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oncetherewasaway	Dec 27 2007, 12:00 PM
McEditor Posts: 1,625 Group: .Grey Girls. Member #23 Joined: October 25, 2006	"Why?" she stared at him. "Seriously? Do you not listen? I mean do you seriously just not listen to me when I say stuff?" "I do," he nodded. "I always listen. But so far you've only had one reason...and it's not that convincing." "What? The fact that you're my boss? That's not convincing?" "Not really," he shook his head. "I get the problem, I do. Just...I don't actually care about the problem." "Well I do," Merediht said firmly. "And since I care, that means you have to get over this and just...stop." "I could stop..." he nodded slowly. "You could. And should." "I will," he smiled. "If you can actually make it sound like you really mean it." "I do mean it. Stop. Now." "You'd miss me." "I wouldn't." "You would." "I wouldn't," she repeated. "I'm trying to be a doctor. Save lives. Be professional. You should try it sometime." "You do realize I'm one of the top neurosurgeons in the country, right?" "I've heard." "I do the saving lives thing quite well." "Then you should try the professional thing too." "I'm entirely professional." "Flirting with your intern is professional?" "Just have breakfast with me," he groaned. "Two colleagues. Hospital cafeteria. Very public. No hanky panky, I promise." "You seriously did not just say hanky panky?" "I may have," he grimaced. "It's still early." "And I'm still saying no," she frowned. "Breakfast in the caf. It can't even be counted as a date." "Seriously. No." "You have to say yes eventually." "I really don't," she rolled her eyes. "But you like me." "No I don't." "You do," he nodded. "You kissed me." "That doesn't mean I like you." "You really don't like me?" "I..." Meredith paused, not trusting her entirely exhausted brain to answer the right way. "You're going to be late for your cordotomy." "You're avoiding the answer," he laughed. "We're standing in the middle of a hospital hallway." "And you're not answering," he smiled widely.' "Seriously. You're going to be late." "Going," he nodded. "Good." "Nice talking to you, Dr. Grey," Derek said loudly. "You're an idiot," she rolled her eyes. "Who you happen to like," he grinned, turning to walk away. "See you later." "Goodbye, Dr. Shepherd." "Goodbye, Dr. Grey," he smiled, heading down the hallway. She rolled her eyes as she watched him. He was an idiot. A complete idiot. She was pretty much convinced he was entirely incapable of actually not acting like a horny teenager. Or an annoying frat boy. He really needed to stop. They were coworkers. She was his intern. It made absolutely no sense that he would be all about her eating breakfast with him. Normal men were supposed to have fragile egos that got bruised by hearing the word no once, and somehow one of the best neurosurgeons in the world seemed to get a kick out of hearing it numerous times in one conversation. He didn't even flinch, he just kept smiling at her like he was high. She figured he probably was and she should probably report him to someone. Because that wasn't normal. It wasn't normal to be that happy at four-thirty in the morning and it definitely wasn't normal to be that happy after hearing no fifty million times in just a few weeks. Clearly he was high. Or crazy. Or maybe he had hit his head at some point and no one had thought to actually check him out. Either way, not normal. And entirely annoying. Even if she was tempted to say yes. Because she had a feeling for no apparent reason that sitting across from him and eating eggs and bacon and working on getting a heart attack could possibly be the highlight of her day. Just watching him smile or whatever. Which was insane and cheesy and it coudn't be the highlight of her day because it was against the rules. And he was an idiot. She didn't want to have breakfast with an idiot. She was a busy surgeon. Well, busy intern. She didn't have time to have breakfasts with idiots who jogged and made pancakes. Pancakes that were apparently good. She liked pancakes. Really liked pancakes, but that wasn't the point. The point was...no breakfast with idiots. Or people who were stoned. Or people who apparently had had traumatic brain injuries resulting in idiocy. Someone would figure it out eventually. She couldn't be the only one that realized the man was...perfect. No, not perfect, entirely idiotic and insane. Someone would notice and he'd go away and she could go back to living like a normal intern that didn't have to be careful walking down hallways because they might get attacked by some guy with randomly amazing hair. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Derek sighed as he took off his surgical cap, a sudden exhaustion seeping into him. He had woken up at three that morning, dealt with a very pissed off Hannah who didn't want to go to daycare that early, and who had spent most of the drive there throwing entirely out of character temper tantrums before screaming herself ot sleep. It hadn't been the best of mornings, at least, not until he had seen Meredith. Which sounded as lame in his head as it had when he had said it to her. She still wasn't budging. Which was...kind of adorable. Because she wasn't budging and yet when he had right out asked her if she didn't like him she hadn't been able to actually give him an answer. Which really was an answer in itself. It had made his day so much better. Not to mention pulling nails out of a patient's head and seeing him live through the surgery. That had been pretty amazing. But now he was exhausted. Completely exhausted. Meredith was taking the patient down to recovery and he was ready to grab his daughter, offer her ice cream and cookies for her forgiveness, and then collapse in bed. Of course, he wouldn't say no to seeing Meredith again, to talking to her again. To making her entirely flustered. He loved when she was flustered and avoided questions. He figured she had to give in eventually. She kept saying she wouldn't but he was pretty