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oncetherewasaway	Dec 27 2007, 11:57 AM
McEditor Posts: 1,625 Group: .Grey Girls. Member #23 Joined: October 25, 2006	"Fine," he sighed dramatically, still smirking at her. "Fine," she nodded. "Now I'm going to...figure out this case. And then...and then I'm going to do other intern-y stuff. Whatever interns do. Run labs and...stuff. And we are not going to go out to dinner. Ever." "You say that now," he nodded. "I say that always," she sighed. "Is there anything work-related I can do for you, Dr. Shepherd?" "Take Katie for an MRI. I want another one to make sure we didn't miss anything on the first," he sighed. "MRI," Meredith nodded. "I can do that." "It's what interns do...for attendings." "And that's all interns do for attendings," she said firmly, turning to go back into the patient's room. "Page me when you're done with that, Dr. Grey," he called after her, still laughing softly. He was impossible. Derek Shepherd was impossible. Hot. Incredibly sexy. But impossible. He was definitely flirting. Definitely asking her out to dinner. Which was...that was bad. That had to be bad. She was an intern. He was an attending. Her teacher. And her teacher's teacher. She definitely couldn't go out to dinner with him. No matter how much she wanted to. He would give up eventually. He had. He was...persistant but eventually he'd figure out the fact she was his intern and that it couldn't happen and give up. Because it couldn't happen. In another time and place it could and it would be hot and long and probably would happen numerous times but he was her boss. So she couldn't want to go out for dinner with him. She didn't do dinner. Dinner was generally bad. It was almost worse than mixers. Small talk was involved a lot in dinner, unless of course, he was talking about the other kind of dinner. The kind of dinner she liked that happened a lot and involved bedrooms and beds and...the point was, she didn't do dinner. Not the kind of dinner he was talking about. So he would give up. And she would just be his intern, his intern that solved this case. Because he was flirting and she wasn't exactly sure he took her seriously. He probably just thought she'd be nothing more than an easy lay or something and she needed to do something to make him stop flirting. She figured solving his case before he did would do that. Put the man in his spot or something. She listened to her patient go on and on about beauty pageants and rhythmic gymnastics and falling and hurting her ankle or something and seriously considered telling Dr. Shepherd it didn't matter if this girl died, she was a waste of time and space. But that was probably bad. Really, really bad. And that definitely wouldn't make him take her seriously at all. Though he might smirk again. The smirk was nice. She wasn't going to think about the smirk though. Because the smirk made her want to do things to him, with him, all kinds of amazingly great dirty thing that one definitely didn't do with ones boss. So thinking of the entirely sexy smirk was out of the question. She'd think of...something that had nothing to do with him because somehow he managed to make everything entirely sexy. So definitely no thinking about his sexy smirk or his amazing eyes or...she had to stop thinking about him. Right now. No more thinking. Time to be an intern. She was an intern and she had to get her patient an MRI. Because her patient was dying and dying was bad. So she had to definitely stop thinking about Derek and start thinking about impressing Dr. Shepherd. "Grey, right?" a voice beside her suddenly cut into her thoughts. "Yeah," Meredith nodded, turning to look at the Asian woman next to her. "Yang?" "Yeah," the other intern nodded. "Did you get something good? I'll kill if you got something good." "If you want to call a seizing beauty pageant girl good," Meredith rolled her eyes. "Better than doing Sloan's chores," Yang groaned.. "Sloan?" Meredith asked, watching the computer as an image showed on the screen. "Plastics god. Also known as a complete ass." "He has you on scut?" "He has me fetching his dry cleaning." "Seriously?" Meredith groaned. "Ass." "You're with Shepherd, right?" "Yeah," Meredith groaned. "What's with the groan? I'd kill to work with him. At least you're doing something." "He's just...it's nothing," Meredith shook her head. "So I've got this girl. And she's annoying as hell and I'm supposed to figure out why she's seizing. And if I don't, she dies." "What's showing up in her scans?" "Absolutely nothing," Meredith sighed. "That's the weird thing. And nothing in her medical history. At all." "So she's screwed." "Basically. Get this...she competes in beauty pageants. Guess what her talent