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oncetherewasaway	Dec 27 2007, 11:59 AM
McEditor Posts: 1,625 Group: .Grey Girls. Member #23 Joined: October 25, 2006	"I'm glad you're so sympathetic." "I'm just saying, Shep," Mark sighed, "it's not always worth the fight." "I know," Derek nodded. "But Meredith...I want to fight." "It's probably going to piss her off," Mark smirked. "It does. Her nose gets all scrunched up and her eyes get all flashy. And she rambles." "She sounds perfect for you." "That makes her perfect for me?" "Yeah," Mark shrugged. "At least the pissing off will lead to some hot sex. Been awhile since you had that." "I hope it leads to hot sex." "So you do want to fuck her." "I never said I didn't," Derek pointed out. "I just thought if you were planning white picket fences and lots of kids with her you weren't thinking of fucking her brains out." "A...I'm not planning white picket fences quite yet. B...even if I was that doesn't exclude fucking her brains out." "Impressive," Mark grinned. "What's impressive?" "Just thought you had lost your balls. Been, what? Six months since you got some?" "Yeah," Derek sighed. "Pathetic." "I have a daughter." "Yeah, yeah. That's your get out of jail free card," Mark rolled his eyes. "So you're going to fuck Grey's brains out if she gives you half the chance?" "I'm going to date her if she gives me half the chance." "Good for you," Mark nodded, getting up off the couch. "It's about damn time. Now, I, on the other hand, don't need to wait for half a chance. Got another sleepover with Lynn." "Another one?" Derek raised an eyebrow. "She does yoga, Shep. Another sleepover is necessary." "Too much information." "Yeah, yeah. I'll be back before Hannah gets up tomorrow." "Good. Saves me the explanation." "See you later, Shep," Mark nodded, grabbing his leather jacket and his keys. "See you, Mark," Derek sighed. "And don't get all mopey about Grey, she'll give in sooner or later," Mark grinned, walking out of the house. He wasn't going to get mopey about Grey. He barely knew Grey. She was just the entirely hot intern that he had happened to flirt with at the mixer and then had been his the first day. She was fun to flirt with, a lot of fun. And he figured if she ever said yes to dinner she'd be hell of a lot of fun to talk to across the table. The other stuff he wasn't even going to think about but it would be fun. He wasn't sure what it was about her that made him want her so bad. He had had dates over the past four years. Dates and sex, but never anything really serious. Never anyone he could imagine Hannah meeting or liking, and definitely no one he could imagine bringing into his life. But there was something about Grey. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on that made him want her in every aspect of his life. But there was something about you I want you to know It brought a change over me It’s startin to show I’ve got this feelin inside Gotta have ya, have ya, ain’t no good to hide Disclaimer: Alicia got her new Grey’s stuff in the mail so now Alicia owns 5 Grey’s tshirts and a Grey’s coffee mug. Katie owns 2 Grey’s tshirts. And yet we still don’t own the show. Why can’t you buy it on the online store? Why? Derek Shepherd loved Miranda Bailey. Not love love and he was never actually say that to her as he was quite certain telling her that would lead to his iminent death, but he loved her. He really did. Because somehow the gods, or Bailey who probably thought she was god, had smiled at him and Meredith Grey was his intern again. Yet again he was stuck with Meredith all day. It had made his day when she had bounded up to him, saying she was with him. He had given her a quick smirk and did some light flirting, which only made her roll her eyes again and call him Dr. Shepherd. He definitely loved Miranda Bailey. Meredith made the work day bearable, she made it seem to go by much faster, or at least she had until their patient had come in. He hated dealing with rapes. He saw his fair share of them because it always seemed like the bastards felt the need to cause head injuries amongst everything else, but he hated rapes. His stomach turned just thinking of what he had to do, patching up a girl another man had injured for his own sick sexual pleasure. It was beyond wrong. Not even working with Meredith could make it better. He had been fighting the urge all day to escape and run to day care to scoop Hannah into his arms and give her a tight hug. It never ceased to amaze him how sick these bastards seemed to be, and all it did was make him think things he definitely didn't want to be thinking about. Thinking about his sisters or about Hannah, which definitely didn't help with his day or with the anger bubbling inside him. Shepherds produced girls. Growing up he had been the only boy around, well the only boy that was real family, even when cousins got together. He had more neices than he did nephews, he had his own daughter. His life was spent surrounded by women. To do something like that to one of them was disgusting and he couldn't even fathom what kind of asshole did it. Of course, it seemed like the sick bastard had gotten what was coming to him, as during surgery their cardiothoracic surgeon had removed the asshole's penis from her esophagus. Which only made him more angry. His patient was tiny, but she had fought back, hard and angry. And now she was in a coma she might never