Author's Note- This is where the story jumps a little, bear with me. I'm going to try to follow the story line of Grey's as much as I can. I'm sorry this has taken awhile to get out, I just moved into my dorm and I've been busy with stuff for school. I'm going to try posting every week but since school is starting I'm not going to make any promises, try to be patient with me, please! Also I never did a disclaimer so here: I do not own anything Grey's Anatomy. Enjoy! And please review!

Unexpected

Four Years Later

Meredith had just finished medical school, (she finally had incentive to go with her mother's disease and all) she was getting ready to start her internship at Seattle Grace Hospital, one of the best teaching hospitals in the country. The hospital was hosting an intern mixer for all the incoming interns and Meredith was having a mental breakdown trying to get ready for it. Clothes were being flung from boxes all over the living room floor of her house, no, her mother's house. She had just moved back to Seattle and didn't feel the need to unpack. She wasn't planning on staying in this house for long anyways. There were way too many memories. Unwanted memories.

"Stupid intern mixer, stupid internship, stupid hospital, stupid job," Meredith cursed.

She hated organized parties, she hated being forced to mingle with people, she hated it all. The only part she had been excited about was the free booze. That she loved. Meredith prayed the alcohol at this mixer made it all just a little bit more interesting than it had sounded.

Meredith had been at the intern mixer for a good hour now; she mixed and mingled, met some of her new coworkers, and now she felt it was her time to sneak out the door. She slowly and discretely made her way to the exit, but before she could get halfway she was stopped by a short, dark haired guy.

"I'm George," the man extended his hand.

Meredith fake smiled, "Meredith," she reached for George's hand.

"Nice to meet you," He smiled, "So what program are you in?"

"Surgery," Meredith responded seemingly uninterested in finishing this conversation.

"Wow! Me too; isn't this cool? A mixer for all the interns? I think its pretty coo─"

"Will you excuse me? There's somewhere I need to be." She cut George short, walking away before he could say anything else.

On her way into the hospital earlier that evening Meredith spotted a bar across the street, Emerald City Bar, or something. She really needed a drink, another one. Away from the hospital and her new bosses and coworkers. She needed to be at a bar top drinking tequila and preparing herself mentally for her first day of work.

"Tequila, straight, please," Meredith ordered from the bartender, Joe.

"Straight tequila, really? You are going to be sorry in the morning," Joe smirked.

"I'm always sorry in the morning, but tomorrow I start my first day of work, so keep them coming." Meredith laughed.

Meredith sat at the bar for the rest of the night drinking her tequila, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone had been staring at her. After about an hour she decided to call it a night and leave, on her way out of the bar she looked around to see if anyone was watching her as she left, but she didn't notice anybody. Must've just been a funny feeling, she thought to herself.

Beep, beep, beep! Meredith's alarm sounded. Without hesitation she pressed snooze. An extra five minutes of sleep couldn't hurt, could they? Thirty minutes later she awoke and looked at the clock, 5:30 a.m.

"CRAP!" she cursed, "My first day, and I'm going to be late. How does someone oversleep on their first day?!"

Meredith didn't even bother showering, she put on whatever clothes she could find first, brushed her teeth and hair, and was out the door. She sped through the streets of Seattle racing to get to Seattle Grace. "I cannot believe I overslept!" Meredith screamed. When she reached the hospital she pulled into the first parking space she could find and ran into the hospital and up the stairs to the surgical floor. The Chief of Surgery Dr. Webber was giving the new interns a motivational speech; she slipped through the door just in time to hear the end of it.

"Each of you comes here today hopeful, wanting in on the game. A month ago you were in med school being taught by doctors, today, you are the doctors. The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your lives. You will be pushed to the breaking point."

Meredith looked around the OR and found many familiar faces from the night before. She examined the room she had longed to be in the most. This was her home. This is where she felt the most comfortable. She also felt like she had no clue what she was getting herself into.

"Look around you, say hello to your competition," Chief Webber continued, "eight of you will switch to an easier specialty, five of you will crack under pressure, two of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is you arena. How well you play? That's up to you."

Meredith looked around the familiar faces she had seen the night before. These people were her coworkers, her competition. She began to feel the pressure. She thought she was screwed. Meredith made her way to the locker room so she change into scrubs and start her first forty-eight hour shift. She had Dr. Bailey as her resident, or as others called her "The Nazi," The toughest resident in the hospital. Bailey went through her five rules, and right when she finished she was paged 911 for an emergent patient. Katie Bryce had been admitted for having multiple seizures; Dr. Bailey put Meredith on the case.

Meredith in charge of a fifteen year old girl with seizures on her first day was not expected, but she dealt with it. It was better than being stuck with rectal exams like Izzie, another intern. Katie Bryce's parents had questions; Meredith asked Bailey who the parents could talk to.

"Do you talk to them or do I get Dr. Burke?" Meredith asked.

"No, talk to Dr. Shepherd, he's the attending on her case now. He's right over there." Bailey pointed to a corner were three men were talking, one man that happened to look very familiar.

When their eyes met the attraction from that one night in Barcelona started up all over again. Meredith quickly ran out the door. This could not be happening. Didn't Derek─ Dr. Shepherd live in New York?

"Meredith!" Derek called from down the hall.

"What Dr. Shepherd?"

"Dr. Shepherd? Did you forget my name, really?" Derek flashed his award winning smile.

"Derek!" Meredith whisper shouted, "We can't know each other. I mean not the way we know each other."

"You know I thought I had seen you at the bar across the street the other night, but I thought maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me. Guess it wasn't." Derek smirked giving Meredith dreamy eyes.

"You can't look at me like that!"

"Like what?"

"Like you want to see me naked."

"But what if I do?"

"Stop!"

Meredith turned to walk away but Derek grabbed her shoulder. There was no way he was letting her leave him again. She walked away from him once, and to him that was enough.

"Go to dinner with me," Derek stared Meredith deep in the eyes, "let's finish our date the way we should've in Barcelona."

Meredith just stared. She knew this was wrong. He was her boss. Her attending. She couldn't go on a date with him. If anyone in the hospital found out it would destroy her. But there was something in her that wanted to say yes, he was just so dreamy, and perfect, and gorgeous, and his hair, oh his hair.

"So?" Derek interrupted her train of thought.

"I─ Uh, you're my attending."

"And?" He questioned.

"It's wron─" before she could finish her sentence, Derek pressed his lips against hers. Their lips moved in sync with one another like a world class dance team. The kiss was passionate like nothing could tear them apart─ except for a Meredith's pager.

"911 Katie Bryce!" She yelled pulling away and running to the young girl's room.

Derek wasn't far behind when Meredith reached Katie's room. She was seizing and her pressure was dropping Meredith and Derek called out drug orders to the nurse simultaneously. They were still moving in sync even while working.

"Nice job in there," Derek congratulated Meredith, "you really knew what to do."

"Thanks," Meredith let out a breath of relief. She had actually done well.

"Now how about that date?" Derek smirked.