is." "They have a talent?" "Rhythmic gymnastics," Meredith giggled. "What is that? I can't even say it." "Isn't it something with a ball?" Cristina laughed. "I have..." Meredith paused. "Holy crap." "What?" "I just...I think...I have to find Dr. Shepherd," Meredith sighed, standing up quickly. She had it figured out. Maybe. She hoped she did anyway. Because if they could fix Katie Bryce then she wouldn't have to sit and listen to her talk about beauty pageants and crap. And Dr. Shepherd would take her seriously and stop flirting and stop asking her to dinner. Which would be good. I will not be the girl who gets asked how it feels To be trotting along at the genius's heels Disclaimer: Tonight may very well prove we do own Grey's Anatomy. As Meredith and Derek apparently stayed up all night doing the horizontal mamba...and well you now we love making them do that. Of course we'd show it. Which probably proves we don't own the show. Derek sighed as he scrubbed out, moving his neck from side to side to work out any kinks as he looked up at the clock. Twenty to seven and his day wasn't done yet. It had been a long day, a long surgery, and he had hardly had any time to stop and breathe, much less go visit his five year old daughter in daycare. But he loved this. He loved the long surgeries, he loved being able to save a life. He loved driving his new intern entirely insane. Because Meredith Grey made insane look almost too adorable for words. And he was definitely getting to her. He knew it was wrong, he knew she was his intern. His entirely amazing intern that had solved a case that had left him stumped on her first day. Which was impressive, completely impressive. Tied in with the giggle and she was quite the package. He hadn't expected her to actually solve the case. He never knew what to expect from interns on their first days; they were usually too nervous and too confused to do much of anything. But Meredith Grey...she had walked up to him and solved a case, completely solved it and then had stood beside him in surgery. He hadn't been expecting that. She was cute, she was hot, but he hadn't been expecting the rest of the package that was most certainly his new intern. He had told her last night that she was going to kick ass, because he remembered the night before his first day as an intern and he had most definitely needed someone to tell him that. But he hadn't believed it at all. Of course at the time he had had no clue that she was going to be his intern for the day. Not that he was complaining. There was nothing to complain about with Meredith following him around all day. She had a flowery smell about her, and she rambled when he flirted with her, which he found entirely adorable. Every instinct told him to stop, that it wasn't appropriate, but with Meredith Grey, he just didn't care. Flirting came entirely naturally. And now so did the respect. He walked out of the scrub room with the chart in his hand, grabbing a pen as he took off his surgical cap. "That was amazing," he suddenly heard. He looked up to find Meredith sitting in a chair near the desk, her eyes shining. He knew that look all to well. She was definitely on a surgery high, and looked amazing. A small smile played across her lips as she stared at him intently, obviously waiting for some kind of reply. "Hmm..." he finally nodded. "You practice on cadavers, you observe, and you think you know what you're going to feel like standing over that table, but...that was such a high," she grinned, looking him in the eye. "I don't know why anybody ever does drugs." "Yeah," Derek breathed, nodding his head slightly as he gazed at her. Not flirting was definitely out of the question at this point. She was...something else. "Yeah," she nodded, looking down and smiling. "Yeah." "I should..." he murmured, still watching her carefully. "Want to come with me to tell the parents?" "Seriously?" she looked up, smiling widely. "Seriously," he nodded. "You're the one that figured it out, you deserve it." "Okay," she smiled, standing up from her chair. "She'll be okay, right?" "Barring any complications she'll be fine," Derek nodded. "Wow," she breathed, falling into step next to him. "Wow?" he asked. "Just...that's it," she sighed. "It's amazing and...wow." "It is pretty amazing," he nodded. "And that never really goes away." "It doesn't?" "It lessens but...no, it doesn't go away." "So right now," she said as they walked next to each other, "right now you feel...I mean, you feel like it was amazing and just...wow?" "Yeah," he nodded. "More so than usual actually since you were there." "Why?" "It's nice sharing someone's first time," he shrugged. "That sounds vaguely dirty," she giggled and then frowned. "Not that...I