wake up from, and entirely alone. His day was not going well. "Hey," he sighed, walking up behind Meredith and dropping the chart on the desk beside her. "Hey," she nodded, looking more than slightly distracted as she eyed the cooler next to her. "Police haven't come for the penis yet?" he asked. "Nope," she groaned. "The crap crime scene guy can't come until morning." "Ouch," he winced. "Yep, so I'm spending the night with a penis," she nodded and then winced. "That was bad. And you have to leave it alone. Even Karev left it alone when I said it." "That is slightly easy," he laughed. "The line...if you wanted to spend the night with a penis you could have just asked comes to mind." "Dr. Shepherd," she groaned, turning to face him. "Inappropriate." "So you keep telling me," he smirked. "Because it's true." "Maybe," he sighed. "But so it repeatedly saying no to a guy you clearly want to have dinner with." "What makes you think I want to have dinner with you?" "Your eyes." "Excuse me?" "Your mouth says no, your mouth says no a lot along with a whole bunch of other things, usually all in one breath. But your eyes...you want to go out with me." "Does that stuff usually work for you?" she asked before grabbing the cooler and turning to walk away from him. "I don't actually use it that often," he frowned as he began to follow her. "Is it working?" "Definitely not." "That's just sad..." he sighed. "We could have fun, you know?" "Separately," she nodded. "We could have separate fun. You have fun somewhere. I have fun somewhere. No fun together." "I've had separate fun from you before. I want together fun." "Well you can't always get what you want," she sighed. "And we're definitely not having together fun." "Why not?" "Seriously? Seriously. Have you not been listening to a word I've said?" "I've listened but...it wouldn't be the first time an attending and an intern had a little fun." "Oh, now I get it. You do this every year, don't you? Choose an intern to have some together fun with which makes you feel like a big man or whatever." "No," Derek shook his head quickly. "I definitely don't do this every year. I've never actually had fun with an intern before." "Then you should keep it that way." "But I don't want to." "What? Are you five?" "No," he laughed. "Just...I like you. I told you that. And I meant it." Meredith paused to look at him for a second, before shaking her head. "I'm not going out with you." "You keep saying that," he smirked. "You're my boss, Der---Dr. Shepherd," she sighed. "I don't see how that's a problem. It's our personal life, Meredith. You'd still be Dr. Grey at work." "Dr. Grey," she sighed. "Not Meredith. Dr. Grey. And it is a problem. It's a huge problem. And it's not our anything. It's my personal life. And it's my career." "And you think dating me would hurt your career." "It would definitely hurt my career," she groaned. "I have things to prove. I'm an intern. Sleeping with an attending? Not the way to prove things." "No one would actually have to know," Derek pointed out. "Oh? So we're going to have a secret affair? So that when people do find out then we're screwed? And then I'm the slut sleeping with an attending." "You wouldn't be the slut sleeping with the attending," he said quietly. "That's not what I want out of this." She stepped back from him, a frown on her face before turning to walk away. "You can't do this," she hissed. "You definitely can't do this." "What can't I do?" he asked as he continued to follow her. "This...whatever you're doing," she shook her head. "The flirting and the...dreaminess. You can't do that. Because you're my boss." "Dreaminess?" "Or whatever," she bit her lip, blushing slightly. "You're cute when you blush," he murmured quietly. "Dr. Shepherd!" "Just saying," he shrugged, the smirk returning. "Okay, seriously, stop," she groaned, hitting the button for the elevator. "Just...stop." "I wish I could." "What?" "I'm not actually the guy that does this," he shrugged. "When I'm told to stop I usually stop." "And you've suddenly become that guy because..." "Of you. You're...I don't know." "You're extremely cheesy." "And you're smiling." "I'm not smiling," she shook her head, stepping onto the elevator. "Definitely not smiling." "You're definitely smiling." "I'm not," Meredith groaned and then paused. "I'm not going out with you." "I know," he nodded. "Do you want to go out with me?" "I'm not dating you. You're my boss." "I'm your boss's boss." "You're my teacher! And you're my teacher's teacher. And you're my teacher." "I'm your sister, I'm your daughter." "You're sexually harassing me." "I'm riding an elevator." "Look," she sighed, "I'm drawing a line. A line is drawn. There is a big line." "So this line...is it imaginary or do I need to get you a marker?" he asked, turning around to face her. She bit her lip as she looked up at him, her eyes darkening slightly as the cooler fell out of her hands and she slammed him against the wall, taking him entirely by surprise as she kissed him deeply. Her hands moved over his hair and it took him only a minute to react, moaning slightly as he turned her. It was...it was a kiss. A kiss that was currently making him forget that he was on a public elevator at work. She opened her mouth to him and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside her mouth, pushing his body hard into her as their tongues mingled and her fingers found his hair. He loved her