certain it was just a cute form of denial. She had definitely been the one to kiss him in the elevator, and she liked him. So eventually she'd look past the boss thing. Which was actually kind of huge, and she hadn't yet heard about the daughter thing. Supposing his daughter hadn't abandoned him sometime in the last day. "Do you think he's going to make it?" he jumped slightly when he heard Meredith's voice behind him. "I don't know," he sighed. "The nails...yeah. But the rest...we'll have to see what's going on." "Do you think it's a tumor?" she asked, coming to stand next to him. "My gut...yeah," he nodded. "That's...crap," Meredith sighed, shaking her head. "It really is," he frowned. "He lived through that...it doesn't seem right." "It could be operable," she said, doubt creeping into her voice. "We can hope," he nodded. "I'm keeping you on this case and we'll do the MRI in the morning." "Okay," she nodded. "Thanks." "For?" "Keeping me on the case," she shrugged. "It's...I don't know. Anyway...thanks." "You deserve it," he smiled. "I didn't actually do anything." "You did good work on the case," he shrugged. "That's enough to see you follow it through." "Yeah," she smiled slightly. "It's early but have you ever thought about what you want to specialize in?" "I...no," she shook her head. "Not really. I mean...no. It's early and I haven't actually been doing a lot yet. So no...maybe general because...but no." "Consider neuro," he nodded. "You show a promise in it." "Seriously?" "Seriously," he nodded. "I...maybe," she grinned. "I like it. Neuro. I like neuro." "You do?" he smiled. "Yeah," she nodded. "I...I really like it. It's...interesting and very, very...I like it. So maybe neuro. Maybe." "Good," he grinned. "You're good at it." "Thank you," she blushed slightly. "You're welcome," he smiled and then laughed gently. "I'm trying very hard not to destroy this very nice moment with an innappropriate comment." "Oh god," she rolled her eyes. "I didn't actually say anything," he laughed. "And what I did say...I mean it. As your boss." "And not because we've kissed and you're trying to get into my pants?" "Not because we've kissed and I'm trying to do a hell of a lot more than get in your pants. You're good. I'm not about to lie to you about something like that." "Oh," she breathed, nodding slowly. "Thanks." "Even if it does mean you'd have to spend more time with me." "Dr. Shepherd," she rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, I was good," he sighed. "I get to have that one." "Fine," she sighed. "You get to have that one." "Thank you," he nodded. "But really...neuro, think about it." "I will." "Good." "Good," she nodded slowly. "Good," he grinned. "Derek?" she murmured, turning to him again. "Yeah?" he asked, a grin tugging at his lips. "Meredith." "Breakfast," she nodded. "What did...you said a good day starts with a good breakfast. Which I'd assume means you had a good breakfast." "I ended up having cereal," he sighed. "It was lonely." "Out of the box or..." "In a bowl," he laughed. "Oh," she giggled slightly. "Okay." "We could have breakfast together tomorrow," he suggested. "Seriously?" "Seriously," he nodded. "I..." she bit her lip. "Colleagues. Between colleagues." "Between colleagues," he nodded. "Which means no kissing or sex or...stuff." "You're saying yes?" "I...maybe...yes." "Seriously?' "Seriously," she giggled. "Oh okay," he nodded. "What time do you start tomorrow?" "Late day tomorrow," she smiled. "Eight." "My first surgery is at nine," he grinned. "Do you...here or somewhere else?" "Um...whatever works for you." "There's a tiny restaurant down the street," he suggested. "Do they have good pancakes?" she grinned. "They do," he smiled. "Not as good as mine...but for some reason I don't think you'd agree to going home with me." "Pushing it, Derek." "Sorry," he grinned. "So restaurant on the corner at seven?" "Yeah," she nodded. "Good," he smiled widely. "Good," she smiled, looking down slightly. "So...tomorrow." "Tomorrow," he nodded. "Okay," she nodded. "Okay," he smiled. "I have to go and...I'll see you in the morning." "See you in the morning," she nodded before turning and walking away from him. She had actually said yes. For all the flirting he had done he hadn't expected her to just turn around and say yes that easily. He would have told her to go neuro ages ago had he known that's all it was going to take. She had said. He'd have to get Mark to bring Hannah in, or bring her in early or something. Because he had a date. He actually had a kind of date with Meredith. He couldn't help but grin widely at the idea. She said it was between colleagues, but after weeks of saying no she had finally said yes, and he couldn't help but call it a kind of date. It was breakfast. He'd finally be able to talk to her without her freaking out about them being in the hospital. And he could decide if she needed to know about Hannah, if she deserved to know about the girl in his life. He was late. He was actually late. She had finally agreed to go on a date, or a kind of date, or of a meeting of colleagues or something, and he was late. She wasn't even sure why she had said yes. The word yes had been running through her head everytime he had asked and she had never actually said it. And she did. It had slipped out and now she was having breakfast with him, if he ever appeared. This was probably some kind of sign. A sign that she should definitely get up and go. That she should not be dating or kind of dating or meeting with her boss. Definitely a sign. Because he was late. He had practically begged her and he was late. Saying yes had to have been the stupidest thing she'd ever said. And now she should definitely leave. It would make work awkward but this was stupid, saying yes had been a very stupid mistake and waiting for him was even more stupid. Entirely idiotic and crazy and she could only assume that some of his idioticness and craziness was rubbing off on her. That would completely explain why she was still sitting here, staring at the