mean, I'm not saying, crap." "It definitely sounded vaguely dirty," he laughed. "I could share a few other things with you if you want." "Dr. Shepherd!" "That was a completely innocent comment." "Oh really?" she asked, an eyebrow up. "What completely innocent things would you share with me?" "That dinner we discussed earlier. Drinks. Anything you want." "Dinner. Drinks. Not innocent. Not when you're an attending and I'm an intern. Definitely not innocent." "Attendings are allowed to talk to interns socially." "Talk. Not take out." "It would be fun." "It's entirely inappropriate, Dr. Shepherd." "But it's fun," he shrugged, smirking at her. "Okay, seriously?" she turned to him, her hands on her hips. "Seriously? It's fun? That's great for you. Really great. But I can't be having fun with an attending. I'm probably not even supposed to be having fun at all. But definitely, definitely not with an attending. It's wrong and bad and against the rules and..." She looked around at the people watching them before grabbing his arm and leading him to an on call room. "You have to stop, Dr. Shepherd." "I...I definitely know it's wrong," he nodded. "Just...I like you." "Seriously?" she groaned. "Seriously. I have done everything for you to take me seriously and you're flirting and giving me the look and the eyes and the smirk, god the smirk and you can't...you're my boss. And my teacher. And my teacher's teacher. And you just keep flirting. And smirking and eyes�" "You like the smirking and the eyes?" he grinned. "What?" she asked and then shook her head. "Yes. No. No I don't like the smirking and the eyes. Or the perfect hair. I don't and I can't. So even if I did, which I don't, I can't. And you can't. So...no." "No?" he smirked. "No." "Hmmm..." he nodded slowly. "And for the record...even with all the flirting and the smirking�I take you seriously. I didn't expect you to actually solve this case and you did. I respect you as a surgeon." "You...oh," she bit her lip. "And I'm not going to stop flirting. I like the flirting." "It's wrong." "It is." "Which means you should probably stop." "Probably." "So...stop." "Don't want to." "I'm not going to flirt back," she said firmly, taking a step towards him. "That's fine," he nodded. "The annoyed thing works for me. Your nose scrunches up in the cutest way." "You're...this is harassment. I'm pretty sure this is harassment." "Are you actually going to report me?" "I might," she breathed as he took the smallest of steps towards her. "Really?" "May...no," she sighed. "So you don't really want me to stop?" "I...no. Yes. No. Yes, definitely stop," she nodded. "That sounded incredibly indecisive," he murmured, stepping toward her again. "Der...Dr. Shepherd," she breathed. "Meredith." "You...parents." "We should do that," he nodded. "Definitely do that," she nodded, turning to open the door. "We'll finish this conversation later, Meredith," he smiled. "Dr. Grey," she groaned. "Fine," he sighed. "We'll finish this conversation later, Dr. Grey." "Thank you, and no we won't," she said, walking out of the on call room. "There is no conversation to finish, Dr. Shepherd. It's done." "We'll see about that," he smirked as he followed close behind her. "Dr. Shepherd," she rolled her eyes. "Dr. Grey." "Didn't you say you had somewhere to be by seven?" she asked as they walked towards the parents. "I did," he nodded, looking at his watch. "Which means we have to make this really fast." "Well I think you can do it by yourself," she nodded. "You're a big boy and I'm assuming you've talked to parents before by yourself." "You're annoyed with me." "You're my boss, I don't get to be annoyed with you." "But you are." "Parents, Dr. Shepherd," she reminded him as she turned to go into the washroom. "If I were them, I wouldn't want to sit around waiting for news for my daughter while the surgeon flirts with his intern. Completely inappropriately. And wrongly. If that's even a word. I'm not even sure it is." "I don't think it is," he laughed gently. "I'll see you tomorrow, Dr. Grey. Was that professional enough for you?" "Yes," she nodded. "Good bye, Dr. Shepherd." She turned and went into the washroom, leaving him standing alone in the hallway. He should probably listen to her and stop. Stopping was definitely on the smarter side of the scale. But he liked flirting with her, he liked watching the mix of annoyance and pleasure that flashed in her eyes. And he definitely liked the rambling thing she did when he flustered her. And the nose scrunch. He should definitely stop but he was having a hell of a lot of fun. He ran his hands through his hair as he grinned widely at the fun he was having. She didn't really want him to stop, that much was obvious. She was entirely caught