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oncetherewasaway	Dec 27 2007, 11:54 AM
McEditor Posts: 1,625 Group: .Grey Girls. Member #23 Joined: October 25, 2006	You Picked Me AU Marilyn&Grave Hello everyone! And welcome to the newest fic! What to say...what to say...another AU one. Though not as AU as The Luckiest. But AU all the same. More cuteness, laughter, some angst (because really, what's Mer/Der without the angst?), and new characters to love and want to snuggle. We hope you'll enjoy it! So the lyrics... You Picked Me A Fine Frenzy one two three, counting out the signs we see the tall buildings fading in the distance only dots on a map four five six the two of us a perfect fit you’re all mine all mine and all I can say is you blow me away like an apple on a tree hiding out behind the leaves I was difficult to reach but you picked me like a shell upon a beach just another pretty piece I was difficult to see but you picked me, yeah you picked me so softly, rain against the windows and the strong coffee warming up my fingers in this fisherman’s house you got me, searched the sand and climbed the tree and brought me back down and all I can say is you blow me away like an apple on a tree hiding out behind the leaves I was difficult to reach but you picked me like a shell upon a beach just another pretty piece I was difficult to see but you picked me, yeah you picked me Disclaimer; Shonda is making Mer and Der into the cutest non couple in this history of the world. Which might be confusing you and making you wonder if we own the show. We have one word to prove we don't....Gizzie. If Meredith Grey could make a list of place she didn't want to be she assumed this would be on the top of the list. Somewhere below visiting with her mom, possibly somewhere above going to the dentist. And yet her she was. Wearing her good, sexy but still professional black dress and her strappy sandels and nursing a glass of red wine in her hand. She wanted to be anywhere but here. She definitely hadn't been expecting this. She had thought her intern year would start off with her in the hospital in scrubs working a forty-eight hour shift and questioning why the hell she had ever wanted to be a doctor. That's what she had told Lexie her first day as an intern would be like, anyway. But now she was at this mixer with the other interns, trying to make small talk. She hated small talk. She didn't do the mingling thing. Well she did the mingling thing when it involved something a little stronger than wine, and a lot of that something. And some men. Not her fellow interns. She didn't want to be here. She was good with the intern thing. Well actually kind of terrified of the intern thing because it was definitely huge and scary but she could manage it. But not the small talk. Not the small talk with the short stammering guy who was talking about...something. She wasn't sure what he was talking about. She should probably be listening to him, because he was an intern and she should probably try to make friends. But she hated small talk. And she hated that she was here. There had to be a way to get out of here and get some tequila. She glanced around the room, secretly looking for the nearest exit. There had to be some door that she could just slip out and dissapear. No one would notice at all. She could just leave and start making friends tomorrow when she didn't have to do small talk and just do the cutting thing. Or well the watching other people cut thing, but all the same, she could make friends then. Molly would probably say she was being anti social, and Susan would definitely tell her to stay and talk to people. But they weren't here to struggle through small talk. They weren't here to listen to short stammering guy talk about where he went to school. She definitely needed to leave. Definitely. Now. Her eyes swept the room stopping not on an exit, but on a tall, dark-haired guy in a red shirt. He was talking to someone and laughing. She could tell even from this distance that it was a nice laugh, full bellied. Not that she had any idea what that was supposed to mean but it seemed to match him. Sexy also matched him. His hair looked just about perfect and his eyes were....well she didn't have a clear view of them but from what she could tell they were heart stopping. She bit her lip as she watched him, at the way his eyes crinkled at the edges when he laughed, at the way he ran his hand through his short curly hair. He was completely fuckable. Hopefully he was an intern. If he was an intern, she could definitely sleep with him. Not that she should be sleeping with coworkers, but he was completely...he was looking at her. Shit. He was definitely really looking at her, his eyes sweeping over her in a completely yummy way that should be creepy but when he was doing it it certainly wasn't. She actually felt a