flowers in the vase on the table instead of leaving like she should be. Except he wasn't even that late. It was only 7:08. So eight minutes. Still, late. And they shouldn't even be doing this. It was entirely against the rules. Completely against the rules and she definitely needed to get her head checked out. Because she had said yes. She had said yes and now she was sitting here and this wasn't her. She didn't do this. Stupid Derek. "Sorry I'm late," his voice suddenly filled her head as she heard the chair in front of her be pulled out. "One of those mornings." "Oh," she looked up quickly, smiling. He looked good and suddenly she wasn't angry anymore. Or even nervous, which was weird. It was the hair. Had to be the stupid perfect hair. Which actually didn't look all that perfect in that second, but still...good. "That's...it's fine." "You waited," he smiled. "I figured you would have decided this was a stupid idea in the past nine minutes and leave." "I was giving you another minute," she smiled, wondering how in the hell he could read her mind like that. "I guess I had good timing then," he smiled. "You look good...in an entirely professional colleague type of way." "You too," she giggled. "Thanks," he smiled, opening the menu. "Do you know what you want?" "Pancakes," she sighed. "Definitely pancakes." "So you do really like pancakes," he laughed gently. "I do," she nodded. "Doesn't everyone?" "Probably," he grinned. "What about you?" she asked, looking down at her menu. "What are you getting?" "Eggs and bacon," he nodded, looking at the menu. "I thought everyone liked pancakes," she giggled. "You don't?" "I do," he grinned. "I just have them often enough at home that I could use a change." "You make pancakes a lot?" "I told you my pancakes are good." "You're so cocky." "They melt in your mouth." "Pancakes probably shouldn't do that." "They should," he grinned. "I like to chew my pancakes." "You haven't tried mine," Derek smirked. "They're so good I could be a chef is this neurosurgery thing doesn't work out." "Because you're clearly struggling," Meredith rolled her eyes. "So making pancakes isn't the only thing I'm good at," he laughed. "Yeah, you apparently have that operating on brain things down." "It's easier than it sounds." "You probably shouldn't advertise that." "I only tell interns that I'm trying to persuade to join me on the dark side." "Neuro is the dark side?" "It is." "I figured plastics would be." "Plastics is for idiots," Derek laughed. "Of course it is," she giggled. "That explains the head of plastics." "So I assume you've tried to have a conversation with Dr. Sloan." "Tried," she rolled her eyes. "And I thought you were a pervert." "Did he try to get in your pants?" "That's one way of putting it." "I can imagine," Derek shook his head. "Just call him an ass." "I did," Meredith giggled. "Good girl," he laughed. "Mark must have loved that." "You talk like you really know him." "He's my best friend." "Seriously?" Meredith choked on her water. "Seriously," Derek laughed. "Oh...um..." she stammered. "I didn't...I mean...okay." "You didn't what?" "It's just...Sloan...your best friend. It doesn't make sense or whatever." "I know it doesn't," he nodded. "He's been my best friend as long as I can remember. He's...basically my brother." "So me calling him an idiot..." "Makes me like you a little bit more." "I called your brother an idiot and you like me more?" "He is an idiot," Derek shrugged. "Especially when you first meet him." "And then, what? He gets better?" "Well no...but he grows on you." "I'll take your word on that," Meredith nodded as her pancakes were settled in front of her. "I'll get him to stop hitting on you," Derek offered. "I can handle it," she shrugged. "And he's been better about it. Apparently he understands the meaning of the word no." "That's not actually what he understands." "It isn't?" "He knows I'm interested." "Oh," Meredith bit her lip. "So he's...I mean, he was hitting on me. I know he was. And you're..you're interested or whatever." "He hits on everyone," Derek shrugged. "I don't. And when I'm...interested, he backs off. I can't actually guarantee he'll behave himself but anything he does...it's entirely innocent." "Okay," she nodded. "Right. Pancakes." "How are they?" "Amazing," she smiled widely. "Good," he nodded. "How are your eggs?" "Great," he smiled. "Good," she mirrored his smile. "So...you went to Dartmouth." "I did," she nodded. "College and med school." "How'd you end up in Seattle? Entirely opposite side of the country." "Oh," Meredith looked down at her food. Not the question she had been expecting. At all. Definitely not what she had been expecting. "Um...family. Stuff. And Seattle Grace is the best program." "Makes sense," he nodded. "Yeah," she nodded. Crisis averted. "What about you? Are you...are you from Seattle?" "I was born in New York but moved to Seattle when I was 6," he nodded. "Went back to New York for college and med school." "And you ended up at Seattle Grace instead of staying in New York?" "Yeah," he nodded. "Wanted to come home...family is here and everything." "Makes sense," she echoed his earlier words. "New York was fun but Seattle is home." "It is," she nodded. "I, um...I was born here. Moved to Boston when I was six." "Why the move?" "My mom got a offer," Meredith sighed, deciding to tell only half the truth. "You do know who my mom is, right?" "I do," he nodded. "It was kind of big news around the hospital that you were going to be an intern." "Oh god," she groaned. "That's...I don't want that. I'm not her. I'm not even close to being her." "You have amazing potential." "It doesn't mean I'm anything like Ellis Grey." "It doesn't mean you have to be," he shrugged. "I'm pretty sure being Meredith Grey is good enough." "Yeah...I..." Meredith breathed, looking down at her watch. "Crap." "Is it nearly eight?" he sighed. "Yeah," she sighed, getting out her wallet. "Don't," he shook his head quickly. "I've got it." "You sure?" "I'm sure," he nodded. "Okay," she smiled. "Um...thanks." "No