairs.

In our bedroom I press myself behind her, my hands roaming over her entire body. She turns in my arms and our mouths meet again.

Mmm…Meredith pushes me towards the bed and we pulls at each others clothing, tearing off piece by piece. I slide one strap of her bra down her shoulder, then I go behind her and wrap one arm around her waist. As I slide the other strap down, I leave soft kisses along her smooth skin. I unclasp her bra and run both of my hands up her stomach. I cup her breasts underneath the silky fabric and her bra falls to the floor.

Meredith moans, "Oh…Derek."

I continue my caresses, kneading her soft flesh and softly pinching an aching nipple between my fingers. All over sudden, she turns around in my arms and pulls my face to hers once again. Our kisses are all teeth and lips and tongues, wet and deep and warm. I gently push her slowly towards the bed. The smell of Meredith's arousal is overpowering. I slide my hand under the waistband of her panties and quickly remove the garment. A soft moan escapes her lips as I brush my hand against her sex. She arches her back and raises her hips slightly. I slip my hand between her legs and run a long finger along her sweet center. She gasps and moans again so I tease her with my fingers. Slowly I slip a finger inside her and begin to thrust into her while my thumb massages her sweet bundle of nerves. God…she's tight. I slip a second finger inside and start thrusting faster.

Meredith starts writhing under my touch. She screams my name as her body spasms around my fingers. I gently stroke her back as she attempts to regain her breath. She's lying across my lap, my throbbing erection firmly pressed against her stomach. I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of her warm skin on mine. I want her so bad. The smell of her is driving me crazy. No more foreplay…I want to be inside her…now!

A low growl erupts from my chest. I just can't take it anymore. My heart beats wildly as I twist and half throw us sideways back onto the bed, immediately climbing on top of her and diving into her warm, moist folds. The angle is perfect; Meredith tilts her pelvis and allows me to penetrate deeply. He legs, wet with sweat clung at my waist and her back arches. I use long, gentle thrusts, pulling almost all the way out each time. As I thrust inside, I can almost feel her cervix pulsing against the tip of my erection. A sheen of sweat covers Meredith's body as the intensity of our lovemaking increases. She whimpers each time as I hit her sweet, little clit with my belly. Her green eyes roll in her head as her feelings built and her breathing becomes more sporadic.

"Oh…yes, Derek…," she pants as I continue to thrust deeply inside her. One of her hands dugs into my scalp and the other rests low on my back. The pale skin of her neck and chest slowly turns red and we both grunt and gasp for air. I can feel her tightening around me, her pulsating muscles throbbing, begging for release. She's so close…I can smell it. Closing my eyes, I concentrate, waiting in anticipation for the best part.

"Mmm…oh…I'm…coming," she finally gasps as she comes.

The words ring in my ears, vibrated off my fingertips. With one final thrust, I explode inside her, feeling my erection spasm again and again, filling her with my own heat.

I open my eyes and we kiss for a few minutes, lost in the passion of our bodies…our souls. I kiss her neck and feel her smile against my cheek as she says sweetly, "I love you…husband!"