Yet another update! Is this the good amount of updating? Like a new chapter once a week?

I've not written very much this week, because I'm in a Glee obsession :-D (currently listening to Damn it, Janet).

Anyway, when I'm watching something else, it's difficult for me to write Grey's Anatomy, but

I'm starting Private Practice again, which is kind of Grey's.

Point is: I'll start writing again :p

Enjoy reading and please send me reviews!

He calmed down, wiped his tears and opened the door. Mr. Sants stood right in front of him. "Everything okay, Derek?"

He tried to say 'fine', but that didn't came out. "Do I look like I'm okay?"

"Hey, you don't have to be angry at me. What's up?", his teacher asked.

Derek just sighed.

"Come on, sit next to me. You can talk if you want to, or you can avoid Meredith.", Sants smiled.

Derek just went with it. He sat next to his young teacher. Shaking his head, making fists, he obviously wasn't okay.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Did you have a fight with Meredith?"

"We didn't really fight", Derek managed to get out. "We just had... Oh God, I can't believe it."

Mr. Sants raised his eyebrows. "Talk to me Derek. I know I'm a teacher, but I'm a young guy, I've had my problems with the girls."

He sighed. "I don't think you've ever knocked one up."

The teach chuckled. "No, I've never done... Wait. What?"

"Knocked them up", Derek sobbed, "She's pregnant."

The eyes of Mr. Sants were wide open. "Are you... You're serious?"

"No," Derek said angry, "I'm crying in front of a teacher because I think it's funny. She really is, Mr. Sants. I've knocked her up."

Jason Sants sighed. "Derek... I... I really don't know what to say. I should be mad, because I'm your teacher. But that won't help you. What are you gonna do?"

"I said that I would support her with every decision. And that I don't want her to get rid of it. However, you see what I've done? I walked away already.", he said.

"You're 17. You've just heard that your girlfriend is pregnant. You can have a moment for yourself.", Jason answered.

"Do you have children, Mr. Sants?", Derek asked.

He smiled. "You can say Jason for now. And to answer your question: I have a daughter."

"How's it like?", Derek asked, "To be a father?"

"It's amazing. The love you get from that kid. The joy you feel when she does something new..." he smiled, "But it's hard. And it's busy. It's a lot of work, it's a lot of time. Kids aren't cheap. They don't sleep when you want them too."

They both sighed.

"What do I have to do?", Derek asked sencerily.

"I honestly don't know. Having kids is amazing, but I wouldn't have been able when I was your age. And you have college to worry about, you should be partying instead of thinking about this."

Derek shrugged his shoulders. "It's too late for that anyway."

Mr. Sants opened his mouth, and closed it again. He sighed, and found the courage to say something. "I know this is an intimate question, but... do you know if it happened here? That she got pregnant?"

"It happened here. We never ... Erm, we never... you know...", Derek answered hesitantly.

Jason nodded quickly. "Yeah, I thought that already. It's every schooltrip the same story. There are always new couples or relationships that grow stronger. We can't do anything about it. But we try to avoid this situations."

"You can't help it. We were stupid. And we have to deal with it."

"That's true. And you have to do it together, so you better go back to her," He took his student's shoulder, "Talk to her, hold her, just be there. And if you need anything, you can always ask me."

Derek sighed. "Okay... Thank you."

"Derek!", Meredith yelled when he was back. "Finally..."

He sighed. "Sorry, I needed a moment for myself."

"What does Sants know?", she asked.

"Everything."

Meredith looked angry. "What? What if he's gonna tell the other teachers? Can't you keep anything for yourself?"

"Hey!," he said, "You've just told me that you're friggin' pregnant, I needed to tell it to someone. I can't handle this on my own, Mer! Neither can you."

She was crying a little bit. "I'm sorry... I'm just scared."

"Don't you think I'm scared too? Because I am too. And I... I just don't know what to do," He looked at her, "What are we going to do, Meredith?"

She bit her lip. "I don't know. And my mom... she's gonna kill me. I can't tell her until we figure something out."

"I know," he yearned, "Maybe we should tell it to my mom... She'll help us, don't you think?"

Mer nodded. "Yeah, she is sweet. But maybe you should tell her first. If I'm there, she will... I don't know, you just tell her. But wait a week. I need time to think."

"Okay. God, I hate to even think about it. I can't imagine her reaction. You think she'll be angry?", he asked worried.

"No, she won't be angry. Rather disappointed."

He groaned. "Why does this have to be so hard. Babies are happy... aren't they?"

"Yeah," she smiled, "if you're old enough. And if it's planned." She was quiet for a moment. "Hey, Derek... when you put your hand on my stomach... I liked that. It feels like everything's going to be okay."

Her boyfriend smiled. He didn't know what he could do, but he could make her feel better, just for now.

She felt his warm hand on her belly. It warmed her up inside, feeling his strokes. She felt his lips on hers, his tongue was playing with her tongue, massaging her mouth softly. They ended in a hug, Derek held her really tight. "I'm gonna stand by you, Mer. I love you."

She sobbed a few times.

"Take care, Derek," Mr Sants said, "And if you need me, you have my number."

Derek nodded. "Thank you, sir."

The plane had landed half an hour ago, and Derek was on the way to his mom's car. He had said goodbye to Meredith already, who was going back with her mom. Derek had promised he'd call her once he told his mom.