Perfect
Meredith began running around the mess of a motel her and Sadie had been sharing for the past two days. Flinging clothes here and there, Meredith didn't care if she disturbed Sadie's beauty sleep or not. All she cared about is finding the perfect outfit to wear for her dinner with Derek. Meredith tried convincing herself that she wasn't even the slightest bit interested in this date─ no, dinner. She wasn't interested in this dinner. Her actions however showed differently.
"Death, what are you doing?" a groggy Sadie asked. "There's still light outside, what's with all this racket?"
"I got asked to dinner, I'm just trying to find something to wear," Meredith replied nonchalantly.
"Dinner? Like a date? I thought we had a rule no dates with the hot European boys, just drunken sex!"
"He's not a European boy, he's uh, American" Meredith giggled.
"Oh God, Death, that's even worse."
Meredith really didn't care that her friend disapproved. Sadie wasn't the best role model anyways and Meredith always went with her instinct despite others opinions. She was going to do what she wanted to do no matter what. And what she really wanted was this dinner with Derek. She had spent all morning laughing and walking the streets of Barcelona with him, she only imagined how their dinner would go. Meredith smiled at the thought of it. She couldn't wait to be sitting across a table with Derek sharing French bread and stealing each other's glances.
"While you're out making heart eyes with your American boy, I will be having a night on the town with all the European boys I could ever need." Sadie called to Meredith who was fixing her face in the bathroom.
"Yeah, yeah," Meredith waved off, "we'll see who had a better night tomorrow when you're throwing up all morning, Die." She laughed.
"As my mother always said 'a morning of vomit means that your night was done right!'" Sadie near shouted. Meredith laughed in reply.
A few seconds later Meredith came out of the small motel restroom and twirled around. "How do I look?" She asked in anticipation.
Sadie's eyes bulged open and her jaw dropped to the floor. "Death!" She gushed. "Wow, you clean up nice!"
"You really think so?" Meredith grinned.
"Hell yeah, you're gonna blow that American boy away."
Meredith was dressed to kill in a chic red blouse with a neckline that left very little to the imagination and a black skin tight skirt, she borrowed from Sadie, that barely reached her knees. Five inch black strappy heels completed her ensemble. Meredith felt out of her comfort zone but with Sadie's words of encouragement, confidence began to build up in her. She was ready for this dinner. Now all she had to do was wait for Derek.
Meredith checked her watch, a quarter till eight, she decided she better make her way outside. She grabbed all her essentials, including phone, wallet, and lipstick, and quickly bid goodbye to Sadie. "Don't wait up," she said with a wink, and with that she was out the door.
Meredith walked out to find Derek standing there on the busy Barcelona street right outside her motel. He was dressed in what seemed to be his nicest attire. Once she was in full view, his eyes roamed her entire body from head to toe. He had never seen anyone more beautiful.
"You showed," he grinned taking the lady by the hand.
"What? You doubted me Derek? I don't believe you," Meredith put on her best act.
"Meredith─ I… I … I don't know wh─" Derek began.
"Derek, stop!" Meredith cut him off, "I'm only joking with you."She said laughing. An infectious smile spread across her face knowing she had just made Derek sweat.
"And to think I had this big fancy date planned, maybe I should just go home…" Derek sighed.
"Oh stop being over dramatic and let's go," Meredith rolled her eyes.
Derek took Meredith's hand and guided her down the street to a panoramic bar called Mirablau, it was said to have the best view of the city's skyline. Meredith was in awe as she looked over the beautiful scenery. She visited a handful of bars while she was in Barcelona, but none of them quite compare to this.
"Derek this is beautiful," Meredith gushed in amazement. She had never seen anything like it before.
"It sure is. May just be the second most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He said staring at her.
"Are you trying to make a pass at me?" Meredith turned on her heels in disbelief.
"I'm sorry, its just that─ it's so hard not to." Derek grinned so big it hurt Meredith's cheeks.
