Derek ran a hand through his hair as he parked his car in front of the trailer, looking out at the house that was actually starting to look like a house. The interior walls were almost complete, and the main focus right now was the roof. He shook his head slightly as he looked over at their cliff. His house had a roof. He and Meredith were literally watching the roof go up over their heads.

As he stepped into the trailer, he immediately felt the need to turn around and run back to the hospital. His wife was not in a good mood.

"Stupid fucking sheets," she muttered, and he bit back a laugh as he stepped closer to the bed to see her wrestling to get the fitted sheet onto the bed. Her hair was a mess, piled on top of her head, and her eyes were flashing. She was madder than he had ever seen her, and he quickly ran through everything he had done recently in his head, trying to figure out if he was the cause of this anger.

"Mer?" he asked hesitantly, reaching out tentatively to place a hand on her shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" she snapped, turning to look at him. "No, I'm not okay. What kind of question is that? Seriously, Derek, you're the one who insisted on buying this stupid trailer with the dumb bed that doesn't have any sheets that fit it."

"Okay, you're not upset because of the sheets," Derek said gently, not daring to tell her that she was trying to put them on sideways.

"No," Meredith shook her head. "I had a meeting with the superintendent today. And due to stupid dumb budget cuts, they're transferring me to the high school."

"What?" Derek asked. "You can't teach high school. You teach first grade."

"Thank you!" Meredith cried, turning to pace very small laps in the confined space of the trailer. "I have been trying to convince my stupid bosses of that all day."

"Are you even certified to teach high school?"

"Yes," she sighed. "I was in a special program in high school, I got a dual degree in elementary and secondary education."

"Oh," Derek sighed. "So…you're moving to the high school."

"I don't want to," she sighed, collapsing onto the bed beside him. "You have to do something."

"What?" Derek asked. "What am I supposed to do."

"I don't know," she cried, throwing her hands in the air. "You're my husband. Aren't husbands supposed to fix things for their wives?"

"Well, I love the confidence you have in me," Derek sighed. "But Mer, I'm afraid this one is all you. I'll support you whatever you want."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I make enough money to support both of us," Derek said. "You can take time off. Except I know you'll be completely bored."

"Yes, I would," Meredith nodded. "Seriously. I miss one stupid meeting because I'm getting married and they completely shove me to the bottom of the barrel. Who punishes people because they're getting married?"

"Mer…"

"I mean, why couldn't they have transferred that moron Andrew? He's completely incompetent, and he still looks at me in this completely creepy way, which is probably my fault because I let myself think I could fall in love with someone who wasn't you. But I couldn't do that because you're you. But he should just leave me alone. I mean, isn't screaming your name when I was in bed with him enough of a clue?"

"Meredith."

"How am I supposed to teach high school history? I know absolutely nothing about the stupid revolutionary war or how the slaves were emancipated or any of that. I teach addition and subtraction. I don't teach historical patterns and lessons learned. Seriously, to who does this benefit."

"Meredith!" Derek said firmly, reaching out to pull her to sit on her lap.

"What are you doing?" she snapped, trying to pull out of his arms.

"Why don't you just try to find a job at another school?" Derek suggested, holding her tight against him.

"Another…" Meredith eyes lit up as she turned to cup his face in her hands. "I knew there was a reason I married you!"

"Glad I could be of service," Derek laughed.

"I'll probably still have to teach high school for a year," she sighed. "But while I'm doing that, I'll look for other jobs."

"Good," Derek smiled, tightening his arms around her. "You want to walk up to the house?"

"Oh," Meredith bit her lower lip. "I um…already saw it today."

"Why do I have the feeling that you did something you weren't supposed to?" Derek asked.

"Well…I was pretty angry when I got home from my meeting," Meredith sighed. "I may have gone up there and asked for a hammer and some spare pieces of drywall and then gotten all of my rage out that way. Or well…some of my rage."

Derek laughed as he pulled her closer. "How crazy did you seem?" he asked.

"Some of the workers were probably scared of what I would do to them if they got anything wrong on the house," she giggled. "And maybe you should go up there so they know that you're alive."

"I've never known you to have this much of a temper," Derek laughed. "It's kind of hot."

Meredith smiled as she straddled him. "I could call the superintendent and get mad at him again," she whispered. "And then we can try having angry sex."

"Let me dial for you," Derek whispered as she shoved him onto his back on the bed.

XXXXX

"Dr. Shepherd," a nurse sighed as he ran down to the ER a week later. "There's a patient in Exam Room one refusing treatment from anyone besides you."

"Can I see the chart please?" Derek asked, glancing down at his watch. Today had been Meredith's first day as a high school teacher, and he wanted to be home to hear about it.

"No chart," she sighed. "She refuses to tell us her name or her complaint. Only that she needs to see Dr. Shepherd immediately."

Derek rolled his eyes as he moved to the exam room. "I'll be back to make up a chart," he sighed.

As soon as he opened the door, he blinked in surprise before he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "Mer, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I have a surprise for you," she giggled, shrugging out of her denim jacket and reaching for the buttons on her blouse.

"Okay, as much as I love you surprising me at work like this, I'm a little busy," Derek sighed. "Can it…what the hell is that?"

Meredith smiled as she turned so her back faced him and she felt him run his hands over her right shoulder. "You like?"

"Mer," he breathed. "You tattooed my name on your back?"

"Mmmhmmm," she nodded. "I was bored."

"So you got a tattoo?" he asked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the black outline of his name.

"Yeah," she shrugged. "Do you like it?"

"I love it," he smiled. "I can't believe you did this."