problem" he smiled. "You can get it next time." "Yeah," she nodded slowly. "Next time." "Next time," he echoed. "I'll see you at work. Bailey already knows you're with me again." "Okay," she smiled and then leaned forward, her lips hovering right over his cheek before she pulled back. "I'll see you at work." "This was nice, Mer," he breathed. "It was," she murmured. "See you at work," he nodded. "See you soon, Der," she nodded before fully standing and moving to leave. "Meredith..." he whispered, standing up and moving close to her. "Yeah?" she breathed, turning back towards him, suddenly feeling insanely...hopeful. "Bye," he murmured, ducking his head down to brush his lips against hers. "Bye," she breathed against his lips before her arms moved up and around his shoulders, her fingers lightly playing with the curls at the nape of his neck as she kissed him softly. He deepened the kiss sligtly, letting his hands run along her back before pulling away. "Bye." "Bye," she repeated, backing away from him, a small grin on her face as she started back towards her car. Something told her she was probably supposed to be freaking out. She had just kissed her boss. In public. On a kind of breakfast date where he had paid. She had kissed him. And she had wanted to. And she had liked it. And she was probably supposed to be freaking out. And she definitely wasn't. Some tiny part of her brain was running around in circles, screaming that this was a horribly bad idea but her lips were tingling too much from the contact to actually care to listen to that part of her brain. That had been...nice. Really nice. The talking and the eating and the kissing. It had all been incredibly nice and...entirely perfect. There's no turning back... Disclaimer: This update is entirely filler and entirely bright and shiny. Because right now the people who own the show have us all in a panic and nothing seems all that bright and shiny...so we, who wished we owned the show, figured you needed this. "Daddy!" Derek grinned as he heard his daughter run into the kitchen, her arms going quickly around him. "Daddy, is it time yet? Is it time?" "Not yet," Derek laughed, looking up to see his daughter wearing a tutu and a tiara. "What are you wearing?" "I'm like Angelina, Daddy," she grinned widely. "You are," he smiled. "Why?" "Cause I gotta be pwetty for school," Hannah nodded seriously. "You do," Derek nodded, just as seriously. "And you look very pretty, you're my little ballerina." "Yep," she grinned. "Your bestest balleina!" "My very bestest. But you can't wear that to school, honey." "How come?" "Tutus are for ballet." "And for school," Hannah shrugged. "Not for school," Derek shook his head. "But I gotta be pwetty, Daddy," she sighed dramatically. "Balleinas are the pwettiest!" "Ballerinas are very pretty," Derek agreed. "But you'll be pretty no matter what you wear." "But I wanna wear my tutu." "I know you do. But you can't." "But I wanna." "Hannah, it's your Halloween costume from last year. You know you can't wear it places." "But Uncle Monkey said I was gonna be the pwettiest girl there," Hannah crossed her arms. "And I gotta wear my tutu, Daddy. And my tiara. I'm a princess." "You are. And uncle Monkey is right, you are going to be the prettiest girl there. The prettiest girl doesn't need to wear a tutu." "How come?" "Because...tutus aren't for school," Derek sighed. "How come?" "They...aren't," Derek shrugged, smiling slightly. "Everyone else will be wearing pretty shirts and jeans." "But Uncle Monkey said I'm specialer than everyone else." "You are specialer than everyone else." "So I gotta wear a tutu and tiara." "No you don't. You can wear jeans a shirt and still look pretty special." "But, Daddy..." Hannah groaned. "Don't but Daddy me," Derek laughed. "I bought you those nice new jeans with pink buttons, don't you want to wear those?" "Nope. I wanna wear my tutu." "But you love your new jeans." "I do, Daddy," Hannah nodded. "I love my tutu too." "I know you do," Derek nodded. "You can wear your tutu when you get home. We're going to Grandma's for supper. You can wear it to grandma's." "Can I wear my jeans and my tutu?" "You can't wear your jeans your tutu," Derek shook his head. "How about you wear your jeans and your pretty ballerina shirt?" "And my tiara." "No tiara." "Yes tiara." "No tiara," Derek sighed. "It could get hurt at school." "It won't," Hannah shook her head. "I'll be real careful, Daddy. Promise." "You still can't wear it," Derek shook his head. "Daddy," she whined. "Uncle Monkey would let me." "Uncle Monkey is crazy and he's not your daddy." "Please, Daddy. Please. Please." "You're adorable but the answer is still no," Derek sighed. "How about you wear that really pretty hair clip Aunt Kathleen got you? It's sparkly like a tiara." "But then no one will know I'm special." "They will know." "How?" "How does everyone at Grandma's house know you're special?" "Cause I'm Hannah Banana," Hannah said proudly. "And I'm the smallest." "You won't be the smallest in your class," he grinned. "But you'll still be Hannah Banana." "What if they don't like me, Daddy?" "That's impossible." "I guess," she sighed, chewing on her bottom lip. "What are you thinking?" "I need my tiara." "No you don't," Derek shook his head. "Only non special little girls need a tiara to look special." "Really?" "Really," Derek nodded. "Okay," she sighed. "But if they don't like me it's your fault, Daddy." "Duly noted." "What's that, Daddy?" "It means I'll remember it." "Okay," she sighed. "Be right back, Daddy." She turned and ran upstairs, her hand holding her tiara in place. Derek sighed and turned back to the fridge, getting the orange juice out. He should have known that Hannah was going to do something ever so slightly crazy this morning. He had no idea where she got it from but all he could assume was that it had something to do with Mark. Mark had probably told her that wearing a tiara to school was a great idea. It was her first day at school. Her first day of going to school, of not