fingers in his hair. The kiss deepened in urgency as his hands traveled to her hair, pushing her head tighten into him, loving the taste and feel of her mouth. He tightened his grasp on her hair as her hands trailed over his body, both of them moaning slightly as the kiss deepened, as they both rushed to search other's bodies and mouths. The flowery smell overwhelmed him as she pushed her body against his, rubbing against his rapidly forming erection and he groaned, his hips involuntarily moving against her. And in the worst timing ever, the elevator pinged to a stop. The emergency stop button probably would have been a good idea but she was already pulling away, staring at the elevator doors as she picked the cooler back up and tried to readjust the clothes and hair that screamed that something had happened. Not enough of something but something. Emergency stop would have been genius. He reached out to grab her but she had that entirely panicked look at her eyes as she looked away from him and quickly walked out of the elevator, leaving him standing in what was now becoming a crowded elevator with an erection and swollen lips. "We'll talk later?" he called lamely after her before pulling his lab coat closer around him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So how was your day?" Derek asked his daughter, stepping back onto the same elevator where hours before he had been kissing his intern. "Very good," Hannah nodded, grasping his hand tightly. "I showed Lynn my plie and everything and she said I was a great balleina and I told her the best balleina is Angelina Balleina and then she read to me about Angelina going to dance class and I said I go to dance class but it's summer and I can't go now but I will later. I will go later, won't I, Daddy?" "Of course you will," Derek nodded. "Good," she grinned. "And then Uncle Monkey came and he gave me ice cream cause he was sad so we had ice cream and it was really, really good. He told me not to tell you but I told him I tell you everything cause you're my daddy and if I don't tell you then I get in trouble. Don't get mad at him though, Daddy." "Why was Uncle Monkey sad?" Derek frowned. "I dunno," she shrugged. "Daddy, can we have cheeburger for supper? Please? Please?" "I don't know," Derek sighed dramatically. "Is your room clean?" "Um...maybe." "Maybe?" "It's pretend clean." "And what exactly is pretend clean?" "Pretend clean," she shrugged. "Well...we can have cheeseburgers for supper if you make your room real clean when I'm making them." "And fench fries?" "And french fries," he nodded. "But if you're room isn't clean by supper time, I'll throw it all out and you can have salad." "Ewww, Daddy!" "Clean your room and there doesn't have to be any ewww," Derek laughed. "Uncle Monkey can help you if he's home." "It will be real clean, Daddy," she nodded quickly as the elevator doors open and Miranda Bailey walked on. "Dr. Shepherd," Bailey nodded before smiling widely at Hannah. "Hannah." "Hi, Dr. Miranda," Hannah grinned. "Can I press the button?" "Of course you can," Bailey nodded. "Which one?" Hannah asked, letting go of Derek's hand. "Press the one that has a G on it." "Like me and Daddy!" Hannah giggled, pressing the button quickly. "We all get to go home finally," Bailey nodded. "Finally," Derek sighed in agreement before smiling at Bailey. "Miranda." "Oh what do you want now?" Bailey groaned. "If you even say Grey..." "I was just greeting you," Derek grinned. "It's your name isn't it? It's on your jacket." "You're lucky your daughter is on this elevator." "She gets to call you Miranda," Derek laughed, watching as Hannah shifted back and forth from foot to foot. "That's because she's cute and I like her." "And you don't like me?" Derek frowned. "I'd like you a lot more if you lay off my intern." "What?" "Oh I know what's going on," Bailey nodded. "Back off, Shepherd." "She's an intern, Mir---Bailey," Derek said quickly. "A very talented intern. There's nothing going on." "Do I have a sign that says stupid on my forehead?" "Nope," Hannah chirped. "Thank you, Hannah," Bailey nodded. "I know what goes on. I know everything that goes on, Shepherd. And I know what's going on between you and my intern. She's an intern." "There's nothing going on between me and your intern," Derek sighed, running his hands through his hair and trying to block out the memory of what had happened in this elevator just hours earlier. Remembering that would do nothing good in this situation. "Why do I not believe that?" "No idea," Derek sighed. "Why do you think there's anything going on?" "I'm not blind and I'm not dumb. I see the way you look at each other." "Small ears, Bailey," Derek warned, realizing that Hannah was looking at them both intently. "I know," Bailey sighed. "Just...she's an intern, Derek. She has enough on her plate already. And so do you." "Miranda," Derek sighed before reaching for Hannah and putting his hands over her ears, "I'm not trying to hurt her. I'm not Mark. I don't...I don't do something with somebody without thinking about how it's going to affect Hannah. Meredith is...I'm not trying to hurt her." "Than what exactly is it you're trying to do?" "I'm not entirely sure," Derek admitted. "There's just...there's something about her. I don't want it to be an affair though. She deserves better than that." "Glad you realize it," Bailey nodded. "Just...be careful. And the second I see special treatment I will see to it that you're both in a world of trouble." "I'm not trying to give her special treatment," Derek rolled his eyes. "She's good." "She is. And she's not your intern tomorrow." "I figured I couldn't get that lucky two days in a row," Derek smirked. "And no requesting her all the time." "I won't," Derek promised. "Have you told her about Hannah?" "No," Derek shrugged. "We haven't exactly gotten to that point yet. I can't just throw it out there. 