Meredith Grey- Session 9 Transcript- January 24, 2007
Let's get started, Dr. Grey. Anything you want to tell me about since we last met?
It's the same as last week. And the week before that. I sit at home and watch cooking shows in the vain hope that I can learn to make something other than Kraft Mac and Cheese for Derek and my roommates when they get home from work.
Is there anything stressing you out lately?
The only thing stressing me out is not being able to go to work. I don't understand why you won't just clear me. The hospital required I come to three therapy sessions. This is... what... our eighth?
Ninth. And I haven't cleared you because you're not ready yet.
What more do you want from me? I've told you everything I know! If there's something specific you want me to say, I'll say it! Just tell me!
You have to figure that out on your own.
I'm not a kindergartener. The only thing that's holding me back right now is you not letting me come back to work. If anything you're slowing my healing process.
I think I know what I'm doing, Dr. Grey. Now are you sure there isn't anything else stressing you out?
Like I've said the past four weeks, I'm fine. Something bad happened. I get over things quickly. I'm fine now.
You didn't get over your miscarriage quickly.
What gives you the right to talk to me about-
I am your therapist. It's my job to talk to you about the things you don't want to talk about.
I'm done. We're done here. Clear me or don't clear me. This is over.
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Meredith Grey- Session 10 Transcript- Feb. 15, 2007Dr. Grey. You came back.
I want to go to work.
Are you ready to talk to me?
Possibly.
If I'm correct, it's been about seven months since you had your miscarriage. That would make your due date around this time, right?
...Today. I was due today.
How are you handling that?
Well I'm upset, obviously. I could've had a baby by now... Derek's baby. We should be married with a child and instead I'm home alone most days and my closest friend is Rachel Ray.
So what are you going to do about it?
Well, I'm getting married in a month.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
Do you think that will help you?
I think at this point I just need stability. I need a job to go to every day and husband to come home to every night.
So you think the wedding will be a turning point for you... psychologically?
Yeah. I guess I do.
Anything else?
I can't stop thinking it's my fault.
What is?
Everything. I blame myself for losing the baby. If I hadn't cheated on Finn he wouldn't have tried to murder me.
Do you still think about Finn?
Sometimes.
Are you still having nightmares?
(no answer)
Are you afraid of him coming back?
Who wouldn't be?
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Meredith Grey- Session 14 Transcript- March 15, 2007
Dr. Grey. Don't you have a wedding to get to?
I do. I just wanted to stop in and say thank you.
For what?
For clearing me.
I haven't cleared you.
Just in advance.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
Your dress is beautiful.
You think so?
Do you?
I don't know. I never imagined myself as a white-dress kind of bride. But it was Derek's mothers and his grandmothers before that so I thought it would be like my initiation into the family.
I'm sure you've been part of the family for a while now.
Not really. All of the sisters kind of see me as the slutty intern who broke up their brother's marriage and then ruined him for three months because I was sad.
Is that how you see yourself?
I don't really know. I guess I do. It's kind of what I am.
How do you really feel about this wedding? Do you have any reservations?
I'm kind of afraid that everyone will hate me... all of his sisters, I mean. I really want to be a part of Derek's family but if they hate me... I'm just nervous about the impression I make on them.
What can you do to make things right?
I don't really know. I'm honestly terrified that I'm going to ruin Derek's family for him. I have this fear that if he marries me, his sisters will shun him and he'll blame me... divorce me before our honeymoon is even over and never speak to me again. I know it's crazy and he would never do that but it's still there at the back of my mind.
I think you're overthinking this.
Absolutely.
I also think you're going to be late to your own wedding.
Meredith.
George! Crap! Sorry! How much did you hear?
Doesn't matter. We need to go.
Okay. Right. Thank you. I'll see you next week.
Don't bother! You're cleared!
Seriously?
Enjoy your honeymoon!
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Derek stood in the center of the large chapel, an uncontrollable smile on his face. His eyes along with everyone else's were trained on the doors to the room, waiting for the moment they would open.