being near him all day. He had gotten used to going to go visit her in the hospital nursery for the past five years, gotten used to her always being around. And now it was her first day of school. She was ecstatic, entirely excited. She had barely slept the night before. Of course, he hadn't slept much either. He was nervous. His mom and his sisters had warned him that he'd be less than thrilled at the idea of sending his tiny daughter off into the big bad schooling world and he had scoffed. He'd be fine. School was good and fun and she would love it and there was no reason to be nervous. Except for he definitely did feel nervous and he wasn't loving the idea of her growing up so quickly. She was his little girl. And while he knew it was bound to happen, he didn't like the idea of her growing up and not being his little girl anymore. This seemed like the first big step away from her being entirely dependent on him. He knew he was being ridiculous, and he knew that he should be entirely excited for her, but he just couldn't help but wonder if she was even ready for this. She was smart, entirely too smart for her own good half the time. And growing up in an entirely too big family had made her pretty social. It was hard to be shy when you had to compete with twenty some other people for attention. But school was big. School was entirely huge and it was hard for anyone. First days were hard. She didn't even seem nervous but she didn't know. He knew people would love her. From the second she had been born, people had fallen in love with her. Everyone at the hospital adored her. They had spoiled her from the second he had brought her in after two months paternity leave. And she was the most popular kid at daycare, even if she did hate it. So people would love her, and she would be fine. He just needed to relax. The pancakes were ready for whenever she made it back downstairs. He assumed she was currently looking at her tiny school bag and trying to figure out how to put the tutu inside it so that if she got to school and didn't feel special enough she could throw it on. That would be a Hannah thing to do. Because Hannah had grown up the center of attention, and she expected to be treated as such. He supposed that was partly his fault. She had been the center of his life since the second she had been born. Since the second she had been placed in his arms, nothing else had mattered. He spoiled her with attention, and the family spoiled her too. She was the baby, and everyone adored her. So for her to go somewhere no one knew she was a princess...he understood why she thought she needed a tiara. But she'd be fine. She was Hannah Banana. People liked making her the center of attention because somehow she had managed to be the center of attention without being a brat about it. He figured he had raised her right, at least so far and people would love her. She'd probably come home with tons of stories about new friends and new adventures and everything else. "Is it time now, Daddy?" Hannah asked as she came back in, dressed in her new jeans and her pink ballerina shirt, the sparkly hair clip in her hands. "Not quite yet," Derek grinned. "You have to eat your pancakes and I have to do your hair." "And then it will be time?" "Then it will be time," Derek nodded. "So eat." "Okay, Daddy," she nodded, stabbing her fork into her pancakes, eating them quickly. "Daddy, hair clippy." "Doing so," he laughed, walking up behind her. "Make it real pwetty." "I will," he promised, brushing his fingers through her curls. "You look really pretty." "I know, Daddy," she giggled. "Of course you do," he laughed. "Daddy, tell me 'gain. What's kinergarden?" "It's school, hun. It's kind of like day care, you'll do all the same things but there will be different kids to play with. And it's in a big building with a bunch of other kids that are older than you." "Like my cousins?" "Like your cousins," Derek nodded. "Some of them will actually be there." "In kinergarden?" "Nope, they're in bigger grades." "Oh," she nodded, reaching forward for her orange juice. "What if I don't like it, Daddy? Can I find you?" "You can't find me," he shook his head. "I'll be at home...and usually I'll be at work. We won't be in the same building anymore." "But what if something real big happens?" "Your teacher will have my phone number, Uncle Monkey's phone number and Grandma's phone number." "I don't know, Daddy," she sighed. "Are you gonna pick me up every day?" "I'm going to try," he nodded. "When I can't it will be Uncle Monkey or Grandma." "Okay," she sighed. "Someone will always be there to pick you up," Derek promised. "I know," she nodded. "But what about Lynn? And you and Tyler and Debbie and Uncle Monkey and Dr. Miranda?" "You can still come visit everyone," Derek smiled. "Will you miss me, Daddy?" "Like crazy. Will you miss me?" "Lots and lots and lots." "Good," Derek smiled, kissing her cheek quickly. "You're hair is done." "Is it real pwetty?' "It's very pretty." "Good," she smiled, putting her fork down. "All done." "Good," he nodded. "Which means it's time." "Time to go?" she stood up quickly on the chair, almost falling over. "Time to go," he laughed, grabbing her quickly. "And be careful." "I am," she nodded, grabbing her lunchbox off the table while Derek grabbed her back pack. "Let's go, Daddy!" "Let's go," Derek nodded. He grinned as he carried her out to the car, buckling her in quickly as she talked quickly, her excitement from earlier returning. "And then I'm gonna color and play play doh and make lots and lots of and lots of friends and Uncle Monkey said there'd be snack time and naptime but I don't have to take a nap cause cool people don't take naps, Uncle Monkey said." "You know you're not supposed to listen to him," Derek laughed. "Cool people listen to the teacher. And if the teacher says you take a nap, you take one." "But I don't like naps, Daddy." "I know you don't," he nodded. "If you don't want to sleep you don't have to. But at least lay down and act like you're sleeping." "But