'How are you today, Dr. Grey? By the way, I have a five year old daughter.' And she's...she's not exactly jumping to go out to dinner with me." "Knew there was a reason I liked her," Bailey laughed. "Daddy, my ears are hot!" Hannah whined, fidgeting. "Sorry Hannah," Derek laughed, removing his hands. "Silly Daddy," Hannah sighed, rubbing her ears. "Dr. Miranda, I gotta clean my room for real cause Daddy's gonna make me cheeburgers and fench fries. And Uncle Monkey's gonna help if he's home but he probably has more sleep overs or somethin' cause Uncle Monkey's got lots and lots of friends." "Yes, I know all about your uncle Monkey's friends," Bailey sighed. "Cheeseburgers sound yummy." "Very yummy. And fench fries. Maybe cookies but probably not cause Daddy says sugar is real bad for little girls 'fore bedtime but Uncle Monkey lets me have ice cream and cookies cause he says sugar is good but I'm not apposed to listen to Uncle Monkey cause he's crazy, Daddy says so." "They're both crazy, but your daddy is right. Sugar before bed tim is never a good idea," Bailey nodded. "Daddy, if I'm real good and I clean my room lots, can I have one cookie?" "Maybe one," Derek nodded. "Tank you, Daddy," Hannah grinned as the elevator doors opened and she grabbed Derek's hands. "Bye, Dr. Miranda!" "Bye Hannah," Bailey grinned. "Daddy say bye," Hannah giggled, pulling him along. "Bye Bailey," Derek called back. "Say bye, Dr. Miranda." "Bye Derek," Bailey laughed. "Now we gots to go home and I'm gonna clean my room," Hannah nodded as she led Derek to the car. "You are," Derek nodded. "Daddy?" "Yeah?" "What's 'tern?" "Intern?" "Yeah." "It's a doctor that just finished school and is in their first year of being a doctor." "Ohhhh," Hannah nodded. "Why, Hannah?" "No reason," she shrugged, scrambling into the car. "Okay," he sighed, leaning over to buckle her in. "Dr. Miranda said intern lots." "Oh," Derek nodded. "We were just talking about a friend of mine that's an intern." "Are you gonna have sleepovers like Uncle Monkey?" "If I had sleepovers like Uncle Monkey who would tuck you into bed?" "Uncle Monkey. Or Nana." "True," Derek nodded. "But I like you better, Daddy." "I know you do," Derek laughed. "And I like tucking you in." "Because I'm the bestest," she giggled, kissing his nose. "You are the bestest," he laughed, kssing her nose in return. "Home time." "Home," she nodded. You got me falling over and over I've been drifting this side and upside down I do it all for you You know I’ll be a fool for you Disclaimer: We don't own Grey's Anatomy. If we did...well we'd be running around making it clear that new chicky isn't a new love interest for Derek. As well...people thinking that...it puts the poor woman's life on the line. As we're sure many of us would like to kill her more than we'd like to see her touch Derek. "They're everywhere, all the time. Izzie's all perky and George does this thing where he's kind and considerate," Meredith groaned as she walked into the hospital with Cristina. "They share food and they move things and they breathe. Ugh, they're like happy." "Kick them out," Cristina shrugged. "I can't kick them out," Meredith rolled her eyes. "They just moved in. I asked them to move in. I can't kick them out." "So you're just going to let it all build up in some dark place until one day it explodes and you kill them both?" "Yep," Meredith sighed. "This is why we're friends," Cristina smirked. "And to make matters worse, Derek is every where all the time too," Meredith continued. "Like, he's a ninja or something. I'm in the hallway and he's there. All the time. And it's driving me nuts. Completely nuts because he's...and we...but seriously...everywhere, all the time. Like a ninja." "Derek...as in Dr. Shepherd?" "Yes," Meredith sighed. "Dr. Shepherd. We...I met him at the mixer and I may have flirted with him before I realized he was my boss and now...he's like a five year old. I keep expecting him to throw a temper tantrum when I tell him I can't go out with him." "Shepherd wants to go out with you?" "He wants to go out with me. Or something. I don't know. He keeps flirting and smirking and he has the perfect hair and the blue eyes and...he's a great kisser." "Kisser? Do tell." "There's nothing to tell. I kissed him in the elevator. Or he kissed me. We kissed in the elevator." "You kissed McDreamy in the elevator?" "I was having a bad day." "And that's what you do on a bad day? Make out with Dr. McDreamy?" "Since when is he McDreamy?" Meredith turned to her friend as they jogged up the stairs to the locker room. "He's McDreamy...with the eyes and the hair...and apparently wanting to get in your pants." "Which isn't good," Meredith said firmly. "Definitely not good. He's my boss. And I shouldn't have kissed him." "It was a kiss, no need to get your panties in a bunch." "Yeah, it was a kiss but now he's all about being around me and flirting and smirking and talking about putting condoms in his