Cristina, Izzie, and Callie stood across from him, smiles on their faces as well. Meredith had chosen not to have any of his sisters as bridesmaids to avoid any hurt feelings about maid of honor and more likely to avoid the four of them in general. O'Malley had told him that he had heard her stressing out about them during her therapy session and he was slightly worried about her psychological status.
All of his worries faded away when he saw her walking through the doors.
She had finally worked up the courage to ask Richard to walk her down the aisle weeks after they decided on a date for the wedding and he had hastily accepted. Meredith seemed relieved she didn't have to walk alone.
Derek was stunned. He had seen Meredith and he had seen her dress but he had never seen them together. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her smile lit up the room when their eyes met and he had to fight to keep his knees from wobbling.
Richard stopped at the end of the aisle and kissed Meredith's cheek, grudgingly letting go of her arm with tears in his eyes.
After what felt like the longest 20 minutes of his life, the priest got to the important part. "Do you, Derek Shepherd, take Meredith to be your wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, 'till death do you part?" He asked.
"I do." Derek said through his tearful smile. Meredith had the same expression on her face as he slid the wedding ring into her finger with shaking hands. The priest repeated the question to Meredith.
"I do." She smiled and placed his ring on his finger.
"By the power vested in me by the state of Washington, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife." Not one face in the Church was without a smile. "You May kiss the bride." The priest finally spoke the five words Derek wanted to hear most and he stepped forward, placing one of his hands in Meredith's hair and the other on her hip. She clasped her hands behind his neck and kissed him to loud cheers from the crowd. He lifted her up and spun in a circle, barely hearing the loud whoops from their friends and family until finally, they broke apart, panting softly.
Everyone cleared out of the room slowly for the reception but Meredith and Derek stayed put, their arms still wrapped around each other. Soon they were the only ones left in the large chapel. Derek kissed her again.
"Mr. Shepherd." She said, offering him her hand to lead him into the reception room.
"Mrs. Shepherd." He replied, taking her hand and walking with her to the celebration of their eternal partnership.
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They took their honeymoon to a beautiful white sanded beach in the Bahamas, though it didn't really matter where they were because they rarely left their bed the entire two weeks. Every morning Derek would wake up and make them both breakfast for them to eat in bed and they would spend the rest of the day watching TV and consummating their marriage at any point possible.
Meredith sighed softly as her favorite couple finally confessed their love for each other on one of many of the dramatic TV shows they were in the process of watching. Derek looked over at her and smirked.
"You're really excited about them? I think if it took him that long to confess he loved her that they're not right for each other." He said. His wife took the bait.
"You took a while to tell me you loved me." She argued. He smirked and rolled over so that he was hovering above her.
"But can your TV characters do this?" He kissed her gently.
"Um... yeah." She giggled.
"What about this?" He suddenly stuck his tongue into her mouth and smiled at the quiet gasp she let out. He finally let her go for air.
"Possibly..." She panted.
"Oh... and this?" His teeth found her collarbone and he tasted her skin, smelling the decadent scent of her hair inches away.
"Y-yes." She grunted, feeling herself filling with anticipation and excitement.
"Well I can think of plenty of things your TV characters would never do." He whispered gruffly in her ear.
"Oh really?" She asked.
"Oh, yes."
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Six Months Later
Derek ran his hand slowly from his wife's thigh all the way up to her shoulder, feeling the way her body curved perfectly. He nuzzled his nose into the back of her neck and breathed deeply, a small smile on his face from the scent of her lavender conditioner.
"I used the memory of my dead mother to scrub in on a surgery today with the Chief." She admitted suddenly.
"Oh." He said, not sure if it was good or bad.
"You know what's weird?" She asked.
"What's weird?" He responded, his hand dropping down to squeeze her arm.
"It's exactly what she would've wanted." Meredith replied.
"Dead mommy's proud?" He whispered into her hair.
"Dead mommy's proud." She confirmed.
They were both silent for a few seconds. Derek breathed in her scent and felt her breathing beside him, closing his eyes as their rhythms slowly combined.