shimmer run down her spine as their eyes met. If he was an intern she was definitely going to have to sleep with him. Not that she usually planned things this way, but well the man screamed sex. Hopefully he wasn't creeped out by the fact that she had been staring at him. She guessed he wasn't. From the way he was glancing over her, he definitely wasn't. And now he was smirking...good god the man could smirk. And not in one of those creepy smirks that made a girl feel like she was about to be eaten alive...but a really sexy smirk that promised her she was about to get the hottest sex of her life. He was moving now, walking toward her, still smirkng as he took a sip of the beer in his hands, the beer that was still in the bottle and not a glass like some sissy men thought was a good idea. That quite possibly made him even sexier. If he could get sexier. He even made walking look sexy. It was wrong. Entirely wrong and entirely yummy. "Hey," he greeted quietly as he reached her. "Hey," she greeted, hoping she sounded sexy and flirty and not...well not bored out of her skull and planning on dragging him into an on call room for sex. She had heard about the on call rooms at hospitals. Seemed like a good idea to have sex with him in an on call room. "Looking for an escape route?" he asked, his eyes twinkling. "If I say yes, do you swear not to tell?" she smiled. "Won't breathe a word," he nodded seriously, putting his one finger to his lips in a hushing motion. "Good," she breathed. He was kind of cheesy, but god he was hot. "What about you? Wanting to escape?" "It doesn't sound like a bad idea," he sighed. "These things are a form of torture." "I'm glad someone else agrees," she nodded. "I'm seriously considering ducking out and going to the bar across the street." "Or you could just stick around here and talk to me." "Oh, I could?" "You could," he smirked. "It could be fun." There was that smirk again. She needed him. Naked. In an on call room. "Are you saying you're fun to talk to and will completely relieve my boredom?" "That's about it," he nodded. "You really like yourself, don't you?" she giggled. Hopefully he liked giggling. "Just hiding my pain," he smiled. "Hmm," she smiled at him, moving a little closer to him. He was incredibly hot. "Meredith Grey, Dartmouth." "Derek Shepherd, head of neurosurgery. And please don't freak out just because I'm your boss." Holy crap. He was...crap. Crap. Crap. He was her boss. She had been plotting getting her boss naked in an on call room. She had been flirting with a boss. Crap. Why did she do this? Why was it always her? She was screwed. And he probably thought she was some kind of dumb slut. Crap. Crap. Crap. "No...um...I'm not," she shook her head quickly. "You are," he nodded, the smirk returning. "I'm definitely not freaking out," she shook her head. "Why would I be freaking out? You're my boss. I'm supposed to meet my bosses and that's what I just did. I met a boss. I talked to a boss. So I'm definitely not freaking out. At all. Completely not freaking out...sir. Dr. Shepherd. Not freaking out." "You just called me sir. And rambled, I think that qualifies as freaking out." "I'm supposed to call you sir. Or Dr. Shepherd. Or...I mean, there isn't a special name for head of neurosurgery, is there? You're just Dr. Shepherd, of course you are. Dr. Shepherd. The best neurosurgeon in the country. Not that I'm stalking you or whatever I just...I mean, I know because well, I think we studied a surgery of yours in med school but...god I'm not rambling. I'm stopping." "Don't," he laughed. "And it's Derek. We're not working, call me Derek...Meredith." "Oh," she breathed, momentarily thrown off by the way he said her name. It was...sexy. He was flirting. Or something. Which was...he probably wasn't flirting. Definitely not flirting. Bosses didn't flirt with interns. "I um...I read your article on internal decapitations and I...I mean I really look forward to working under...with you. Not under...well yes, under, because you're my boss." "You want to work under me?" he raised his eyebrows at her. "With...with you," she said quickly. "I can't wait to work with you. And learn and...learn from you." "You are completely freaking out." "I'm not." "You are." "I'm really not," she shook her head. "Seriously, I'm...really good under pressure. I do well in high stress situations, I don't freak out. Not that this is a high stress situation, it's just...I don't freak out. I'm good. Really good. Not that I'm trying to say I'm good at surgery because I honestly have no idea because tomorrow's my first day as an intern and you probably...yeah...but I'm not freaking out." "You are," he nodded. "You shouldn't be freaking out." "Not that I am freaking out...but if I were...why shouldn't I be?" "Because I'm just Derek," he shrugged. "I'm not your boss right now. And when I am I