Chapter 1

W-T-F

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. They belong to Shonda Rhimes (I hope I'm not mistaken)

Background: Starts from the beginning of season 1 with their first meeting at the bar. AU from there. Derek is looking for a fresh start, one-night stands and mostly- oblivion from his carefully built life back home. Meredith is a virgin but still hotheaded and stubborn to no end. When her one-night-stand attempt ends up her boss, she's mortified. Still, not as mortified as overhearing him talk to another attending asking him is she was frigid and Derek agreeing with him. Now he's determined to forget about her, and she will do anything to prove his words wrong. None of them expected to fall for each other in the process.

Most of the regular characters will be there, though I may give them slightly different stories. Christina is with Owen from the start, I was never much into Burke. Lots of drama because writing is my way to vent.

Hope it ends up a good story! Please leave reviews if you liked it, let's me know I'm not the only one reading it:P.

1.

'What about him?' muttered Meredith, gently nodding her head to show which guy she was talking about without being too obvious.

'Nooo!' Said Christina after taking a long look at him. Her, Meredith and Izzy were sitting at Joe's after their first night at the internship. They knew each other for a very short time, but so far Christina already felt like her new best friend, mainly because they seemed to think the same way.

Besides, just the way she was talking, even when half-drunk, somehow left little doubt in how sure she was. Both in herself and her opinions. Meredith appreciated that. For the past hour, the three of them had been getting drunker and drunker, and talking about whom they should go home with (as a salute to their last night of freedom before their internship really began. So far, Christina had shot down every idea- every guy Mer had pointed out. Meredith, who had a secret of her own, was not really that picky. If there was a time to get laid- finally- it was this moment. She felt the pressure of her life changing in a way she was yet to understand. Being an intern at a hospital, being her first real taste of being a doctor, meant she was finally an adult(at 23) and yet- somehow- a virgin.

When it came to matters of the flesh(of the sexual, and non-cutting variety) she didn't know much. But she knew one thing- she hated being a virgin, she hated taking about it or dealing with it. She was hotheaded and stubborn, emotional, and pretty much open to talking directly about any topic under the sun- besides this one. It had become this annoying little trait standing in the way of her being an adult and the person she was supposed to be. She didn't want to talk about it- as if that had lead to anything good in the past. She just wanted to do. She wanted to be somewhat drunk to take the edge of this being a thing, to free herself to take action, to free herself to change that one little annoyance that she didn't want to define her. Christina, blissfully oblivious to her dilemma, had shot down each of the guys Meredith had suggested to her. It was getting later in the night and the more guys Christina said weren't for her, the fewer people there were to choose from. This time she protested. Few more rejections from her friend and she'd have to start her intern year a virgin- something she was definitely NOT doing.

'But...'

'Noo!' re-affirmed Christina, downing another shot of tequila. 'He's wearing a fast-food uniform. And he looks waaay too young. You're going to be a doctor, you should only date doctors.'

'Don't be so picky. Besides, I don't plan on dating him...'

'That's true. He's still too young for you though. You want someone mature.' mumbled Christina, in all her drunken wisdom.

'Him?' Meredith shot a look to an attractive guy about their age, that was throwing darts at the dartboard and flirting with a bunch of nurses. This time, it was Izzie's turn to protest.

'No, not him.'

'Why not?' said Meredith, exasperated and annoyed at her new bubbly blonde friend. At this rate, there would be no one left for her to try.

'Because he's going home with me.' said Izzie, flashing her that confident smile that had gotten her on pages of a magazine before. She looked straight at him and walked towards him confidently, Christina nodding approvingly after her.

'Yeeah, you go get yours!' Meredith shot her an annoyed look. 'What? Hey, orgasms make you more relaxed, and the more relaxed you are the better she will do at work. Speaking of which...'

She cocked her head, indicating to Mer another older guy with reddish hair and appealing laugh. 'I am going to get mine.'

'Wait, what about me?' muttered Mer annoyed. When it came to this she knew nothing more than what she could read in books or online. She needed someone to bounce ideas off of. And then the guy next to the guy Christina wanted caught her eye. He was strikingly attractive, older than her, and with piercing blue eyes. She almost forgot to breathe for a moment. 'Chris...' she started, as if even finishing the sentence felt too long, she was that distracted.

'Chris-tina. My name is Christina. Hey?' The tequila had made her feel free-er than usual and she giggled.'Damn, hot,' She saw who Mer was starring at.'Mature, I'll give you that. Attractive. He seems moody though.'

'I don't need him for his mood.' protested Mer through the warm wooziness that the tequila was providing. Plus, a bit of darkness made him all the more attractive, she thought to herself.

'Atta girl.' Finally, Christina approved. 'Go. Get. Yours. See you for rounds tomorrow!'

