Hello! What do you mean it's been a week since I posted? Hahahaha...ha...ha...ha.

But...Dianne, after many years (it feels like years, it's been like 3 weeks), I finally present you with Meredith-high-on-morphine-but-Merder-are-together-but-it-is-set-in-the-Love-universe-and-no-one-knows-they-are-together-yet-kind-of! I desperately need to figure out what I'm doing with Love, but I promise it won't be abandoned forever (although I'm not sure I can promise that it won't be a while, and I may or may not have to do some rewriting).

Anyway, enjoy!

Everyday when he felt to his right, Derek Shepherd's hand would find the body of his girlfriend, Meredith Grey. He had never woken up with her gone because his spine never allowed him to sleep for more than six hours without waking him, begging him to change position, and Meredith loved a good sleep in.

Except today.

Today, when he felt to his right, all he was met with was the cold of the world as his hand reached the air.

He sat up properly to find that the covers on her side of the bed had been folded over, as if she had gotten out of the bed in a rush.

He flipped his own covers over, moved his legs to the side of the bed, and transferred over to his chair, which was sat in its usual position by the bed. After a second of adjusting himself, he headed to the bathroom.

"Hey, Mer-" He called before knocking twice. "You in there?"

Nothing.

The door was locked, so there was no way she wasn't in there, unless for some extremely peculiar reason she had decided to lock the door from the outside and then have breakfast, but that made absolutely no sense at all. He couldn't hear the shower running either, and she'd be able to hear him if she was having a bath. "Meredith?"

Still nothing.

He swallowed. What the hell was he supposed to do now? "Okay...uh- if you don't give me some kind of answer in the next five seconds, I'm going to unlock the door, okay?"

Nothing. Nothing at all. Not even something after ten seconds.

He sighed, collected her house key from her beside table, and slipped the back of it into the lock. He twisted it round to force the lock to release and, when he grabbed the handle this time, the door moved.

"Mer, are you-"

Crap.

"How are you doing? Do you need something to drink? Some water? A snack? Any painkillers?" He listed off. "You have to tell me if you feel worse, okay? None of us liked discharging you today so you really do have to-"

"Derek-" She sighed. "I'm fine."

He nodded. He really had to stop panicking. "Okay...okay, you're fine."

"Except-"

"Except what?" He asked instantly, his attempt at not panicking over every little thing instantly collapsing.

"I want to be able to remember."

"Oh, Mer. Not this."

"Please. I want to know what happened." She begged with her best puppy eyes. A combination of morphine and anesthesia had wiped a few hours out her memory, and she had been begging him to tell her what had happened every five minutes for the last two days now.

"Are you sure?" He asked, settling next to her on the bed.

"Why...how bad was it?"

"It-" He sighed. "Um...yeah. It wasn't great."

"I still want to hear it."

"Okay." He agreed hesitantly. "But it's not my fault if you wish you didn't know afterwards. Deal?"

She nodded, just ecstatic that he had agreed. "Deal."

"Hey, hey-" Derek couldn't help but utter as he felt her hand shift in his.

Her hand pulled out of his, and moved to her face to scrub at her eyes. "Watamidoha-"

"Whata mid who ha?" He repeated.

A smile just about appeared on her face at that.

"You're in hospital. I found you unconscious on the floor of the bathroom and called 911." He explained before she could ask another slurred, confused question, knowing it would just be easier for him to do the majority of the speaking.

"Mmi pregnant? Did you make me pregnant?" She asked. "Stupid...boy parts and their swimmers. Shoulda been a lesbian."

He couldn't help but smirk at her, just about managing not to laugh. "No. You're not pregnant. You just have appendicitis- well, had appendicitis, so you're high on morphine."

"Oh." She breathed. "That's why I'm loopy-loo."

This time he did laugh. "Yes, that is why you're loopy-loo."

She didn't reply to that as she looked around the room, and at herself as her reality set in. Recovery from surgery was never nice, and she'd be missing quite a lot of her education for convalescence.

"The surgery went well with no complications. You're here because you only came out about twenty minutes ago, but you'll be moved to the ward pretty soon. Obviously you'll be here a few days, and then you won't be able to work for quite a bit."

"You'll take care of me?"

He smiled. Even if she wasn't looking at him with those sparkling eyes, he'd say yes. "Of course. I'll always take care of you, you know that."

She giggled at that.

"What?" He asked, his voice soft.

"You're just...the best boyfriend ever."

"Oh." His smile wasn't lost, but changed a little. "Okay."

"You're just so...adorable. And I don't think you know." She continued. "But you are. You are...the most adorable boyfriend. Ever!"

"And you are just a little high, aren't you?" He sighed as he reached to her face, and pushed a fallen strand of hair behind her ear.

"I mean...it was pretty embarrassing that I was so...free with everything I was saying. But...that was okay, wasn't it?" She asked hesitantly.

"Oh, yeah. That bit was okay. It's the next bit - when Cristina, Izzie and George came to see you - that went...horribly, horribly wrong."

"Woah." George couldn't help but breathe at the pair. Derek's hand - Dr Shepherd's, their boss', hand - was stroking a hair away from Meredith's face.

Crap. For the second time today.

"Cristina! I'm not pregnant!" Meredith announced with a smile as she looked to the doorway, and spotted her three friends.

"Yeah, Mer. We know." She agreed.

"Oh! And- George, Izzie- meet the not-father-" She said, looking to Derek...and totally ignoring the look on his face. "Well-" She laughed. "I guess you don't need to meet him since you already know him."

Izzie and Derek shared a look. Izzie was shocked at this revelation, but also sympathetic of the obvious embarrassment of sky-high Meredith.

"And I know what you're thinking-"

Uh oh. Crap, even (for the third time today).

"You think I'm nuts. I would think I was nuts like six months ago. But-" She sighed as she looked over to him. "Derek is nicest, sweetest, kindest, funniest, most intelligent, most caring, most handsome man I have ever met, and some days I feel so...blessed that heeven considered being my boyfriend."

Now he felt bad. He expected her to say something terrible, and embarrassing and horrible. But it was actually one of the nicest things she had ever said about him (not that she ever said un-nice things about him, unless they were teasing each other).

"And, of course, the size and usage of his peni-"

Nevermind, there it was.

"No, I did not-" She breathed, eyes wide.

"Yes, you did. Well, you tried. I may or may not have had to cover your mouth before you got any further." He agreed, with an almost pained look on his face at having to explain it all to her. "Hence why I told you that you didn't want to remember."

Her cheeks burned red. "Oh my god! No wonder Izzie looked at me like that when she came round yesterday!"

He chuckled.

"But I wasn't wrong, was I? Girlfriends are never wrong, you know that rule."

He smiled. "I do know that rule. But answer is no."

"What? I didn't ask anything." She pointed out.

"You want sex. And you literally have a dozen stitches in you. The answer is no."

She pouted. That definitely wasn't what she was after. "Worst boyfriend ever."

"Worst boyfriend ever because I don't want your stitches to split and for you to die?" He asked.

She sighed, but stood her ground. "Yes. Exactly."

He rolled his eyes as he smiled. She was so stubborn...and he freaking loved it. "Okay, Mer. Whatever you say."