up in the intern and attending thing, but she wanted him. He hadn't had a ton of sex in the past five years, but he could tell when a woman wanted him. And Meredith Grey definitely wanted him. And he wanted her, in a way that made him wonder if quite possibly he had been spending too much time with Mark. Of course Mark would never go after someone that tried to fight it. And Meredith was definitely fighting it. But he'd get past that. The flash of pleasure in her eyes and the way she giggled with him made that much clear. So he could definitely work around the walls. For now though, he had to talk to parents and then go pick up Hannah from daycare for Hannah and Daddy night. And possibly Mark involved in there if he didn't have a "sleepover" to get to. Derek rolled his eyes at the thought and then moved towards Katie Bryce's parents, a smile permanently on his face as his thoughts drifted back towards Meredith Grey. If only you'd run to me If only you'd come to me If only you'd relax upon your rules And dare to be love's fool Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy is on very very soon. If we owned it we probably wouldn't be watching it very soon as we'd be busy making it. Or well...hanging with Paddy. As that would be even more fun. Meredith stared at the door in front of her, wondering if she had the energy to life her hand to actually knock. She was entirely grateful that Lexie lived closer to the hospital. Lexie was smart. She was a genius for renting an apartment this close. Because she was pretty sure she couldn't have managed to drive the entire way home without crashing. 48 hours shifts were stupid. And she had to be back in eight hours. That was the stupidest part. Work forty eight hours and then be back in eight. It was...torture. The hospital was torturing her. Of course, coming to Lexie's place meant Lexie talking, but she'd deal. Not to mention, Lexie had food. Her house did not. She really needed to get on that grocery shopping thing. She leaned against the door and knocked slowly. "Meredith?" Lexie frowned as she opened the door. "You look...tired. You look really tired.: "Forty eight hour shifts suck," Meredith groaned as she moved into her half-sister's apartment. "I can imagine," Lexie laughed. "Do you need something to eat? Drink? Just sleep?" "Eat sounds good. Tequila sounds good too but I'm pretty sure if I drank I would never, ever be able to go back to the hospital again and since I have to be back in eight hours...yeah...food and sleep." "Sit down on the couch and I'll get you something," Lexie nodded firmly before disappearing into the kitchen. "This is why I like you," Meredith sighed as she fell onto the couch. "I know," Lexie called back as Meredith listened to some banging around in the kitchen before Lexie came back in carrying a sandwhich and a glass of juice. "Here." "Thanks," Meredith grinned, taking the sandwich and biting into it. "So how was it?" Lexie asked, sitting down, a huge grin on her face. "Was it entirely amazing?" "Seriously, Lexie?" Meredith groaned. "It was...hell. Complete hell. They're torturing us. Forty eight hours with labs and beauty pageant queens and stupid, stupid neurosurgeons with amazing eyes and perfect air and smirking and flirting and awesome surgeries." "Slow down...amazing eyes? Perfect hair? Flirting?" "Yes," Meredith rolled her eyes. "Stupid Derek Shepherd. With his...god he's a pain in the ass and he flirts and I'm pretty sure it's sexual harassment." "Are you going to report it?" Lexie frowned. "Well..no," Meredith shook her head. "It's not actual sexual harassment. Not really anyway. It's just...he's not touching me or anything. We almost...but no. It's just...words. And he's...he smirks and it's amazing and he's amazing and then there was the amazing surgery and he was...anyway, no, I'm not going to report it." "You like him," Lexie giggled. "What?" Meredith frowned. "No. I...I mean, not really. I did like him when I thought he was an incredibly fuckable intern instead of my extremely fuckable boss. But now he's my boss. And my teacher. And it's...wrong. Completely wrong. So no. I don't like him." "What's he like?" "He's...flirty. And kind of cocky. And amazing blue eyes, really amazing and they do this thing when he smiles like they twinkle or whatever. And he has perfect hair that just looks...he's my boss, Lexie." "Is it actually against the rules?" "Well...kind of. Not really. Just...it could kill my career." "But...how?" "How what?" Meredith frowned. "How would it kill your career?" Lexie asked. "I mean...it's not like you'd be doing it when you should be working. It's your personal life and if you like him and he likes you...this is good, Mer." "Okay, Lexie, pay attention," Meredith