promise I'll go easy on you." "Why? Because I freaked out in front of you?" "Because I'm not evil," he laughed. "And I like you." "You like me." "I like you." "You don't know me. I could be a crap intern." "You might be. But I still like you." "Oh," she bit her lip. He liked her. This was...probably not good. She didn't want special treatment. She didn't want her boss liking her for no apparent reason. He probably thought she was a complete idiot. Crap. She was completely screwed. "You should try to breathe." "I'm breathing." "Of course you are." "If I weren't, I'd be dead," she said. "As a doctor you should know that." He looked at her, a small smile playing at his lips and she groaned inwardly. She had just insulted the best neurosurgeon in the country. God she needed tequila. "I didn't...I didn't mean that you don't...I mean...crap." "Yeah...well..." he laughed gently as he glanced at his watch. "Crap. I have to go." Thank God. Or maybe not. He was probably saying he had to go so he didn't have to talk to her anymore. She was on scut for the rest of her life. "Lucky you," she managed. "Want to sneak out with me?" "What?" she shook her head, staring at him. Was he...he said he had to go and now he was offering her to go home and have sex? What the hell was going on? And didn't he realize she was his intern. He was her boss. "If we leave together they'll assume thngs...not sneaking out kind of things," he shrugged. "They'll assume...Dr. Shepherd, you're my boss." "Derek. And I know." "So they can't assume anything. Bad things happen when people assume things about interns and bosses." "Fine," he sighed, his eyes still twinkling as he smiled at her. "Just trying to help you out." "I know but I don't need your help," she sighed. "I should probably stay. Meet more bosses. And stuff. And...it was good meeting you, Dr. Shepherd." "Derek." "Dr. Shepherd," she repeated. "And um....I'll see you tomorrow I guess. And...I actually I wasn't looking for an escape route. This is good. For interns and...tomorrow. I'll see you tomorrow." "Definitely see you tomorrow," he nodded, reaching over to squeeze her arm quickly. "It was...nice meeting you." "Yeah," she breathed. "Yeah," he nodded. "So tomorrow." "Tomorrow," she nodded quickly. "I promise I'll be good tomorrow. Like...surgery-wise not...behavior wise because that just makes me sound like a five year old." "I'm sure you'll kick ass," he grinned. "I hope so," she nodded. "Bye, Dr. Shepherd." "Bye Meredith," he smiled. She watched as he walked away, pulling his cell phone off his belt and groaned, leaning against the wall. Crap. She had not only hit on her boss, she had freaked out in front of him. She had freaked out in front of the head of neurosurgery. She was completely screwed. Completely and totally screwed. He probably thought she was an idiot, and if the rumors were true, he didn't allow idiots in his OR. She was screwed. And yet he kept saying he liked her. With that tiny smile that played around his mouth but didn't turn into a full smile. And he had flirted, there was definitely flirting going on and none of this made any sense. He was her boss.. He couldn't flirt, he couldn't tell her to call him Derek or any of that other stuff he had done. He had to be her boss and not...the really sexy flirty guy. She had maybe misread things. Or maybe she was just entirely screwed. This was not how her intern year at Seattle Grace Hospital was supposed to start. She wasn't supposed to hit on her really sexy boss. And she definitely wasn't supposed to freak out in front of him. And god, he was sexy. But she couldn't think that. Definitely couldn't think that. He was her boss. She was his intern. Tomorrow she would just go to work and pretend that none of that had ever happened. She'd go to work tomorrow and pretend that she hadn't met Derek tonight and definitely hadn't want to sleep with him. Tomorrow would be a new day and she'd just pretend that tonight was a dream. And they'd both go on and he could be her boss and she'd be his intern. It would be okay. As for now, she definitely needed a drink. A strong drink. Not that she should be going out and getting drunk at bars the night before her internship but she had just hit on her boss so she figured she deserved one. So she would act like she had to go to the washroom and then she would sneak out and go to the bar across the street. And forget all about this mixer and her incredibly sexy boss. Maybe I should stop and start over I'm gonna stop and start over Disclaimer: If we owned Grey's Anatomy Derek would have a lot more children patients because Paddy with kids is the best thing in the world. On second thought...kids that need brain surgery is just sad. So umm...maybe we'd bring neices and nephews in. Or even better...this. "Daddy." Derek sighed as he burrowed underneath his blanket, trying to