Mer gave her a more confident smile than she actually felt. The jitters of what she was planning made her knees feel shaky and weak, and she stumbled on the strappy sandals she was wearing. The guy she was passing buy steadied her by her elbow, and attempted to use that as some sort of meet-cute moment, but Meredith was oblivious to anyone but the blue-eyed stranger still staring right back at her. She downed one more shot, and moved towards the guy. She mastered all of the confidence she'd ever had, and gave him her best smile.

'Hi. I'm Meredith.'

2.

'Derek.' He hadn't been gun-shy when he was sizing her up until now, but now that she'd come to talk to him suddenly he was more interested in his drink. It confused her. Her stomach ached, either from nervousness or tequila, she wasn't sure. He shot her a half -look initially, not really wanting to care that night, or get involved. Then her eyes struck him and her took a better look. Dirty blond hair, beautiful eyes and sticking smile, but underneath that there was sadness and hardness that usually only came with age. It confused him, and intrigued him. She was there for 60 seconds and he already had so many things he wanted to ask her. She was wearing light delicate flowery perfume that hit his nose when she was close and it was intoxicating. The black dress that showed off her curves in all the right places. He had noticed that, already, but now that she was close to him it was all the more harder to ignore. She was someone he wanted to talk to, get to know. He wanted to find out what made her eyes sad, just about as much as he wanted to know what was underneath that black dress. When she was walking towards her and the dress moved, there was this tiny glimpse of her bra strap that let him know that the bra underneath wasn't the expected black but powder-blue lace and that was intriguing too. He didn't want to be interested, in her, in her mind, in her story, or her body. Well, maybe her body. Still, he tried holding back, downing another huge sip of the vodka in front of him. He couldn't afford to get caught up in anyone right now. No matter how attractive she might be.

'Sorry, hun, not really looking for anything serious right now.'

He took another few sips of vodka, barely looking at her and it send a jolt of pain through the ball of nerves her stomach. She hadn't planned to want more, but his flat out rejection stung. Hadn't he stared at her just as hard as she had at him? She could swear when she was sitting with Christina he was burning holes in her clothes just staring. Maybe she'd made it up in her head. Maybe he'd liked her friend, not her. She could totally see that. Had she been into women, her attractive black-haired Asian friend would definitely be it. Unfortunately, the object of her current interest seemed to be staring at anything but her, right now.

'You don't... find me attractive then?' He inquired, braver than she felt. The alcohol was burning a hole through her stomach, and if she was going home alone, she'd darn well know why for sure.

'Not what I said' he clarified, still not even looking at her.

'I wasn't planning to propose or anything, you don't have to be a jackass about it.' his disinterest still stung, and she thought perhaps in his own still very rude way, he was trying to appease her by implying that he did like her- just wasn't interested in a relationship. Her voice had sounded a bit whinier than she liked and now he looked at her. Her eyes watered and she inadvertently looked away, the red pushing through her pale cheeks. 'Fine. Whatever. Can't a girl just ever want to get laid?' she muttered, almost to herself, a little too drunk to conceal her feeling. And, a bit too woozy- swaying even trying to stand.

Now he really looked at her- as well as at all the guys hungrily ready to take his place in taking her home. Not a chance.

He wasn't going to let her go home like that, and her friends seemed to have somehow vanished all of a sudden.

'You need a ride home? You shouldn't be going home alone like this...' She swayed again and he stood up, catching her by her elbow just in time. 'Come on, I'll drive you home...' He told himself, he couldn't let her walk alone- or drive- at night, looking like this...

'No, you know what, I am fine, I can take care of myself...' She protested and then his blue eyes filled with laughter.

'Didn't you want me to take you home about a minute ago?'

'Yes, I did...' She protested stubbornly, absolutely aware that her cheeks were still red. 'But that was when you were- when we were going to ...'

'When I what?' he found her fascinating and took a step closer. He was towering a full head taller than her, which she'd always found sexy, and his cologne his her nose now. She could feel the heat of his body and it made her thoughts a mess. It was hard to separate anything she wanted to say.

'Nothing. I'm parked outside. You can drive, I suppose.' She finally agreed, but still looking mad at him. She was too tiny to be that mad and somehow in this weird conversation, for the first time in months, he'd forgotten all about his worries. It fascinated him. Suddenly, he wanted more.

'Why, thank you!'

'Nooot a problem. Anytime.' she muttered and he laughed whole-heartedly.

3.

Derek didn't talk much during the drive, besides to get her address, and that gave her time to sober up. She felt way, way too sober. He pitied her- her and her being drunk and having to help her to get home. That was all. And it was humiliating. The anger kept building in her. There were- she was sure- guys that had been attracted to her in the bar. And yet here she had found herself in the car with a guy that barely looked at her, that is how unappealing he found her.