sighed. "Derek Shepherd. Boss. Me. Intern. Special favors and all that...not good. Definitely not good." "What if he didn't give you special favors?" "No one would believe he wasn't." "Besides, you don't do the relationship thing. You do the one time thing. One time would work." "I don't think he's the one time thing kind of guy," Meredith groaned. "And even if he was...awkward." "Oh Mer...you really like him." "What? No. No I don't. He's my boss, Lexie. And my teacher. And my teacher's teacher. And my teacher. Definitely don't like him. Definitely, definitely. Even if he does have stupid perfect hair and stupid blue eyes and stupid smirking. Definitely don't like him." "You do," Lexie nodded. "I don't." "Mer...you never talk about guys, ever. I don't think you've ever told any of us about a guy. Unless you're complaining about the one that wouldn't leave the morning after when you were in college but well...you don't talk about guys. And now...whatever his name is...you're talking about him. And you're smiling." "I'm not smiling," Meredith blushed slightly, looking down. "You're smiling," Lexie grinned. "And now you're blushing. In all the years I've known you I don't think I've seen you blush once. Over anything. Espeically not a guy. You like him." "Not talking about this anymore," Meredith sighed, finishing off her sandwich. "Definitely not talking about Derek Shepherd. Because he's my boss. And we're not going to talk about my boss." "Fine. How were the surgeries?" "I scrubbed in on one." "Oh I need details," Lexie smiled. "I fully plan on living vicariously through you." "I figured," Meredith giggled, crossing her legs on the couch. "Beauty pageant girl. She was having seizures and Der---Dr. Shepherd couldn't figure out why. Turns out she had an aneurysm from falling during practice for her talent. Which, by the way, I figured it out. Not the neuro god. Me. So he let me scrub in and it was...amazing." "You scrubbed in?" "I scrubbed in. I didn't watch either. Well, I watched. I didn't cut, but I didn't just stand agaisnt the wall...I looked at the aneurysm. I was right there." "Wow," Lexie breathed. "She lived, right?" "She lived," Meredith nodded. "And barring any complications, she'll be fine. And it was...wow. Completely amazing." "And you figured it out. But...isn't Dr. Shepherd like the best or something?" "The best in the country," Meredith nodded. "He's the neuro god and he was stumped. I figured it out." "He was still flirting with you after that?" "I thought we weren't talking about the flirting anymore." "Sorry," Lexie nodded quickly. "Just...you kicked the best neuro guy in the country's butt." "Yeah," Meredith sighed. "He said he respected me as a surgeon or whatever." "When did he tell you that?" "After the surgery. After I kind of freaked out on him in an on call room." "You took him to an on call room?" "Not for sex or anything. Just...to yell at him about flirting." "Oh...you rambled didn't you?" "I...not...maybe," Meredith sighed. "He probably thinks you're insane," Lexie sighed. "You make my rambling look normal." "I do not," Meredith frowned. "And it wasn't really rambling so much as angry whatever. I was angry and I was yelling at him and I might have spoken in really short choppy sentences but it definitely wasn't rambling. Even though I may have mentioned his smirk and his eyes and...but it wasn't rambling. Definitely not rambling. It was...and then we almost kissed which was...whatever." "You nearly kissed him?" "Um...kind of. Sort of. I don't know. I took a step and then he took steps and we were close and then I said we had to go to tell the parents because we did and kissing would have been...bad." "Except for you definitely wanted to kiss him," Lexie smiled knowingly. "I did not want to kiss him," Meredith said firmly. "I just...I don't know. He was there and flirting and smirking and eyes and...I did not want to kiss him." "What are you going to do about him? You can't avoid him for the rest of your career, can you?" "I'm not going to avoid him," Meredith shook her head. "I'm just...not going to be alone with him. And not going to flirt." "What if he flirts?" "I...I don't know," Meredith bit her lip. "Because he definitely...he likes me or whatever. Something like that. He likes me and he likes flirting and he asked me if I wanted him to start and I...I don't know. So...he's going to flirt. But I won't flirt. No flirting." "Well you should at least enjoy it," Lexie sighed. "If I enjoy it, he'll think I want him to do it." "And you don't?" "Yes...no. No, I don't want him to do it." "You said yes first." "That was an accident." "No it wasn't. You like the flirting. If you didn't like the flirting you'd be calling him and ass and trying