ignore the finger poking into his side and his alarm clock blaring next to him. "Daddy. The 'larm's screaming real loud." "Ignore it," he murmured, keeping his eyes firmly shut. "But you gotta get up, Daddy." "But I don't want to," he fake whined, reaching his arm out and pulling her close. "You gotta, Daddy," she giggled. "I gotta go day care." "You do?" "Yeah," he felt her nod firmly in his arms. "And you gotta go work." "I do?" "Yeah, Daddy." "Fun killer." "You silly, Daddy." "You're silly, Hannah Banana." "Nuh uh," Hannah shook her head, climbing on top of him. "The 'larm's screaming, Daddy." "Do you remember how I showed you to turn it off?" "Um...don't tink so," Hannah frowned, climbing over him to kneel over and stare at the alarm clock. "Lots of buttons, Daddy." "There are a lot," he nodded, sitting up to look over. "It's that button, remember?" "Oh yeah," Hannah nodded, pressing the button quickly. "No more screaming!" "All quiet," he laughed. "Morning, honey." "Morning, Daddy," she giggled, turning to kiss him on the cheek. "Daddy has to jump in the shower. Want to go get dressed while I do that?" "Can I wear my purple sweats?" "If that's what you want to wear," Derek nodded. "And my balleina shirt?" "Of course," he grinned, kissing her quickly. "Kay," she nodded, scrambling off his bed and running out of the room. Derek smiled and climbed the rest of the way out of bed. He hadn't gotten nearly as much sleep as he wanted to last night even though he had left the mixer early. Meredith Grey had kept him up all night. Meredith Grey and the giggle and the rambling and everything else. It was impossible to sleep when she kept dancing into his mind. So now he was tired and he had a five year old to get ready for day care. That was hard enough as it is when he wasn't exhausted after a night of only getting fours of sleep. He didn't understand why an intern was keeping him up all night. Yes, the giggle was adorable, and the rambling was absolutely the most amazing thing he'd ever heard. But there still wasn't a reason she'd keep him up all night. But here he was, dragging his ass out of bed at six to shower and get his daughter ready for day care. And he'd see her, or maybe see her. Just because they worked at the hospital doesn't mean that he'd actually see her today. Things could be crazy and busy and everything else. So he might not see her. It might just be a really long day full of coffee from lack of sleep. Huge lack of sleep. Today would be one of those days he found himself wondering if he was insane doing this job while raising a daughter. Everyone had warned him about it. Everyone had warned him that being the top surgeon in the country while raising a kid was next to impossible, that he would be run into the ground. His mother talked to him at least twice a week about it, but he loved it. There was nothing more he loved than cutting during the day and then coming home to his bouncy daughter. He was done with his shower. It was a fast one, he had grown accustomed to really fast showers in the last five years. When you had a small girl in the home it was impossible to do anything but shampoo and soap quickly. He got dressed just as quick as he ran down the stairs, seeing Hannah on the couch, reading a book. "Well don't you look pretty." "I always pretty, Daddy," she giggled as she looked at the book, which was upside down. "Of course," he rolled his eyes. "Is the book interesting?" "Very," she nodded, turning the page. "It s'about brains and pines." "Brains and pines?" "Yep." "That's pretty cool." "Coolest book ever," she smiled, putting it aside. "Where's Uncle Monkey?" "Is he not here?" Derek frowned. "Nope," Hannah reported. "I went to his room and he wasn't anywhere, Daddy. And that's not good. That's really, really bad. Cause you can't fixed my hair like Uncle Monkey." "I can manage," Derek laughed. "And I'm sure he'll get home soon. He probably slept over at a friend's house." "Again?" "Yes again. You know Uncle Monkey has a lot of friends." "Lots and lots of friends." "Tons of friends." "But he's gotta be home now, Daddy. Who's gonna do my pig ears? Or maybe doggy tails today. I can't 'cide, Daddy." "I'll do them if he doesn't get home." "But you can't." "I can." "Nuh uh." "Huh uh." "Nuh uh." "Huh uh. I'm your daddy." "I know, Daddy," she giggled, climbing off the couch and latching herself onto his leg. "But Uncle Monkey does doggy tails better." "Well Uncle Monkey is a monkey." "No he's not," Hannah laughed. "He's a person, Daddy." "So you think," "Nanners is monkey, Daddy," she stated, holding up her ballerina monkey. "Not Uncle Monkey." "Really?" "Yeah." "You're so smart." "The smartest, right?" "The very smartest," he nodded. "Let's go to the kitchen to figure out what you want for lunch." "Pea butter." "Can do. With jam? Or bananas?" "Um...I dunno," she sighed, giggling