"It's not that big a deal," she shrugged.

"Meredith, my name is on your back."

"I know," she nodded. "I know you wanted me to put it on my forehead so other men would stop hitting on me. I figured this was a good compromise."

"Very good," Derek nodded. "Did it hurt?"

"Not really," Meredith shrugged. "Addison was with me. I'm pretty sure she won't be able to scrub in any time soon because I was squeezing her hand so hard, but…that's not my problem."

Derek laughed as he leaned down to kiss the tattoo one last time before he turned her around to face him. "How was school?" he asked.

"It was better than I thought," she sighed. "I loved being called Mrs. Shepherd all day."

"That must have been a definite bonus," Derek nodded.

"And the kids…some of them aren't that bad. But then there are the ones like me."

"You mean the angry punk rockers with pink hair?" Derek smirked.

"Shut up."

"Hmmm," Derek sighed. "So I was about to leave when there was a mystery patient in the ER."

"That patient needs a very…inappropriate exam," Meredith smiled. "Maybe we should go out to the woods. So I can make you scream as loud as you want."

"Okay," Derek nodded. "But first…a pit stop."

XXXXX

"You're such a copy cat," Meredith giggled as they walked into the trailer a few hours later.

"I am not," Derek frowned as he collapsed onto the bed.

"I got a tattoo of your name and suddenly you have a burning desire to get one as well," Meredith rolled her eyes as she reached for his pants, pulling them down and gently easing the patch of fabric off of his skin to reveal her name imprinted on his hip. "And you were a very brave boy. You didn't cry that much."

"I wasn't crying," Derek rolled his eyes.

"Sure," Meredith nodded.

"I kept thinking he was going to slip and the needle would…well, it doesn't matter."

"Hmm," Meredith smiled as she shifted her attention to his hardening penis. "I would have been very angry if he had damaged this perfection in any way," she giggled.

"That's all I'm saying," Derek nodded.

"Hmm," Meredith smiled as she leaned back to strip herself of her clothes, watching Derek pull his shirt over his head as well.

"You know," Derek whispered. "When I was in high school I had this fantasy about my history teacher."

"Oh did you," Meredith raised her eyebrows. "Tell me more."

"Well, I was a very bad student," Derek said huskily. "And she needed to punish me. And after she punished me for being such a bad boy, she had to teach me."

"What kinds of things did she teach you?" Meredith purred, running her fingertips over the outline of her name on his hip.

"Dirty things," Derek gasped.

Before Meredith could respond, the door to the trailer burst open and both of their heads snapped up to see Lexie stumble in. "Mer, I knocked, but…oh. Wow, okay, I'm going to go die now," she stammered as she set her eyes on them.

"Lexie," Meredith gasped as Derek fumbled for the covers. "You can't just come into peoples houses. Especially newlyweds because there is a very good chance that newlyweds will be having sex."

"Usually newlyweds wouldn't be having sex when they're expecting company," Lexie argued.

"Stop looking at my husband," Meredith snapped. "Naked, he's naked."

"Right," Lexie said as she turned her back to them. "You invited me and George and Mark and Addison over for dinner."

"Crap," Meredith breathed as she slid into her clothes. "I totally forgot."

"Me too," Derek sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'll…I think there's some steak in the freezer."

"Thanks," Meredith breathed, kissing him quickly. "I'll go entertain them."

"I'm so sorry," Lexie breathed as she followed Meredith out to the porch. "George is on his way over with Mark and Addison, and I just figured that you would be cooking or something."

"It's not really that big a deal," Meredith shrugged. "I definitely don't have anything to complain about."

"You really don't," Lexie giggled. "I mean not that I was looking or anything, but it was just there and Derek…wow. You weren't kidding when you said he was…well endowed."

"I know," Meredith giggled. "And what he can do with it…"

"Okay, I don't need details," Lexie winced. "I'm just…very impressed."

"Trust me, I am too," Meredith nodded.

"You want to know something?"

"Definitely," Meredith said.

"You know I…well, I slept with Mark once," Lexie said. "And I think we can settle the eternal competition between the two of them once and for all."

"Oh really?" Meredith asked. "And who wins."

"Definitely Derek," Lexie nodded. "By at least an inch."

Meredith smiled slyly. "I thought so," she giggled.

"I mean, George is good…but Derek's…"

"Okay, we can stop talking about it now," Meredith frowned. "It's my penis."

"I'm not sure I want to know that I want to know what you're talking about," Derek laughed as he came out of the trailer and sat down beside Meredith.

"Just comparing notes," Meredith giggled, leaning into him. "Lexie is very impressed."

"Well, that's not awkward," Derek rolled his eyes.

"It's a compliment," Meredith smiled. "And I'm glad that it's all mine. Well, yours and mine."

"We can stop with the girl talk any time," Derek said.

"Don't pretend that guys don't talk about sex," Lexie giggled.

"Well…it's more bragging than talking," Derek said.

"We can brag," Meredith nodded, turning to her sister. "Dude, last week Derek totally took me from behind over my desk at school. Best sex ever, man, you've got to try it sometime."

"That is not how it works," Derek rolled his eyes.

"I don't man a good guy?" Meredith frowned.

"Definitely not," Derek laughed. "But it's okay. You being a woman is one of the main reasons I love you."

"Well, I'm glad to know that," Meredith murmured as she pressed her lips against his softly.

"Oh thank God," Lexie cried as Mark's car pulled up.

"Mark Sloan is here, the party can start," Mark bellowed as he got out of the car.

"I don't know," Meredith giggled, leaning into her husband. "I think the party starts with Derek."