like hell to stay away from him, not dragging him into on call rooms." "Okay, I dragged him into the on call room to tell him to stop flirting and I figured yelling at my boss in front of the entire hospital was bad. Like, really bad. I didn't drag hiim in there to have sex or anything. Or kiss him. Just to yell at him. And he is an ass. He's all persistant and...ass-like. Or something. Either way, accident that I said yes. I want the flirting to stop." "No you don't." "You're annoying sometimes, you know that?" Meredith sighed, falling back onto the couch. "Because I'm right," Lexie laughed. "If you wanted him to stop you wouldn't be all flustered and Meredithy." "Meredithy?" "With the rambling and not making much sense and contradicting yourself." "Yeah...well..." Meredith groaned. "We're not talking about him anymore.' "Okay," Lexie nodded, still smiling. "Stop smiling." "I can smile if I want." "You're smiling like you know something. I hate that smile." "I don't know anything." "Good. Then stop smiling. And don't tell your mom." "My lips are sealed...for now." "For now?" "Well if this keeps progressing it will become too good not to tell." "It's not going to progress." "Of course not." "It's not," Meredith said firmly. "So no telling your mom. And definitely don't tell Molly. Because she will tell your mom." "I won't tell anyone," Lexie sighed. "Though I may stop by to see your sexy neurosurgeon." "Hands off, Lexie." "Possesive?" "No," Meredith shook her head quickly. "He's like...forty. And you're like...young. So hands off." "Relax Mer," Lexie laughed. "I'm just going to give him some dirt on you in exchange for him letting me watch some surgeries from the gallery." "Dirt...you don't have dirt on me." "I so have dirt on you." "Like what?" "I can't actually tell you that," Lexie pointed out. "But there's pictures too." "Okay...that party does not count as dirt," Meredith said firmly. "And you can't give my boss dirt. He's my boss. My boss, Lexie. No dirt." "I may have too," Lexie giggled. "Besides I'm your little sister. It's my job to give the guy that likes you dirt." "Not if the guy who likes me is my boss." "Details." "Big details. Really, really big details. And you're not giving dirt. I'll tell security at Grace not to let you in." "I'll sweet talk them." "That dopey, wide-eyed look doesn't work if they think you're a serial killer or something." "You'd tell them I was a serial killer? What if I actually had a medical emergency...you'd risk me dying." "There are other hospitals, Lexie." "Still..." Lexie shook her head. "That's just mean Mer." "I'm your big sister," Meredith shrugged. "I'm supposed to be mean." "True," Lexie sighed. "You should get some sleep." "Probably," Meredith groaned. "I'm crashing here." "Figured that...what time do you go back in at?" "I have seven hours." "I won't be needing the bed so you can use it," Lexie offered. "You're amazing," Meredith sighed, moving off the couch. "And I'll get you a key so you can use this place whenever you need to." "Thanks," Meredith sighed "I'm thinking about selling the house." "Really?" Lexie frowned. "Either that or getting room mates." "Do the roommate thing. That's an amazing house." "Yeah, I know," Meredith nodded, moving towards Lexie's bedroom. "It's just...people don't actually know about my mom. Well, you, Molly, and Susan. But no one else. And I'm not interested in fending off questions." "Just tell them she's traveling." "Might be a good idea. Yeah, probably room mates. I hate room mates." "You work so much it won't make a difference." "True. Do you have class?" "I have one in about an hour," Lexie sighed. "But I'll be back by the time you leave." "Good, wake me up in six and a half hours." "I will," Lexie nodded. "And I'll have coffee waiting." "Again...you're amazing," Meredith yawned, falling onto the bed. "I know," Lexie grinned. "Talk to you later, Mer." "Bye, Lexie," Meredith mumbled, her eyes falling shut, thankful that she was too tired to really analyze why in the world Derek Shepherd's smirk was the last thing to flash through her mind before falling asleep. I'd like to see you, but then again That doesnt mean, you mean that much to me Disclaimer: Derbear is being hurt on the show right now, so we clearly don't own it. We'd never hurt Derbear...well besides that killing his best friend thing, and then killing his mom, and that heart attack, and the nasty divorce. Correction...we'd never have Meredith hurt Derbear. We also don't own the book...it is owned by the genius that is Robert Munsch. Derek smiled as Hannah burrowed underneath her purple ballerina blankets, pulling them over her head and giggling as Derek pulled them down. "I'm hiding, Daddy," she laughed, moving around underneath