as he moved towards the kitchen, her arms still around his leg. "Well...you have to pick." "Banan today." "Can do that," he nodded. "Can I have pudding too, Daddy?" she asked as he picked her up and put her at the kitchen table. "Okay," he nodded. "But that means no cookies." "That's okay," she shrugged. "Nana give me cookies." "Oh really?" "Yep," she nodded quickly, reaching across the table for a pen. "Nana give me cookies when you gotta be doctor 'stead of daddy for long time." "Those aren't fun times but at least you get cookies." "Lots of cookies," Hannah grinned just as the front door opened and closed. "Uncle Monkey!" "Hannah Banana!" Mark greeted, smiling widely. "I misseded you!" she climbed off the chair, throwing herself against his legs. "I missed you too," he laughed. "And I brought donuts." "Donuts!" she giggled, clapping her hands. "Mark," Derek groaned. "Donuts? Seriously?" "Better than the stuff you're trying to poison her with," Mark grinned as he put the box of donuts down on the counter, grabbing a plate for Hannah. "Of course it is," Derek rolled his eyes. "Hannah, remember...donuts are a special treat." "I know, Daddy," she giggled, trying to wink at Mark. "Chocolate, Uncle Monkey." "Nothing else for my favourite girl," Mark laughed, placing a chocolate donut on the plate and handing it to her. "Tank you," she nodded, turning back to the table. "Milk please." "Milk," Derek nodded, handing her a glass he had already poured. "Tanks, Daddy," she grinned, picking up the donut carefully. "Welcome, honey," Derek smiled. "So who was the hot chick you were all over at the crappy mixer?" Mark asked as he leaned against the counter, eating a donut. "That was Meredith Grey," Derek sighed. "I wasn't all over her. We were talking. She's an intern." "Sh---shoot," Mark groaned, looking over at Hannah. "They're starting today, aren't they?" "They are." "I do have some dry cleaning that needs to be picked up." "Mark, that's not what the interns are for." "That's all they're good for." "No it's not," Derek sighed. "They're trying to learn something." "So they can learn their way around Seattle. And my cell phone." "Wonderful," Derek rolled his eyes. "So you were hitting on an intern? She was hot." "She was," Derek agreed. "And it wasn't hitting on her. It was...talking." "Hitting on, Shep." "You don't even know what I said to her." "I saw how you were looking at her," Mark shrugged. "Like you wanted her in your bed." "Small ears," Derek frowned. "And I was...beside the point. Doesn't mean I was hitting on her." "Daddy, don't hit," Hannah ordered as she held up her sticky, chocolatey fingers. "More, please." "No more," Derek shook his head. "One donut is enough sugar for the morning." "Please, Daddy?" "Hannah." "Oh, come on, Daddy," Mark smirked as he reached into the box for another chocolate donut. "Fine," Derek sighed, watching Hannah pout. "But if you don't behave at day care you don't get dessert tonight." "I always 'have." "Sure," Derek laughed. "What do you want to drink for lunch?" "Fruit punch." "Okay," Derek nodded, grabbing a juice box out of the fridge. "Uncle Monkey, you gotta do my doggy tails," Hannah said as she bit into another donut. "Of course I do," Mark grinned. "Or pig ears. I can't 'cide," she sighed sadly. "Pig ears would be very cute," Mark nodded. "Or I could braid it." "I like braids," Hannah nodded. "Well which one do you want?" "I don't know," she shook her head. "Daddy? Which one?" "I think pig ears today," Derek nodded. "Me too," Hannah nodded seriously. "Pig ears, Uncle Monkey." "Pig ears it is," Mark nodded. "Where's your brush?" "Upstairs." "Can you go get it, princess?" Mark asked. "I guess," she sighed dramatically, holding up her hands. "Messy hands." "Of course," Derek sighed. "Come clean up." "Clean, clean up!" Hannah exclaimed as she ran to the sink, giggling as Derek lifted her up and turned on the sink, watching carefully as she washed her hands. "Good job, Han," Derek grinned. "Tanks," she nodded, holding up her hands for inspection. "Perfect," Derek nodded. "Good," she nodded as he put her down and she ran upstairs after grabbing her monkey off the table. "If she's hyper at day care I'm tell Lynn it's your fault," Derek sighed. "Lynn loves me," Mark smirked. "Or at least she does after last night." "Lynn? Seriously?" "She's hot, man." "She runs the day care. Where my daughter spends her days." "And?" "And...it's wrong. Oh...and you need to move out." "Yeah, yeah, I'm looking at apartments Thursday." "Of course you are," Derek sighed. "I don't know how much longer my daughter is going to believe you have a lot of friends you like having sleep overs with." "I do have a lot of friends," Mark smirked. "A lot of sexy friends." "Which Hannah does not need to hear about. You know once she figures out what you really do it's going to be bad." "She's