Meredith scolded him with her eyes and he agreed to let off on the flirting just a tad. Meredith and Derek had a few drinks as they took in the view of beautiful Barcelona. It was truly breathtaking, but Derek knew they would have to leave soon if he wanted to stay on schedule with his plans. The moment Meredith finished her drink he grabbed her hand and dragged her to their next stop. Meredith was a bit confused when she found herself at a moped rental store.
"What are we doing?" She asked.
"Going for a ride," Derek smirked.
He tossed her a helmet and motioned for to get on behind her. She quickly obliged despite her concern.
"Hold on tight," he commanded when Meredith climbed on behind him.
He took her on the ride of her life and she didn't even have to get undressed for it. Meredith loved thrills and the moped ride with Derek was definitely a thrill. They zoomed up and down the streets of Barcelona, wind blowing through each of their hairs, adrenaline pumping through their veins.
"Holy crap," Meredith screeched once the ride was over.
"What's wrong?" Derek asked concerned.
"That was exhilarating, it was such a high. I don't know why anyone would ever want to do drugs." Meredith gushed.
"You think that was a high? You should try surgery." Derek admitted.
"Ha, my mother would have a ball if she heard you say that. Apparently I don't have what it takes to be a surgeon. I don't even have what it takes to make it through medical school." Meredith's eyes went dark at the mention of her mother. Derek wanted very much to ask her about it but decided against.
"Wait," Meredith started, "you're a surgeon?"
Derek smiled, "yeah something like that." He laughed.
"Dr. Derek, huh?" Meredith smiled. "It has a nice ring to it."
"Try Dr. Derek Shepherd, neurosurgeon. That has an even better ring" Derek smiled proudly, his ego getting bigger with every second.
"Oh God, let's stop right there before your head gets so big it falls off," Meredith laughed.
"Okay fine, let's get to our next activity shall we?"
Derek once again took Meredith's hand and guided her to their next destination. The two walked hand in hand down Las Ramblas, Barcelona's main street. They encountered all kinds of street performers and live entertainment. When a street vendor selling roses asked Derek if he wanted to buy a rose for the lovely lady he quickly jumped on the opportunity. The night had been going just as Derek planned, perfect. Meredith looked like she was having the time of her life. Derek could not stop staring at the permanent smile that had been plastered on her face for the majority of the night.
"One last activity before you can go back to your lovely hotel," Derek joked.
"Very funny. What is this last activity exactly?" Meredith raised an eyebrow.
"You'll see," Derek said waving for a taxi.
He gave the driver directions and said something else Meredith couldn't quite understand. Before she knew it they were being dropped off at the beach. The taxi driver got out and opened up the trunk of the cab. He pulled out a picnic basket, blanket, and a bottle of wine and handed it to Derek.
Meredith laughed, "oh really? A picnic on the beach, how cliché." She joked.
"You love it," Derek poked at her, "now come on."
He laid out the blanket and sat down pulling Meredith down beside him. He poured them each a glass of wine and put up his glass for a toast.
"To a beautiful night in Barcelona," he declared.
"A beautiful night indeed." Meredith agreed.
They sat for a moment content with each others' silence. The world seemed to stop as they stared in to each others' eyes. Nothing else mattered in that moment except for Derek and Meredith. Gravity brought their faces closer to one another as the space between them closed. Neither one ever lost lock of the other. Their lips crashed together and sparks flew immediately. Passion pumped through the both of them as Derek began to make his move. Just as he hovered above her, Meredith's phone rang, pulling them from their trance.
"Hello?" She answered,
"Yes, is this Meredith Grey?" The voice on the other end questioned.
"Yes, this is her."
"I have news regarding your mother."
"Okay?"
"She has early onset Alzheimer's."
Meredith gasped, dropping her phone.
"I'm sorry Derek, I have to go!" Meredith said, a hint of panic in her voice.
"Go where?" Derek asked concerned.
"Home. I'm sorry─ I'm so sorry." She cried as she ran down the beach to get back to where the taxi cab was.
Derek sat there on the beach dumbfounded. Home? He thought to himself.
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