wallet." "So screw him, you obviously want to." "I do not," Meredith groaned as she pulled her jeans down, reaching for scrub pants. "You do. Just jump him...get him out of your system or whatever." "He's my boss, Cristina." "So? I'd do Sloan if the man wasn't such an idiot. I swear he should just keep his mouth shut. He's about twenty times sexier when he's not talking." "You'd do Sloan?" Meredith turned to her friend. "Seriously? You'd have sex with your boss? It could fuck up our careers forever. He's my boss, Cristina. My boss. What do they do if they find out you're screwing your boss?" "They...it would be hell, but it's not like they'd ever find out. Take him home, fuck his brains out and move on." "He doesn't want to just have sex. It's apparently more than that," Meredith rolled her eyes as she tied her sneakers. "What the hell does that mean?" "I have no idea. I think he's one of those guys who does the happily ever after relationship thing. He seems like one of those guys." "Oh...gross. Ignore my advice. Ignore. Run." "Thank you," Meredith nodded, looking down at her beeping pager. "Pit." "Crap," Cristina sighed. "I was hoping I'd get something cool." "We're interns, we don't get cool stuff," Meredith slammed her locker door shut. "I just hope Derek's not down there. Maybe he has the day off." "Keep wishing," Cristina laughed. "I just don't get why he has to be so annoying," Meredith rolled her eyes. "Seriously. He's my boss and he's always there and he likes me or whatever." "Threaten to cut off his balls or something." "I'm considering it." "Good," Cristina nodded. "Meanwhile, I'm just going to avoid him," Meredith said firmly as they walked into the pit, both of them stopping and staring at the bleeding, wounded bicyclists being brought in. "Holy crap." "It's like candy...but with blood which is so much cooler," Cristina breathed. "Totally," Meredith breathed, looking around, grinning when she saw a guy with spikes poking out of his side. "That one's so mine." "Mine," Cristina echoed seeing an unconscious man roll by on a stretcher. "See you later," Meredith nodded to her friend before running off, a grin on her face. The day was definitely getting better. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dead Baby Bike Race, it was the most insane thing he had ever heard of. As a man he had to appreciate the basic concept of it, hurtling down the mountains at insane paces for some strange competition. It made sense, at least it made kind of sense in some weird twisted way. But actually participating in it was insane. One would think they'd at least think to throw helmets on. He was always his busiest on Dead Baby Bike Race day. Today was definitely no exception. Already he had dealt with a brain dead patient, and he had just scrubbed out of a subdural hematoma, again from some idiot who hadn't thought to put on a helmet. Mark was probably having a field day though. He loved this day. It was basically an early Christmas for him. He hadn't even managed to see Meredith today. He figures she was running like mad with all the cases coming into the Pit and Yang was on the brain dead John Doe. Yang who kept looking at him in the oddest ways, which was well confusing. But he was running too much to think of it to much or to do much of anything else. It was an insane day of running around. He had wanted to stop by and see Hannah, but that defintiely wasn't happening today. He'd probably have to call his mom to come and pick her up as he seriously doubted he'd be going home anytime soon, not when there were head injuries piling up. Hannah would hate it, and she'd probably pout, but this was one time he couldn't just walk away. Not when every neuro resident and attending were swamped. He'd go check on his John Doe and then give his mom a call and make all the plans. He'd have his mom take her out for pizza or something to make up for it, which he hated doing but at least he didn't have to fall back on it too much. And Hannah did love hanging out with Nana so it would be fine for the one night. Even if it meant completely collapsing whenever he finally got home. He jogged down to the ER, rolling his eyes when he noticed Mark proudly showing off his skills with one of the bikers. The pit was a mess. A complete mess. There was blood everywhere and more and more bikers were bringing themselves in, some of them demanding to just be sutured up and then sent back out to the race. He got it. He understood competition. He just didn't get dying for it. Meredith's familiar blonde hair caught his eyes as he looked around. She was in an exam room taking care of some idiot biker. She looked all adorable, concentrating on the chart in front of her while frowning at the patient, apparently agreeing with him that these guys were all basically idiots. He probably should be paying attention to other things, but it was the first time he had seen her all day. He smiled as he watched her, her bangs falling slightly in her face as she stared at the patient, shaking her head. It never ceased to amaze him that she had the power to make crappy days automatically better. Even if she was against dating him, even if she had been avoiding him like the plague since the elevator, she never failed to brighten his day. Except for now. When she was kissing the idiot biker. What the hell? Meredith was kissing some idiot patient that thought it was a good idea to hurtle himself