that's lying, Daddy. Lying's bad." "It's not lying," Derek shook his head. "Your teacher won't care if you sleep or not...that just you lay down and stay quiet." "Oh okay," Hannah sighed. "Uncle Monkey said there's lots of play time and story time and everything. But you gotta pick me up, Daddy. And then Uncle Monkey said he'd go for ice cream and everything. Cause it's my first day and that means I'm a real big girl!" "It does," Derek smiled. "I have today off work so I will definitely pick you up and then we can go get Uncle Monkey and all go out for ice cream. And maybe pizza." "Really?" "Really," Derek grinned. "Cheese pizza?" "Any kind of pizza you want." "Kay, Daddy," she nodded excitedly as they pulled up to the school. "It's big." "It is big," he nodded. "Are you okay?" "It's real big," she frowned, pushing her face up against the window. "I know," he whispered. "But it will be okay. I'm going to walk you to class." "What if I gotta go potty and I get lost?" "The teacher will take you, don't worry." "Okay," Hannah whispered. "But it's real big, Daddy. And there's lots and lots of people." "There are. But your class will be tiny." "What if it's not?" "It will be," he nodded. "You know when the entire family gets together? All the cousins and the aunts and uncles, everyone at Grandma's?" "Yeah." "It will be that many people. But everyone but the teacher will be your age." "That's good," she nodded as he moved around to unbuckle her and help her out of the car. "I'll make friends right, Daddy?" "You will definitely make friends. Lots of friends." "Lots and lots and lots," she grasped his hand tightly as they walked into the school, her tiny backpack making her look impossibly small. "You will," he whispered, squeezing her hand tightly. "You'll have fun and you'll be fine." "What if I don't?" "There is no don't." "Okay," she sighed, squeezing his hand again as they came closer to her classroom. "I wanna go home, Daddy." "You can't honey," Derek sighed. "Then I wanna go to the hopital." "You can't go there either," Derek shook his head, moving to crouch in front of his daughter. "You have to go to school." "But it's big," she murmured, throwing her arms around his neck. "I know it is," he breathed, hugging her tightly, fighting back the urge to cry and carry her out of here. "But it's okay." "I don't like it," she pouted. "I want Nana. Or fishing." "You will like it," he nodded. "It will be okay." "You will like it," he nodded. "It will be okay." "She is," Derek answered for his daughter, who was suddenly burrying her face in the crook of his neck. "It's okay," Mrs. Pruitt crouched down, smiling at Hannah. "My name is Rebecca. What's yours?" "I'm Hannah Shepherd," Hannah said quietly. "Hello, Hannah Shepherd," Mrs. Pruitt grinned. "I like your hair clip. It's very pretty." "Thank you," Hannah whispered. "Daddy wouldn't let me wear my tiara." "Silly Daddy," Mrs. Pruitt smiled at Derek. "Do you like to color, Hannah?' "Yes," Hannah nodded. "Well, we have a table over there," Mrs. Pruitt pointed to where a few kids were coloring. "And you can color any picture you want for Daddy." "Hannah, you should go color," Derek nodded. Hannah pulled back slowly, looking into the classroom where the kids were coloring and then grinned. "Look, Daddy, a dollhouse!" "There is," Derek smiled. "See Hannah Banana, you'll have fun." "Bye, Daddy!" she grinned, kissing his cheek quickly before running to the dollhouse. "Bye Hannah, love you too," Derek sighed, shaking his head. "She'll be okay, Mr. Shepherd," Mrs. Pruitt smiled. "She seems very happy." "Dr. Shepherd," Derek corrected. "And she's a happy kid. She's used to playing with a lot of others." "It looks like she may have already made a friend," the teacher nodded towards where Hannah was talking animatedly to another girl playing with the dollhouse. "Good," Derek smiled. "I don't have to worry as much." "Of course you don't," Mrs. Pruitt nodded. "And we'll see you later, Dr. Shepherd." "I'll be here to pick her up," Derek nodded. "Nice meeting you." "Nice meeting you as well," she smiled. "And if you'll excuse me, I have a fight over a toy truck to settle." She ran off towards the corner of the room, leaving Derek to watch his daughter. She looked happy, she looked like Hannah, all the nerves of minutes before completely gone. He just wished his would go away. She was fine, she had made a friend in the span of five seconds, she'd be happy and would probably babble on for hours about how great her day had been and all of her new friends. She would love school. She would have a great day. He ran his hands through his hair as he leaned against the door. She was his little girl. And she was happy and entirely excited again about going to school. He wanted to leave, he wanted to let her be happy entirely by herself. He just couldn't ignore the ache in his heart that once he walked out of this room, he'd spend the day entirely alone, without his amazing daughter. Like the wind, the years go by. Disclaimer: Alicia and Katie are giving the people who actually own Grey's Anatomy a good yelling at on the blog because as much as we're holding onto hope...we are a teeny bit scared. So yes, yelling. If we owned the show...we wouldn't be. She had been happy. He had gotten to the school to get her and he was quite certain that between the time she had seen him and the second she gone to bed she hadn't stopped to actually breathe at any point. She just kept talking and talking and talking about her day, about everyone in her class, about her teacher, about all the cool toys they had. It was like a surgery high or something. He was actually amazed she had managed to fall asleep at any point, or stay asleep for that matter. He wasn't entirely sure about the staying asleep part, as she had been in his room at five-thirty, asking him if it was time to get up and go to school yet. Hannah loved school. She entirely loved it. He was glad she loved it, extremely glad, but there were still tears pricking the corner of his eyes. He missed her. He'd