the blankets. "And what are you hiding from?" he asked, laughing gently as he moved to sit down on his daughter's bed. "You," she grinned widely, tucking her monkey underneath her chin. "Me? Why would you be hiding from me?" "Cause you're making me go to bed." "Because it's bed time," he smiled. "We had enough play time today." "I know," she sighed dramatically. "But Uncle Monkey said five more minutes." "What did I tell you about listening to Uncle Monkey?" "That I shouldn't do it cause he's crazy," she recited, giggling. "Exactly." "So no more minutes?" "No more minutes," Derek shook his head. "But I'll read to you before sleep if you want." "Kay!" Hannah nodded, reaching for the book on her bedside table. "Love you forever, Daddy." "It's always Love you Forever," he laughed, taking the book as he shifted in her bed, letting her curl up beside him. "It's my favorite," she nodded as she rested her head on his chest. "I know," he breathed, kissing the top of her head. "Ready?" "Ready." "Okay," Derek nodded as he flipped the book open to the first page. "A father held his new baby and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and froth. And while he held her, he sang: I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living my baby you'll be." "I wanna say it, Daddy," Hannah pouted, her hand going to turn the page. "Okay, you can say it next time," Derek grinned. "The baby grew. She grew and she grew and she grew. She grew until she was two years old, and she ran all around the house. She pulled all the books off the shelves. She pulled all the food out of the refigerator and she took her father's watch and flushed it down the toilet. Sometimes her father would say 'This kid is driving me crazy!' But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, he opened the door to her room, crawled across the floor, looked up over the side of her bed; and if she was really asleep he picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While he rocked her she he sang..." "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living my baby you'll be," Hannah smiled, cuddling closer against Derek's chest. "The little girl grew. She grew and she grew and she grew. She grew until she was nine years old. And she never wanted to come in for dinner, she never wanted to take a bath, and when grandma visited she always said bad words. Sometimes her father wanted to sell her to the zoo. But at night time, when she was asleep, the father quietly opened the door to her room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If she was really asleep, he picked up that nine-year old girl and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her, he sang..." "I'll love you 'ever, I'll like you for always, as long as I'm living my...my baby you'll be," Hannah yawned, her eyes starting to fall shut. "The girl grew. She grew and she grew and she grew. She grew until she was a teenager. She had strange friends and she wore strange clothes and she listened to strange music. Sometimes the father felt like he was in a zoo. But at night time, when the teenager was asleep, the father opened the door to her room, crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed. If she was really asleep he picked up that great big girl and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While he rocked her he sang..." "Love you ever," Hannah mumbled. "Long living, baby you'll be." Derek laughed gently as he turned the page again. "That teenager grew. She grew and she grew and she grew. She grew until she was a grown-up woman. She left home and got a house across town. But sometimes on dark night the father got into his car and drove across town. If all the lights in his daughter's house were out, he opened her bedroom window, crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side of the bed. If that great big woman was really asleep he picked her up and rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while he rocked her, he sang..." "Love ever," Hannah whispered. Derek smiled and flipped a couple of pages ahead, hoping she was too out of it to notice the jump. "When the daughter came home that night, she stood for a long time at the top of the stairs. Then she went into the room her very new baby daughter was sleeping. She picked her up in her arms and very slowly rocked her back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she rocked her, she sang...I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be." "Daddy," Hannah murmured, her eyes opening sleepily. "You skipped." "I did," he whispered. "Just a few pages. Go to sleep." "Not sleepy," she yawned, throwing her arm across his stomach as she buried her face in his sweater. "Definitely sleepy," he murmured. "Want