five, Shep. She's not going to figure it out any time soon." "And when she does?" "How's she gonna figure it out? It's not a lie. I do have sleepovers. I do have a lot of friends." "They're not friends, Mark." "Fuck buddy, friend, same difference." "You're an idiot." "You can't call your daughter's godfather an idiot," Mark rolled his eyes. "Hannah banana, where's the brush? I've got a rhinoplasty in an hour and a half!" "What's a rhinopasty?" Hannah asked, bounding down the stairs. "I fix people's noses," Mark grinned. "When they look like your daddy's." "Daddy's nose is funny," Hannah nodded. "Yeah I know," Mark sighed. "I want to fix it but he won't let me." "I like my nose," Derek laughed. "It's funny, Daddy," Hannah giggled as she handed Mark the brush. "You like it," Derek smirked. "Thank god you didn't get your daddy's nose, Hannah banana," Mark sighed as he ran through the brush through her dark curls. "I'd let you fix it, Uncle Monkey," Hannah giggled. "And that's why you're my favorite niece," he laughed, tickling her. "I know," she laughed. "Sit still," Mark said, taking his hands away as he brushed her hair. "So, Shep, you gonna get with your dirty intern?" "I don't know," Derek sighed. "She kind of freaked when I told her who I was." "She probably wasn't expecting you'd be that ugly." "No, it was more of a oh crap I was flirting with my boss freaking out." "Crap," Hannah giggled. "Hannah, don't use that word," Derek said quickly. "But you did, Daddy." "Yes...and I shouldn't have" Derek sighed. "Say sorry, Daddy." "Sorry...and no repeating it." "I won't," she nodded. "Promise." "Good," Derek grinned. "Give her some special treatment," Mark grinned widely. "She'll do you after you give her a kick a...butt surgery." "I'm not giving her special treatment so...she'll be my friend." "You need a friend, Shep." "Maybe but I'm not manipulating her into it." "You make it sound so dirty," Mark chuckled and then kissed the top of Hannah's head. "All done, princess." "Tank you," Hannah nodded. "You're welcome," Mark grinned. "I have to go to work. What do I have to do, princess?" "A rhinopasty." "That's right," he nodded, kissing her cheek. "I'll come eat lunch with you, okay?" "Okay," she nodded. "Did Daddy make you pea butter and banas too?" "Nope," Mark shook his head sadly. "Your daddy won't make me food. But I'll bring a salad." "Okay," she nodded. "I'll share my pudding with you." "Thanks, Hannah," he grinned, kissing her head again before turning to Derek. "I'll see you later, Shep. And remember, these interns will do anything for surgery. And I do mean anything." He grinned lewdly before turning and walking out of the kitchen. "Are you ready to go, Hannah?" Derek asked. "Yep," she nodded as she took her purple ballerina lunch box from him. "Are you gonna be a doctor stead of a daddy for a long time, Daddy?" "Not for a long time," Derek shook his head. "I'm done at seven." "How many is that?" "That's twelve hours." "Wow," Hannah sighed as he helped her with her jacket. "Do you gotta do rhinopasty too?' "Nope, I fix brains, remember?" "So a brainpasty?" "Not brainpasty," Derek laughed. "I do...really big things like hemispherectomies." "Hemis...hemistomies." "Close enough," he grinned. "And no parties today?" she asked, following him out to the car. "No parties," he shook his head. "We can have some time before you go to bed tonight." "Good," she grinned widely. "Does Uncle Monkey have a sleepover?" "I don't know," Derek sighed. "How come I can't go to Uncle Monkey's sleepovers, Daddy?" "Because they're just for him and his friends." "Oh, okay," she nodded as he buckled her seatbelt. "Can we have special Hannah and Daddy time after you do hemistomies?" "We definitely can," Derek smiled. "What do you want to do?" "Fishing." "It will be too late to go fishing, hun." "Oh," she sighed. "Card fishing, Daddy!" "We can go card fishing," Derek laughed. "And I have Saturday off. That's two days from now. We can go fishing then." "Just you and me, Daddy?" "Just me and you." "Yay!" she clapped her hands excitedly before lowering her voice to talk quietly to her stuffed ballerina monkey. "Very yay," Derek laughed. "Daddy's the bestest daddy ever, Nanners," Hannah grinned to her monkey. "I am?" Derek breathed. "Course, Daddy. I don't get no other daddies." "I know you don't," he sighed. "You're the bestest daughter ever." "You don't got no other daughters, Daddy," she giggled. "Still, you're the bestest." "I know, Daddy." "Of course you do," Derek laughed. "Love you, Daddy," she smiled widely, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. "Love you too, Hannah Banana," Derek smiled. "Love you mostest." "Love you infinity." "Love you lots finity." "Well I don't think I can top that." "I wins!" Hannah clapped her hands as Derek's pager went off. "Oh, oh, Daddy." "Oh oh is right," he frowned. "You