"How was your surgery? The aneurysm kid?" She asked to fill the silence.
"She made it through but... it wasn't great. I was distracted." He said vaguely. She could hear from his voice that he was upset and turned over to look at him, each of them placing a hand in the other's hair. He rubbed his nose against hers gently.
"By what?" She asked.
"Nothing. I don't know." He said, not wanting to hurt her feelings by telling her that he was distracted by her. It had been six months since they had been married and they were coming up on a year since he had gotten her back and Finn still hadn't been caught. He didn't know why he had been so distracted by it during his surgery but he couldn't stop thinking about her in the OR next door.
"On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it?" She asked. This was a question they asked each other almost on a daily basis when Meredith was still going to therapy. Normally he would ask her but sometimes she would turn the tables on him to make sure he was okay.
"Nine." He whispered and his eyes showed he was telling the truth. She leaned forward and kissed him, her fingers tickling his scalp.
"Can I make you feel better?" She whispered.
"You can always make me feel better." He responded, pulling her on top of him. They both pushed each other's hair back simultaneously and kissed again before Meredith sat up, straddling his stomach. She stared at him for a few seconds and he could tell she was trying to find the courage to say something.
"What?" He asked, his hands resting on her hips. Her eyes met his.
"Let's make a baby." She whispered.
"What?" He repeated, his mouth open and his eyebrows raised.
"Let's do it. I want more. Of us. Of you. I want a baby." She said.
"A-are you sure? I don't want to force you-" He started, but she cut him off.
"I'm sure. I want this." She said, leaning down and kissing him. He pushed her hair behind her ear and smiled at her. Realization crossed his face and he frowned worriedly.
"Meredith... the surgery..." He warned.
"I don't care about the surgery. Screw the surgery. Screw the odds. Let's make a baby." She argued.
"God, I love you." He sighed.
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For two months, they had sex at any opportunity they had. Meredith didn't know how much money she would have spent on pregnancy tests if she hadn't stolen them from the clinic. She felt like it might reach triple digits.
They had found some pretty interesting places to get a quickie in. Of course, the classic on-call room, linen closets, bathrooms, locker room, conference room, and at one point, an elevator... which was embarrassing to explain when the elevator stopped because of its seismic activity detection and they had been caught literally with their pants down.
They decided that they needed to take a break when Meredith thought she might be coming down with something. Despite her constant assurances that "It's probably just allergies", Derek stayed home to take care of her.
Meredith woke up on her third day off from work and rolled over, groaning softly at the killer headache and nausea that had been waiting for her the moment she left the comforts of her dreams. She reached to Derek's side of the bed and felt that it was empty and her eyes finally opened, knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep without him.
The door was open and she smelled something delicious coming from the kitchen accompanied by the satisfying sound of grease sizzling in a pan. The thought of eating made her even more nauseous, though, and she almost had to make a run for the bathroom to throw up but she held it down.
"Derek?" She called weakly a few seconds later, after the nausea had passed. The sound of sizzling stopped and Derek entered the room a minute later, armed with two plates of decadent breakfast.
"Good morning, my love. Feeling any better?" He asked. She held her hand over her mouth to stop from vomiting and shook her head. The breakfast looked so good but her stomach refused to allow her to want it.
"That looks so good." She whined. He set one of the plates down on the bed next to her and climbed under the covers with the other one on his lap. "I don't think I could keep it down." She sighed, her hand resting on her churning stomach.
"Just try. You need the nutrients." He sighed, placing his hand on top of hers. She nodded and lifted the plate onto her lap, scooping a bite of scrambled eggs with her fork.
She got the first few bites down just fine until she went for the French toast. As soon as it was within a few inches of her face, she got a look in her eye, one that Derek knew meant bad news. He grabbed both of their plates and set them on the nightstand, helping her up and into the bathroom. She kneeled in front of the toilet and he held her hair, resting his forehead on her back.
When she finally stopped throwing up, he lifted her up, knowing she was too weak to walk herself, and carried her into the shower.