never admit it outloud but he missed her. Not having her to go visit the day before had been hell. He had felt lost without having his daughter. And he had hated not knowing how she was. It was nice being able to head down to the nursery and say hi, see how she was. Yesterday his head had been full of questions about her instead of questions about his surgery. His mom swore it was normal. His sisters promised him it would go away at some point, that he'd be thankful she was in school, and he would dread the holidays. But he couldn't stop worrying about her. When she was at the hospital, he had a basic idea of where she was and what she was doing. And if he worried, he could check on her. Now though, he was almost expecting a call on his cell informing him she had snuck out of class or something. It had been a hell of a day to get through and he wasn't sure today was going to get any easier, or if it ever was going to get better. It had been a long day. Even worse, it had been a long day with O'Malley as his intern. O'Malley wasn't distracting and he wasn't all that fun to work with. It had been long, really long and tedious and he would have killed for a distraction. Of course, he had been getting the strangest feeling he was being stalked. Watched, at first, but definitely stalked now. Not that he minded being stalked by the petite blonde who was trying to hide behind a chart as she watched him, biting her lower lip. She had been following him all day. Well, not all day. He had been in surgery, and she had run labs. But when they were both free, she was following him. "I'm heading to an on call room for a nap before my next surgery," he murmured, walking up close to her. "You can follow me there if you want." "You're an idiot," she rolled her eyes. "And I'm not...you weren't here yesterday." "I wasn't here yesterday," he smirked. "Miss me?" "I...no," she shook her head quickly. "But you weren't here and I...and now you look...definitely didn't miss you." "Now I look what?" he asked, moving on to walk, knowing that she would follow. "Not...Dereky," she said, moving to walk next to him. "I don't look Dereky?" "No...yeah...you just look," she bit her lip, "sad or worried or something. And you were missing so I figured...I thought something bad..." "You were worried," he said slowly, smiling softly at her. "I...maybe." "Hmmm..." he nodded. "Nothing to worry about. Just...stuff but not bad stuff." "Not bad stuff is good." "It is," he smiled. "You look very Meredithy." "Meredithy?" "Meredithy," he nodded. "Cute and avoiding." "I'm not avoiding anything," Meredith shook her head quickly. "You've been following me all day," he pointed out. "And you won't admit you missed me." "Okay, a, you've been following me for weeks, b, I haven't been following you and c, I didn't miss you. I was concerned. About a colleague." "Really? Because Mark wasn't here a couple of days ago and I didn't hear you concerned." "I figured he was screwing a nurse. And he didn't look all worry and sad and checking his phone every two minutes. Not that that's new or anything. You're always on your phone, probably playing Tetris but trying to look all busy and hot and...anyway...I was concerned. About a colleague." "I look hot when I play on my phone?" She stared at him for a second, shaking her head slowly. "Not the point." "I think it might be," he grinned. "If I had known you liked it I would have done it more often." "I don't think you could do it anymore." "Do you pay that much attention to what I do?" "No," she shook her head quickly. "Definitely not. I just...you...phone all the time. Everyone notices it. They probably think you have a secret lover or something that you're always talking to. Which is just...anyway, phone all the time. Not that I notice. Other people notice. I don't." "Do you think I have a secret lover? Are you jealous?" "Why would I be jealous?" "Because you want to my secret lover." "You're an ass. And my boss. So no...I don't want you to be my secret lover." "Of course not," he smirked. "I don't," she said firmly. "No secret lovers. Well, we can't be secret lovers. I can have a secret lover and you can have a secret lover, just we can't be secret lovers. With each other." "No, I don't think you should have a secret lover," he shook his head. "Why not?" "I'd be jealous," he shrugged. "And I'd have to hurt him." "I thought you didn't get jealous," she smirked. "Maybe I do when it comes to you." "You love being cheesy don't you?" "You love it too," he smiled. "I really don't. It's sad. And pathetic." "Which explains why you're still following me." "I'm not following you. I'm walking down a hallway." "Oh okay," he nodded. "Where are you going?" "Um...I don't..." she bit her lip, frowning for a second. "Patient." "What patient?" "Just...a patient. With health problems." "What kind of health problems?" "Um....bad ones." "Vague," he nodded. "But true." "Who are you with today?" "Oh, um...I was with Montgomery," she nodded as he opened a door to an on call room and she walked in. "I'll have to ask her about the vaguely ill patient," Derek smiled. "Fine. There's not patient. I'm running labs. Happy?" "In an on call room?" he smirked. "I could leave." "Don't," he shook his head. "I probably should," she sighed "Definitely don't," he shook his head. "I did miss you yesterday." "You missed me?" "I did," he grinned. "Oh," she sighed. "I...I was with Sloan. He was...off and weird and...I missed you too." "Mark was off?" "Yeah," she nodded, leaning against the desk. "He was...I don't know. He just seemed off and sad or something." "Don't worry about him either," Derek shook his head. "I wasn't," she shrugged. "He hit on me. Again." "I told you I can make him stop." "It's fine. I can handle him." "I'm sure you can." "He's just a cocky arrogant ass. I can handle cocky arrogant asses." "You can," he nodded. "Yeah," she sighed, smiling slightly at him. "And you missed me," he breathed. "I missed you," she blushed, looking down a the floor. "Good," he smiled. "That's...really