have to move quickly when we get there, okay?" "Gotta find Lynn real fast," she nodded. "Exactly," Derek nodded. "And we won't have a lot of time to say goodbye but I'll come see you when I get the chance." "Kay," she sighed. "Bye bye, Daddy." "We're not there yet, goof," Derek laughed. "I know, I'm say it now cause I gotta find Lynn real fast." "You can say it when we find Lynn," he sighed. "Kay, Daddy." "Good," he nodded, as he pulled into the hospital. "Now we're here." "Now I gotta find Lynn real fast." "We have to find Lynn real fast." He unbuckled her quickly and grabbed her backpack as well as her lunchbox before carrying her into the hospital and to the daycare. "Lynn!" she exclaimed the second they walked in. "Hey Hannah! Hey Dr. Shepherd!" Lynn greeted warmly. "Hi, Lynn!" Hannah grinned and then kissed Derek on the cheek. "Bye bye, Daddy. Love mostest and lots of finity." "Love you too," Derek laughed, turning to Lynn. "Emergency so I have to run. Page me or Mark if she needs anything." "No problem, Dr. Shepherd," Lynn grinned. "Come on, Hannah. I have the play doh already set up." "Cool," Hannah smiled. "Bye, Dr. Shepherd," Lynn nodded to Derek as she led Hannah to the playdoh table. Derek watched for a second before quickly turning around to head toward his office. He hated leaving in a rush. He hated leaving period. But during the summer months it was the only way this could work. And Hannah loved day care so it was okay. It was fine. He had an emergency to take care of. And interns to meet, interns with enchanting eyes and a magical giggle. I'm wild again, beguiled again A simpering, whimpering child again Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered am I Disclaimer: Today is Grey's Day! If we owned Grey's every day would be Grey's day. Well maybe not for you because it would be hard to make that many episodes...but for us every day would be Grey's Day. Meredith tried to stifle a yawn. Yawning in the middle of the Nazi's lecture would probably be very very bad and may leave her on scut for the rest of her internshp. So no yawning. It wasn't her fault she hadn't slept much the night before. It was that stupid dreamy neurosurgeon who she had hit on. She had hit on her entirely sexy boss. That's why she didn't sleep. And now she was tired and trying not to yawn. She had a feeling yawning was not allowed. Definitely not allowed. She couldn't yawn now and she couldn't yawn forty-seven hours from now. She hid her yawn behind her hand and watched as the Nazi walked in front of them, handing out rules like there was no tomorrow. She had thought the Nazi would be...Nazi-like. Instead, it was this short squat woman who, at first glance, looked really nice. Except for she had a very long list of rules, or well five which wasn't that long but somehow she made them sound a lot longer. And something about how she spoke of the rules gave Meredith the feeling that if she dared to break one it would be her last act. The quiet guy from the mixer and the Barbie look alike were looking terrified just listening to it all. Which might be better than exhausted. She was pissed that she was this tired. She shouldn't be. Hung over, fine. The tequila hadn't been the best idea. But not exhausted. Not having spent most of the night tossing and turning in bed, wondering if she was going to see him again. Because she wanted to see him again. She definitely wanted to see him again. And then it would hit her that she was thinking about her boss and she would start to wonder if he thought she was entirely and completely insane. Which would of course lead to her deciding that she certainly had to think about something else so she'd try to think about today. The big life changing day she had been working toward for years. Which would of course cycle back to him and by the time six came around she was pretty sure she had maybe stolen two hours of sleep. Which was incredibly bad as she had so many more hours to go. So she was definitely screwed. Completely and totally screwed. Susan had called her and tried to tell her that everything was going to be fine, and she really had no idea how to tell her that nothing was going to be fine because she had hit on her boss. Which still blew her mind. She had hit on her boss. This was not how internship was supposed to start. She was not supposed to start it off completely screwed. "Grey, you're with Shepherd," Bailey's voice suddenly caught her attention. "You'll know him from his overly moused hair and the stupid ass smile he's sporting today." "Sh---shepherd?" Meredith stammered. She was with sexy guy with amazing eyes? Her boss. He was her boss. God hated her. Really hated her. "That's what I said, isn't it?" "Um...yes, Dr. Bailey," Meredith nodded. "Is he...where do I find him?" "He should be headed to Room 4699 but you never know with that man. Have Debbie