"What are you doing?" She asked. He turned the water on at the temperature he knew was her favorite.
"We need to go to the hospital." He said. She shook her head.
"No! It's just the flu or allergies or something. I'm fine." She argued.
"I don't want to take the risk if you're not. I won't take that risk. We're going to the hospital." He insisted. She sighed but didn't argue anymore. "So unless you want both of us to walk into the hospital smelling like vomit, we're going to shower." He finalized, earning a slight nod from his wife.
He gently lifted her shirt over her head and then did the same himself. She leaned against him as he helped her remove her pants and then his. He struggled for a moment with the clasp on her bra but eventually they were both liberated from their clothes and they stepped into the shower.
For a few moments he just let the water run over them, standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her stomach and his chin resting on her shoulder. Then he washed her hair for her and almost fainted when the scent of lavender completely surrounded him.
"I admire your self-control." Meredith whispered, reaching backwards and holding his upper thigh.
"My self control?" He repeated gruffly, rubbing his cheek against hers.
"You haven't slammed me against the wall and demanded dirty sex yet." She giggled. He smiled and brushed his lips across her neck.
"There's still time for that." He whispered just loud enough to be heard above the roar of the shower water hitting the wall.
"We should get to the hospital." She said suddenly.
"Why? I could just keep you here with me forever." He murmured, not hearing the slight urgency in her voice.
"Derek..." She whined. He finally looked at her. She looked pale and her face was scrunched up in pain.
"Are you okay? Do you need to throw up again?" He asked, transitioning into worried-husband mode.
"No... it just hurts..." she groaned. He turned the shower off and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her tightly. He noticed she was trembling.
"What hurts?" He said, looking her up and down to see if she was bleeding.
"Ow! Derek!" She yelped, her arm wrapping around her stomach. He lifted her up and ran into the bedroom, setting her down gently on the bed. He grabbed one of his shirts from the dresser and pulled it over her head, satisfied that it covered her up decently. He did the same for himself and pulled some sweatpants over his still dripping legs and then hurried out the door with her in his arms.
He drove as fast as he could to the hospital, resisting the urge to press his foot down all the way on the pedal every time she convulsed in pain. She passed out after a few minutes and he increased his speed, pulling directly into the ER bay at Seattle Grace.
"Excuse me! This is for ambulances only! You can't park here!" Bailey yelled, running out of the ER. Derek ignored her and jumped out of the car, not noticing the look of shock the washed across her face.
"It's Meredith. She's been throwing up and had headaches for three days and she just started having abdominal pain. She passed out on the way." He said breathlessly, throwing open the car door and grabbing his wife out of the passenger's seat. Bailey was frozen for a moment before sprinting into action, yelling for a nurse and helping Derek set Meredith down in a bed.
"How long has she been out?" She asked.
"About five minutes." He responded. Bailey started an IV and drew some blood, sending it off with an intern to be tested.
"You said she was having abdominal pain?" She asked.
"Yes. We were in the shower and she just collapsed all of the sudden. She was pale and trembling and she was holding her stomach or her side. I couldn't see exactly and she couldn't tell me." He said. Bailey nodded, holding back her sarcastic remark about not needing to know about the shower part.
"Any blood in her vomit or urine?" She asked just to be sure.
"You think we're idiots?" He snapped. She nodded and put some gloves on.
"Abdominal pain could be gallstones or appendicitis and if there's no blood in the urine I would say appendicitis... but that doesn't explain the vomiting or the headaches." She thought out loud. Derek grabbed Meredith's hand with one of his and stroked her cheek with the other, his eyebrows furrowed with worry.
"She's waking up." He said softly when Meredith's eyelids started to flutter. Bailey looked up at her intern's face and waited for her eyes to open. "Meredith. Meredith, it's me, it's Derek, can you open your eyes for me?" Derek asked in a voice so gentle Bailey did a double take to see if it was really him.
Meredith's eyes slowly opened and her face contorted with pain. She looked over at Bailey confusedly.