down a concrete mountain. Okay, maybe he had more kissed her but she certainly hadn't pushed the idiot away. The guy left the exam room and Meredith glared for a second before starting to clean up the room, apparently deciding to act like nothing had happened. She turned to throw something away and paused when she saw him before turning back around to look away from him, clearly afraid she was going to get in trouble. Or something. He frowned as he moved into the exam room, staring at her, completely at a loss for words. "What?" she said, looking up at him. "You make out with patients now?" he asked. "What are you jealous?" she smirked. "I don't get jealous," he frowned, closing the door behind him. She shrugged as she continued cleaning up before turning to him. "This should definitely stop. You act like we're...anyway, nothing has happened between us. So you can't get jealous." "We kissed in an elevator," he smirked. "Fine, we kissed in an elevator. Once." "No seriously...come on...go out with me." "No," she stressed, rolling her eyes. "People are dying, Meredith. People die all the time, we know that. How would you feel if I died and you never got a chance to go out with me?" "Get over yourself already," she shook her head, turning to him, her hands on her hips. "Come on," he groaned. "It's the chase isn't it?" she demanded, her eyes darkening. "What?" "The thrill of the chase. I've been wondering to myself, why are you so hell-bent on getting me to go out with you? You know you're my boss. You know it’s against the rules. You know I keep saying no. It’s the chase." "But it's fun, isn't it?" "Seriously?" she groaned. "Seriously. What could possibly be fun about this? You like getting turned down? You liked breaking the rules? You like trying to ruin my career?" "I'm not going to ruin your career," he sighed. "And yes, getting turned down by you has a certain...niceness to it." "Something is clearly wrong with you." "I like you," he shrugged. "I don't think that means there's something wrong with me." "You can't like me," she said firmly. "And what if I don't like you?" "That would be bad," he nodded slowly. "But you do, so I don't see that being a problem." "How do you know I like you? What if I think you're an arrogant ass?" "I know," he smirked. "See!" she exclaimed. "This is all a game to you! But not to me. Because unlike you, I still have something to prove." She brushed past him and walked out of the room, clearly frustrated. It wasn't a game. If it was a game he'd have backed off by now. Because Meredith was entirely right. This was...insane. It was against the rules, she obviously wasn't giving in and it really wouldn't be the greatest for her career. If it was a game he would have given up on this after the first day. He wasn't quite sure what it was at this point, but it certainly wasn't a game. He had no idea how to convince her of that though. No idea how to convince her that this was something more than him wanting to toy with her emotions, or wanting to screw her. There was something about her that drew him to her. Something he couldn't completely place his finger on that made him want to flirt with her, be around her, just talk to her. He just didn't know how to convince her of it. Because he wasn't exactly sure how he felt himself. It would be hard to try to tell her that he liked having her around when he didn't know why he liked having her around, he just liked it. She made things better, she made life feel better. It seemed insane and he had a feeling if he even tried to do it, she would just say seriously, give him her annoyed look and walk away. And he loved her annoyed look, he really did. But she wouldn't believe him if he told her this wasn't a game. That he hadn't played games in six years. That he had promised after Hannah was born that he wouldn't play those games anymore. Of course, telling her he didn't play games would require telling her about Hannah and he just wasn't ready to do that yet. He would eventually. She was going to find out eventually regardless as she worked at the hospital and it was impossible to keep Hannah a secret in the place where she had grown up and everyone knew her. But still, eventually he would tell her but it wasn't exactly the best waty to convince a girl that didn't want to go out with you to give you a chance. So not yet. He groaned as his pager went off. This day was going to be hell. It was going to be long and hard and filled with fixing idiots like the biker she had just kissed. Not that he had been jealous. He didn't get jealous. And even if he did, he had no right to be jealous. She was right about that at least. They weren't dating. They weren't together. She was just his intern. His ridiculously amazing intern. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Today had been insane. Entirely totally insane. Someone probably should have warned them about the insanity of today. Because today had definitely been insane. She had spent the entire day stitching up idiotic bike racers. Not to mention the one that had kissed her and then Derek. Stupid Derek who didn't seem to really understand the meaning of the word no. He was a brain surgeon. Brain surgeon usually meant smart. When people were talking about stupid easy things, they'd say it didn't take a brain surgeon to do it, which meant brain surgeons did hard things and were smart. Except for apparently Derek Shepherd. Apparently he didn't understand the English language or something. Or he was just crazy. One of the two. She was trying to avoid him and she was failing miserably because somehow he managed to be everywhere all the time being annoying and dreamy. McDreamy whatever that hell that was supposed to mean. And if she wasn't his boss she'd be quite the fan of the dreaminness but that was impossible as he was her boss and that wasn't going to change anytime soon. He couldn't play this game with her. He was just another guy. Just another guy who wanted to take her out and then screw her and that was it. Or keep screwing her. Except it would make work awkward. Or he'd start giving her special favors and Bailey would notice because Bailey noticed everything and then she'd tell the chief who would probably explode and kick her out of the program. There was no way she could like the dreaminess. She'd just have to keep ignoring him, or figure out a way to get him to actually figure out that he meant it when she said no. And they'd go on to be intern and attending which was all they could ever be and all they were ever going to be. Well until they were resident and attending but still. The door opened behind her and she turned to see him standing there. Of course. "It's not the chase," he smiled. "What?" she frowned, rubbing lotion onto her hands. "You and me," he shook his head slowly, beginning to walk toward her. "It is not the thrill of the chase. It's not a game. It's...your tiny ineffectual fists. And your hair." "My hair?" she asked. She couldn't help but smile. She really couldn't. This...she hadn't been expecting this. "It smells good," he nodded, smiling slightly. "And you're very, very bossy... it keeps me in line." She watched as a smile played at his lips, as he nodded slightly. Like he was waiting for her to return whatever he was doing. And then she fought the urge to kiss him. Really kiss him. Which would be bad. "I'm still not going out with you," she smiled. "You say that now," he smirked. "I say that always," she returned the smirk. "We'll see about that," he murmured. "You're an idiot," she giggled. "It's quite possible I am," he laughed. "I'm glad you're admitting it." "We could go out for dinner and discuss how big of idiot I am." "You really need to learn the meaning of the word no," she rolled her eyes, closing her locker door. "Oh I know the meaning," he nodded. "I'm just not quite sure you mean it." "I mean it," she nodded firmly. "Definitely mean it." "Do you?" he breathed. "I...you...you're my boss." "I know," he nodded. "But you didn't answer my question. Do you mean it?" "I...no. Yes. Yes I mean it. I definitely mean yes. No. I definitely mean no." "What the hell did you just say?" he laughed gently. "You suck," she pouted, grabbing her bag. "I'll see you later, Dr. Shepherd." "See you, Dr. Grey," he nodded, still laughing softly. "Ass," she giggled. as she moved past him, her shoulder rubbing against him, which strangely made her shiver a little. "I like the giggling by the way, you should do it more often," he smiled. "I'm not going to giggle because you like it." "You're not?" "No." "But I'm your boss. You have to do what I say." "Okay, seriously?" she turned back towards him, rolling her eyes at the smirk. "You can't be my boss when it suits you. And you can't be my boss like that." "I'm always your boss. I thought that was the issue here." "It is. But you can't be my boss in...that way." "I could be your boss in that way." "You're a terrible person." "I'm definitely not a terrible person." "You definitely are," she sighed, smiling slightly as he moved closer to her, his nose hovering just over her hair. "Okay maybe," he shrugged. "But you like me anyway." "I...yeah," she breathed, his body moving even closer to her. "Yeah?" he asked. "No," she corrected herself, blushing slightly as she dipped her head down. "No." "You can't take your yeah back." "I can and I am." "Oh but I already heard it. You can't erase my memory." "I...I have to go." "You do?" "Yes. Things. Family...I have things." "Okay," he nodded. "I'll see you later, Meredith." "Dr. Grey." "You could just call me Derek for once." "You're Dr. Shepherd. I'm Dr. Grey. Because you're my boss and I'm your intern." "And we kissed." "Once," Meredith rolled her eyes. "You need to get over it. You're starting to sound pathetic." "I am?" he frowned. "You are," she smirked, looking up at him. "We could do it again...so I stop obsessing over the first time." "Not going to happen." "Really?" "Really," she breathed, moving closer to him, which was definitely bad. Because she shouldn't be moving closer to him and his hair and his eyes and the smirk. "Because I'm feeling a kiss coming on," he murmured. "Definitely no kiss," she whispered. "Hmm..." he breathed. "No kiss." "No kiss," she nodded slowly as he ducked his head down slightly, his breath hot against her lips. "None," he agreed, right before gently brushing his lips along hers. "Definitely not," she murmured, her lips moving softly against his before she pulled back, her cheeks pink. "Hmm..." he smiled, taking a step back. "Have a good night, Dr. Grey." "You too, Dr. Shepherd," she murmured. "Bye," he whispered, smiling one last time as he disappeared from the room. She breathed as she leaned against the wall, her mind swimming. Crap. Crap. Crap. She had kissed him. Again. A really soft kiss, which definitely wasn't her thing. Her thing