page him if you can't find him." "Right, 4699," Meredith nodded, writing it down on her pad. "Dr. Shepherd." "Why are you still standing here?" "Sorry, Dr. Bailey," they all said and went off in separate directions, Meredith heading towards room 4699. Not good. This was not good. She had been hoping to avoid him for a little bit. Well, actually, she had been hoping to see him too. She had been hoping to avoid him and see him which actually didn't make any sense so she'd go with hoping to avoid him. And now she had to see him. See him a lot. Probably be stuck seeing him until his shift, which was probably a lot shorter than 48 hours was done and he went home. She wouldn't have to only see him but she would have to talk to him and if last night was any indication he didn't seem so good with getting the whole boss and intern relationship. Or lack there of. Maybe he had been drinking. Maybe he wouldn't flirt now. He probably wouldn't. Because there were lives to save and doctoring to do and surgeries to perform. Well, watch in her case. So he probably wouldn't flirt. There was no way he'd flirt. And she wouldn't flirt. And she definitely wouldn't think about sleeping with him. Because that was bad. "Dr. Shepherd?" she asked, walking into the room. "Yes," he nodded, turning around, a smile immediately appearing on his face. "Dr. Grey." "Yeah," she sighed. "I'm um...Dr. Bailey said I was with you today. So...I'm here. With you." "You are," he nodded, the smirk from the night before returning. The smirk was hot. Really, really hot. But this couldn't happen this way. She couldn't notice this. He was her boss. So no noticing allowed. "Um...is there...what case...?" "Katie Bryce. She's having seizures and there's no visible cause. All her tests and scans have come back clean and she's not responding to meds." "Oh," Meredith nodded. "What can I help you with?" "At the moment...figuring out what the hell it is would be great help," he sighed. "Seriously?" Meredith grinned, moving towards him to look at Katie's charts in his hands. "Medical history?" "Nothing suspicious," Derek shrugged. "Any falls or...aneurysm?" "No falls mentioned in her history," he sighed. "And the scans are clean." "Okay," she sighed. "I'll um...I'll see what I can do." "If you figure this out...it would be kind of amazing," he smiled. "I'll try, Dr. Shepherd," she nodded, trying not to meet his eyes. Because when she looked in his eyes, her mind went to bad places and...not good. She definitely couldn't look in his eyes. "Anything else?" "When did you manage to escape last night?" "What?" "The mixer...when did you escape?" "Oh, um..." Meredith bit her lip. "Not long after...maybe thirty minutes after you left." "I'm impressed," he nodded. "Get to the bar?" "Uh...yes," she nodded. This was...why he was even asking? It probably wasn't helping. He probably thought she was a drunken slut trying to sleep with her boss. Definitely not good. "Sorry I missed out on that part of the night," he sighed, smiling at her with that damn twinkle in his eyes. "Dr. Shepherd," she sighed, moving to leave the room. "Last night it was Derek," he laughed. "Well no...but it was supposed to be." "Dr. Shepherd," she shook her head. "We should...last night was...whatever it was didn't happen. Because I didn't know...and I'm your intern. And you're an attending." "Yes," he nodded. "Which means you can't...you're Dr. Shepherd. And I'm Dr. Grey." "Okay, Dr. Grey," he nodded, his tiny smile playing around his lips again. "Stop looking at me like that," she hissed. "Like what?" "Like...like you want to see me naked," she cringed, looking around the hallway quickly. Maybe she was reading this wrong. She was probably reading this wrong and he was going to tell Bailey that she was inappropriate and a terrible intern. Crap. She was so screwed. "I definitely haven't seen you naked," he sighed. "Which is...well I'm more of a take them out to dinner first kind of guy." "That's nice, but you're not taking me out to dinner. Ever." "I could take you out to dinner." "No you couldn't." "Why couldn't I take you out to dinner?" he asked, frowning slightly. "We've been through this," she groaned. "Intern. Attending." "We could still go out for dinner...an attending trying to get to know his interns." "Oh, is that a common practice?" Meredith raised an eyebrow. "Do you take all the interns out for dinner every year, Dr. Shepherd?" "No," he laughed. "Then we're definitely not going out for dinner." "Even if we solve this case? Because if we solve this case I definitely think it calls for a celebratory dinner." "Dr. Shepherd!" Meredith gasped. This guy was...he was completely inappropriate and persistant and bad. This was bad. Even if she wanted to say yes. It was bad. "This is inappropriate. Did that ever occur to you?"


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