"You're in the ER. I need to do a quick exam. Can you tell me where it hurts?" She asked, getting right to the point. Meredith blinked for a few seconds and then opened her mouth.
"App... Appendix." She croaked. Bailey nodded and started to palpate Meredith's abdomen, stopping when she reached the right lower quadrant. She pushed gently on it and the intern groaned, almost sitting up in the bed.
"Looks like an appendectomy to me. I'll wait for the blood work to be sure it's not something else. In the meantime, let's get some morphine." Bailey suggested. Meredith didn't argue.
"I apologize in advance for anything stupid I do while I'm high. I say dumb things when I get high." She said to Derek.
"You've been high before?" He asked.
"You haven't?" She giggled. He sighed and smiled, resting his forehead against hers.
"You are a naughty girl." He whispered. Bailey shivered and finished setting up the morphine drip.
"Oh, yes! Blood results are back. We can stop the PDA." She exclaimed. Derek stood up straight but kept his hands where they were, stroking Meredith's cheek comfortingly.
Bailey stared at the blood results for a few seconds. They both watched her eyes scanning over the words multiple times. She started muttering to herself but they couldn't hear what she was saying.
"Dr. Bailey?" Derek asked. She looked up at him.
"Well, um, your white count is up, which is consistent with appendicitis." She said slowly.
"So why do you look so shocked? Is something wrong?" Derek asked, his grip on his wife's hand tightening subconsciously.
"Your hCG is raised." Bailey said. Derek blinked for a moment.
"She's pregnant?" He asked.
"I'm pregnant?" Meredith asked a second later.
"Apparently." Bailey shrugged, unable to keep the smile off of her face. Derek leaned down and kissed Meredith, both of their faces covered by smiles.
"Oh no, I only thought it was done. Silly me." Bailey muttered to herself, hiding her face with her hands. "You still need surgery." She said loudly. Derek finally let Meredith go and they both looked at Bailey.
"You'll monitor the baby, though, right? Will the morphine hurt it?" Meredith asked. Bailey sighed.
"We will monitor your baby in the OR. The morphine shouldn't affect the fetus this early in your pregnancy. We will keep a close eye on you just in case. I have an OR scheduled in an hour. I'm going to go get you admitted." She said. Meredith nodded and looked at Derek.
"Lucky you." She snickered.
"Lucky me?" He asked, leaning down and kissing her forehead.
"You get to spend a whole hour with me on morphine." She said, waving her finger aimlessly. He smiled and used his thumb to stroke her hair.
"Or you could take a nap." He suggested.
"In the ER? What if something interesting comes in? I haven't seen blood in three days!" She cried. He chuckled and pulled up a chair next to her bed, preparing for a long hour of rambling and finger-waving.
"I think I need a nap." He murmured, laying his head down on the side of the bed. She ran her fingers through his thick curls.
"But who am I going to talk to?" She said, louder than necessary. He groaned softly.
"You can't talk when you're asleep." He stated. Meredith sighed dejectedly.
"Fine. But stay awake until Bailey finishes admitting me." She said. He nodded groggily.
"You really are a handful, you know?" He joked.
"But you love me." She waved her finger again and he chuckled.
"I do love you." He admitted. She scrunched up her nose and giggled.
The doors to the ER opened and Cristina ran in next to gurney with a patient that had something large impaling him. Meredith thought it looked like a blade from a fan.
"Wha-?!" She gasped, her mouth wide open in shock and her arms gesticulating wildly at the gurney. Cristina looked up at her.
"Meredith?! What are you doing here?" She looked at Derek.
"My appendix hates me and I'm pregnant." Meredith said before Derek could speak.
"You're pregnant?!" Cristina cried.
"FINALLY!" Meredith yelled as her person disappeared into a trauma room. She looked over at Derek. "He was impaled." She cried with wide eyes, pointing to the closed door of the trauma room. He smiled and nodded, praying that Bailey would find them somewhere to sleep soon.
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Oh it's finally done! I've been writing this chapter for over a week! I'm so glad I can finally post it and get to work on the next one.
Everything is not as it seems...
Kisses!
-E