usually involved clothes being torn off and sex happening. Not...not soft kisses. Not flirting. This was bad. This was really, really bad. She was pretty sure this couldn't get much worse. There was no way he was going to leave her alone. After that talk, that kiss, there was no way he was going to let things go with the intern and attending thing that he apparently didn't care about at all. Because he really liked her in a way she wasn't sure any guy had ever liked her and something about that felt incredibly good. If he wasn't her boss it would feel good. If he wasn't her boss, she'd probably go out with him. If he wasn't her boss, she'd kiss him again. If he wasn't her boss, she'd definitely sleep with him. But he was her boss. And this was wrong. He didn't care, but she did. Or at least, she was pretty sure she did. She wasn't quite sure anymore. Not after the kiss. Maybe you like what's goin' on Deep down inside I know it's wrong I know I should run But the heart wants what it wants Disclaimer: Paddy was racing today and Alicia and Katie completely forgot. This makes us horrible fans but at least we had a lot less stress. Of course if we owned the show we wouldn't have forgotten as we'd be there. Cheering him off. And giving him victory (or loser) sex. Meredith slammed her locker door shut and contemplated the intelligence of banging her head against it. She was quite certain that 4:30 in the morning wasn't even a real time. It was some stupid made up time that some stupid person had made up to drive her insane. And the stupid person was probably named Derek as that was the perfect name for stupid people that cut down on her sleep time. Patients weren't even awake yet. They were all sleeping. So why the hell did she have to be here at some stupid time in the stupid morning for some stupid pre-rounds? It didn't make any sense. None at all. And it probably wasn't a good thing for her to even be here. With room mates and family and moms and everything else...she was in a crap mood. And 4:30 only made it worse. She wanted to be home in bed. And she just to ignore that tiny voice in her head that felt like says she wanted to be home in bed with Derek. She assumed that voice was caused by the pure exhaustion coursing through her body. This was not natural. This was beyond stupid and not healthy and someone should have told her about this before she decided to be a surgeon. Not that it would have stopped her. Or maybe it would have. Probably not. But still...deciding to be a surgeon should have come with a warning about made up times and stupid annoying attendings who flirted. Well, that probably didn't happen all the time, only to her, which was just her luck. She had crap luck. "I hope I get some good patients today," she groaned to Cristina. "It's my day to be in the OR," Cristina shrugged, a small smile on her face. "What?" Meredith turned to her friend. "What do you know?" "I know I was here at 4 and you didn't get here till 4:30." "Tell me," Meredith demanded. "No. I'm not the intern flirting with an attending," Cristina smirked. Meredith shook her head as Cristina brushed past her. "I am not flirt----" she stopped when she saw Derek standing there, a cup of coffee in his hands. Crap. "You're here early." "I have a cordotomy at five," Derek smiled. "I get out at 6. I was thinking I could buy you breakfast before your rounds." "I've already eaten," Meredith sighed, turning from him and walking away. "Oh...what did you have?" "None of your business," she rolled her eyes. He seriously needed to get a hint. Or not get a hint. If he got a hint he'd probably be all about them kissing twice. Which was...bad. Really, really bad. "Are you a cereal person? Straight out of the box? Or are you all fruit and fibery?" he asked laughing. "Pancakes, do you like pancakes?" "Fine," she groaned. "Leftover grilled cheese. Curiousity satisfied?" "That's sad...that's pathetic. A good day starts with a good breakfast." "Are you high?" she asked, turning to him. "What?" "It's four thirty in the morning." "It is," he nodded. "And you're...disturbingly happy and...Izzie-like." "Izzie like?" he frowned. "And you get used to the crazy hours eventually. Coffee helps." "Perky," she replied. "Did you put speed in your coffee? Because seriously...it's weird. And disturbing. And you eat breakfast. You're one of those happy morning people." "I'm not a happy morning person. I'm a happy morning person when I get to see you," he smiled and then winced. "That was bad." "That was awful. Really, really awful." "It is early," he shrugged. "You like early," she rolled her eyes. "You're one of those people who jogs and makes pancakes, aren't you?" "Is that a bad thing?" "Makes you more annoying," she groaned, moving to walk past him again. "I make good pancakes," he smiled. "You will have to try them sometime." "Der---Dr. Shepherd," she rolled her eyes. "No. No breakfast. No lunch. No dinner. And...just no. Definitely no." "You keep saying that," he grinned. "And I'm going to keep meaning it," she nodded. "So you might as well give up now." "I really wish I could," he sighed. "Fine. I'll make it easy for you," she turned to him. "I"m not going to be seen with you in this hospital. It's unprofessional." "It's an attending getting to know his intern." "He kissed the intern. Twice." "Barely knew her." "And it should stay that way." "Why?"


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