good." "Yeah," she murmured. "I'm glad you did," he grinned. "Makes me think you do like the flirting." "I never said I liked the flirting." "You don't have to." "Good, because I don't," she smiled coyly. "Which explains why you missed me." "Maybe I missed the surgeries." "You were with Sloan yesterday. Even if I had been here you wouldn't have had the surgeries." "Or maybe Bailey would have assigned me to you." "She might have," he nodded, taking a step toward her. "But you had no idea if she would." "So I missed...the surgeries," she breathed as he moved closer to her. "The surgeries," he nodded. "Not me?" "Definitely not you," she whispered, moving forward slightly. "I definitely missed you," he murmured. "So you said." "Well it's true," he whispered. "I miss your annoyance." "I'm annoying?" "No," he laughed breathlessly. "I missed how you are when you're annoyed...because I'm annoying." "You are annoying," she giggled, her hand moving to his curls. "I know," he smiled softly, lowering his head slightly, letting a hand travel to rest on her back. "Very annoying," she breathed, her lips brushing gently across his. "Glad I know I annoy you," he nodded, pulling her clothes and gently kissing her. "Completely," she breathed, her hands tugging at his curls as he pushed her against the desk slightly. "Hmmm...." he groaned, deepening the kiss as he pushed her a little bit harder into the desk. "Derek," she gasped, her hands moving down to the hem of his scrub top. "Mer..." he murmured, letting her pull his shirt over him, before reaching over to drag her shirt off. She pulled back as he pulled her shirt off and then quickly untied his scrub pants, pushing them over his hips as she kissed him hard. He groaned into her mouth as she wrapped her hand over his erection, his hands moving down to her own scrub pants as he pushed her harder into the desk. "Der," she moaned loudly. "Oh...hell....Mer...." he groaned, rocking his hips into her hands as he moved to tug at her scrub pants, cursing under his breath as the knot got stuck. He tried again and managed it through shakey hands. "Door...the door," she gasped as he leaned down to bite at her neck, sucking at the skin. "Derek...door..." "Door?" he asked and then nodded, and quickly pulled away, locking the door before going back to her and pulling her hard against him. "Oh Mer." "I...take me for a ride, Derek," she murmured in his ear, giggling slightly. "Cheesy...I know but...god..." "I love cheesy," he laughed breathlessly, his hands moving to her ass to pull her close. "I know," she nodded, kissing him hard just as he lifted her up and over his erection, thrusting into her before pulling out again. "Der," she moaned, biting down on his lip. "Oh fuck," he gasped, thrusting into her again. "Good...you're....oh god." "Oh god," she gasped, her fingernails digging into his skin as he rocked into her, the desk moving slightly against the wall. "Derek...god!" "Mer...hell...oh Meredith," he groaned, his head falling onto her shoulder. "Mer..." She held onto his back tightly as he thrusted harder and faster into her, both of them gasping for breath as their bodies began to shake. "Derek...oh...shit," she whispered. "Mer....Mer....oh....Mer," he murmured, squeezing his eyes shut. "Fuck, Derek," she gasped as her body trembled around him, her head falling back as she let out the smallest of screams. "Mer..." he grunted, his own body shuddering in release as he spilled into her. "Oh god," she panted. "Oh god." "Mer...that....oh," he breathed, pressing his forehead into hers. "Oh god," she repeated over and over, her chest heaving against his. "Wow," he murmured, holding her close to him. "Just...wow." "Definitely...we...god." "That was...just...wow," he whispered. "Wow." "We just...you just...I just..." Meredith stammered, her body still shaking. "Did we..." "Yes, that was sex, Mer," Derek nodded, laughing breathlessly. "Mind blowing sex." "You're...god." "Thanks," he laughed. "And we just...in an on call room." "In an on call room," he nodded. "I've never...I don't have sex in on call rooms." "I haven't...obviously," she sighed. "But that was...we just...do you think anyone heard us?" "I hope not," he grimaced slightly. "We just..." she shook her head quickly. "I just screwed my boss in an on call room." "Don't freak out," he sighed. "Please...please don't freak out. That was...please don't freak out." "I just...if anyone finds out...no one can find out." "I won't tell anyone," he shook his head quickly. "Just...don't freak out." "I'm not freaking out," she shook her head. "I'm not. We had sex. It was...great sex. Really, really great sex. But it can't...I mean we probably shouldn't...again." "Seriously?" he frowned. "Seriously," she sighed. "We...I mean, it was great. Amazing. Really great. And...we can't...again. At the hospital. If you wanted...I mean, at my house. Or your place. But not in on call rooms. Again." "Oh," he smiled. "So you want to...again?" "Only if...do you?" "Definitely," he nodded quickly. "But we're not dating," she said quickly. "We're not?" he frowned. "No," she said firmly. "We're definitely not dating. Not dating. No. We're...sex only." "But...why?" "Because...we're not." "Okay...why?" "You seriously have to be one of those guys?" she groaned. "No," he shook his head. "Just...I could use a reason because I want more." "I know you do," she sighed, reaching for her shirt. "I know but...I don't...I don't date. Or whatever. And you're my boss." "You could date." "I don't date." "But you could date. Me." "We're not dating. Sex only." "Sex only." "Sex only," she confirmed. "I don't actually do sex only." "Oh," she bit her lip. "Mer..." he sighed. "I...there's....fine." "What?" she asked, pulling her scrub pants back up. "Sex only," he nodded. "But you don't..." "Yeah, I don't. But...you, yeah," he nodded. "I...I want to be with you. And until you can figure out that you want to be with me, your boss, too...I can do sex only." "Okay," she sighed. "Okay."


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