me to stay here till you fall asleep?" "Yeah," she nodded. "I love you, Hannah Banana." "Love you too, Daddy." "Night," he whispered, kissing the top her head. "Night," she whispered, turning to lay on her stomach, her ballerina monkey clutched tightly in her hands. He sat for a few more minutes, running his fingers through her hair as her breath slowed and a tiny snore escaped. Tonight had been an easy night. Most nights were easy but the few hard ones made him grateful for any easy one. He slippped out of the bed, kissing her cheek gently and headed downstairs where Mark was sprawled on the couch. "She's out," Derek sighed. "Figured she would be," Mark nodded. "There's only so many times a kid can do crazy ballet shit without knocking herself out." "You do know my daughter, right?" Derek laughed, falling into a chair. "You have a point," Mark chuckled, muting the TV. "I blame Mom." "Really? I blame you most of the time." "Why the hell are you blaming me?" "You give her enough sugar to feed a small country." "She's a kid, Shep. Kids like sugar." "I know. But it also makes them hyper." "Yeah, yeah. Some thanks I get for dropping my life to help you raise the rugrat." "You can move out whenever you want." "I'm looking for apartments," Mark nodded. "You've been looking for apartments for the past four years." "Not my fault they're all shit." "How many have you actually looked at?" "In the past four years?" "Yes." "Dunno," Mark shrugged. "Market's been crap, man." "Sure," Derek sighed and then smiled. "Meredith nearly kissed me." "What?" Mark sat up quickly. "Meredith Grey nearly kissed me. If you said that to her she'd deny it till she was blue in the face but she definitely nearly kissed me." "Yeah I got that. Which one's Meredith? The hot OB nurse?" "No, the intern I was talking to at the mixer." "Oh," Mark nodded. "Speaking of hot OBs...did you check out the new one? Montgomery? She's got killer legs." "Can't say I got a chance," Derek shook his head. "She's from New York," Mark stated. "God those legs..." "I tell you I nearly got kissed and you'd rather talk about some OB's legs?" "You didn't see these legs, Shep." "Stop drooling." "Mark Sloan doesn't drool." "Sure you don't." "I'm definitely asking her for a drink," Mark grinned lewdly. "Great," Derek groaned. "Now can we talk about me for five seconds?" "Five seconds?" Mark asked, looking at his watch. "Go ahead, Shep." "Meredith nearly kissed me." "Hot intern, right?" "Yes, hot intern. We established this five minutes ago, Mark." "Sorry. Other things on my mind." "Somehow I'm not surprised." "So Grey almost kissed you." "She pulled me into an on call room to yell at me about my inappropriate behaviour and we were...definitely close to kissing." "And why wasn't there kissing? Or sex for that matter. On call rooms are for sex." "Because I'm an attending and she's an intern." "Not following." "Yeah neither am I," Derek sighed. "But that's what she keeps saying." "I thought it was basically a rite of passage," Mark shrugged. "Intern sleeps with an attending. Happens all the time." Want to tell her that?" Derek groaned. "I get her point, I do. It's probably not a good idea to get involved with me, I'm her boss. And the flirting is definitely entirely inappropriate but she's...I like flirting with her." "So flirt with her." "I am. And it leads to her being very annoyed. It's cute." "Cute, Shep?" Mark winced. "Hannah's cute. Interns you want to fuck are not supposed to be cute." "Well...I don't know if I just want to fuck her." "Woah, woah. You're interested?" "Yeah, I'm interested." "So it's more than just fucking her in an on call room as a rite of passage. You're thinking dates." "I'm thinking dates. She's pretty great." "Pretty great," Mark snorted. "Next you'll say she's swell." "Don't be an idiot." "Shep, I get you like her. But she's an intern. Which basically translates to idiot." "She solved my case for me today." "Okay, so she's not an idiot. You might be. But she's not." "The girl was having grand mal seizures. Her scans were clean, the meds weren't working...and an intern on her first day figured it out." "Again. Means you're an idiot. Where'd you get your degree from again?" "Exact same school that gave you one." "Great school," Mark smirked. "So you want to date your intern. Are we talking serious dating here or couple drinks, maybe dinner, and then sex back at her place?" "I don't know," Derek sighed. "I just...maybe serious." "Meeting Hannah serious?" "Maybe," Derek shrugged. "She won't even go out to dinner with me so I don't know. But my gut...yeah, meeting Hannah serious." "That's pretty damn serious, Derek." "I know." "Too bad she won't date you."


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