'Here we are' said Derek, oblivious to the mess in her head. He helped her to the door, and took her keys to open up. She was getting too sober for bulls**t.

'Yes, I know where we are. It's my home!' Mad, the tiny curvy blonde sounded mad at him and he looked her up and down in the low light of the street lights and the mood. She was strikingly beautiful and much, very, very much mad at him. He was flabbergasted.

'Are you mad at me for taking you home?'

'No, I'm mad at you for not letting me take you home.'

'What? You make no sense.'

'I took time, out of my week, to look like THIS.' She made a general gesture up and down her dress as if it had taken effort. He was somehow sure she'd be just as striking if she put no effort or makeup or clothes, for that... His mind started trailing off to that little peek of a lacy baby blue bra and... No, nope, he couldn't. He breathed in her intoxicating flowery perfume. He shouldn't... Still oblivious, she was almost yelling at him and it fascinated him that such tiny body could hold so much anger. He gave her a full grin, trying hard to remember why he was there. His laugh made her even madder and her eyes became 2 tiny lines. ''You have no idea how much effort it takes to study and work 80h weeks and look like THIS...'

She emphasized again, him grinning back at her.

'Tell me then.' he muttered softly now, taking a step and leaning in to kiss her neck. And then the night got a whole other level of confusing.

She looked up at him.

'I thought you didn't like me.' She managed just before his lips mashed with hers. Then he gently moved the hair out of the side of her face covering her in kisses on her cheek and her neck and she started feeling tingly and warm in a whole new way.

'I never said that.' He mentioned between the kisses. They stumbled through the door and closed it in the darkness, bumping through the apartment until they got to the couch. Suddenly she was laying on her back on her couch, his weight over her, covering her in hot, breathless, burning, teasing kisses, his hands pulling on her clothes and her hair and exploring her body. The heat was coming off of him in was and her stomach was contracting in nerves and excitement, unsure of how exactly things had turned like this.

'Derek...' she moaned between pleasure and protest, feeling his hand sliding under her dress, pulling her underwear fast.

Things were moving way too quickly, and she couldn't think. She had wanted him- she did want him- but this was going miles an hour and she couldn't think...

'I want you. I want to be in you. Do you want me?' He muttered in her ear. 'I need you, I want you, now...' his hands pulled the straps of her dress down, exposing her body until her bellybutton, and in one quick click the clasp of her bra was undone and he was covering her silky warm breasts in kisses, making circles over her nipples.

'I want you tooo...' She moaned, shaking with unfamiliar feelings. ' But Der...hmmm' It was hard to think, she wanted to slow down, she wanted him but everything was moving so fast and she couldn't think. Suddenly he was pulling her skirt up, her underwear down and he was over her. She wanted this, she wanted this but it was happening fast like a rollercoaster and all her muscles froze in knots of resistance.'Der...'

And then she could feel him, trying to push himself inside of her. She just wanted to tell him, to give her a minute, to slow down. She wasn't sure how and it was all moving fast. She was equally turned on and scared and she wasn't sure how to voice the chaos in her head.

'You're really tight still, you must not really like me, do you?' he laughed. It wasn't mean as a dig, more to express his confusion that after how hot they had been for each other, he was somehow having trouble entering her. He'd never felt so much resistance in trying to have sex. Almost as if she was a virgin, but he dismissed that probability. Suddenly she got brick red and tried to frantically push him off of her. She was too small to really do that, but he got the message and uncertainly pulled out, sitting in the darkness confused at the sudden turn of events.

'Get out!' She said, feeling the tears of humiliation pushing through the alcohol haze.

'What? What did I do? Did I hurt you? I thought you wanted to... you practically said...' He was flabbergasted. She felt humiliated. She couldn't even do this one thing right, her body betraying her. Damn it! He finally wanted what she wanted and her body was betraying her.

'Get out, get out get out!' She screamed, drunk and frustrated, her eyes gleaming from pain and anguish. She was still a virgin and more humiliated than ever.

'Meredith, what is going on-' He said, not genuinely sad and concerned. She took a random book from the coffee table next to the couch and threw it at him while he was clumsily getting dressed.

'But what-'

'OUT!' She cried out, and ran in the bathroom to throw up, happy she lived alone for once and there was no one to see her humiliation. He stood in the middle of the room, unsure what to do, mad and worried. THIS was not how he had hoped the night would go. Slowly, he remembered who he was. He couldn't get involved in drama. Not right now, not so soon. Besides, she seemed very clear on what she wanted out of him now. He shrugged, feeling drunk and shitty for not grasping what the hell happened. And then he left to catch a cab. Sleep. He needed to fucking sleep this mess off to know what the hell had just happened.

Thankfully, Meredith thought as she was throwing up, thankfully I'll never see him again.