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oncetherewasaway	Dec 27 2007, 12:11 PM
McEditor Posts: 1,625 Group: .Grey Girls. Member #23 Joined: October 25, 2006	Disclaimer: The pictures of Paddy are still too hot for us to think of any good disclaimer. So let's just say...if we owned the show that would be our beds Paddy is all stretched out half naked on. Derek flipped through the paperwork on his desk, rubbing his forehead as he signed yet another piece of paper. He had been at this all afternoon, sorting through the massive amounts of paperwork that seemed to multiply everytime he sat down. Of course, it was only made worse by Dr. Stevens’ constant questions and pages about their VIP pages. He really needed to figure out why Bailey kept assigning the blonde to him. She was probably trying to drive him nuts by sending him the most annoying intern day in and day out. Not that Stevens wasn't nice, or sweet or possibly a good doctor. She was just too perky and eager to learn. Getting her every now and then would be fun but every day made him want to take a bullet to his head, or even better hers. Or maybe not head...then he'd just have to operate on her. He already missed Meredith. And not because of the obvious, but purely for her professional skills. She was an ace at neuro, she got it and she was amazing at it. And she wasn’t unbearably perky. So he missed her, really missed her. Everytime he thought about requesting her, he found out she was on cardio or gyno. And it was driving him nuts. He had to talk to Bailey. Meredith would be less than pleased with him for dragging her back to him but this just wasn't fair to either of them. It was driving him nuts going days without really seeing her, without talking to her. When he did see her it was accompanied by an ache in his chest that made him think that maybe it was time to start really chasing her again. “Daddy?” Hannah asked from where she sat in front of a small table, crayons surrounding her. "Yeah?" “We’re gonna eat turkey at Nana’s for Tanksgivin’ right?” "Yep," Derek nodded. “Where does the turkey come from?” "It comes from the store." “How does it get to the store?” "The farmer," Derek shrugged. “Are you real sure, Daddy?” she asked as she traced her left hand. "Yeah, Han," Derek nodded. "Why?” “Cause Kevin at school said him and his daddy go kill turkey for dinner.” "Oh," Derek sighed, smiling slightly at his daughter. "Some families do that, they go and kill a turkey. But Grandma buys it at a store who got it from a farmer." “Does the farmer kill the turkey or does he grow it?” "He...kills it." “He does?” Hannah looked from her coloring, her lower lip quivering. "Oh honey, it's okay," Derek sighed. "It's not...the turkeys aren't...they're not pets or wild animals...they're raised to be...killed." “But, Daddy,” she stood up and ran over to him, a piece of paper in her hand, “today we learneded how to draw turkeys with our hand and they make funny noises, like gobble gobble and they’re...killing’s bad, Daddy!” "Killing is bad. But we have to kill some things so we can eat and live. It's how the world works." “But they’re like my hand,” she shoved the picture of her hand turned turkey into his face. "That's a beautiful turkey," Derek nodded. "But...it's...turkeys are raised to be eaten." “I don’t wanna eat turkey no more.” "But you love turkey." “Not no more.” "But if you don't eat Uncle Monkey will," Derek pointed out.' “Uncle Monkey can’t have no more turkey. And you can’t have turkey no more too, Daddy.” "But I like turkey." “They kill turkey, Daddy.” "I know," Derek nodded. "But...they kill a lot of things so we can eat them. It's just...it's how things work." “No more turkey,” Hannah said firmly, looking down at her picture. “You’ll be the meanest daddy ever if you eat turkey.” "I'll..what?" “Be the meanest daddy ever.” "But I've been eating turkey my whole life." “No more turkey, Daddy.” "Hannah, I'm not going to stop eating turkey," Derek sighed. “Then you’ll be the meanest daddy ever.” "Hannah Rose Shepherd...people eat turkey. And they cow and pig and chicken. It's what we do. Just like lions eat zebras and bears eat fish." “I eat pigs?” Hannah frowned. “Like Piglet?” "Not like Piglet," Derek shook his head quickly. “But Piglet’s a pig.” "Yes...but he's...he's a stuffed pig that comes to life." “But he’s a pig, Daddy.” "Yes...but...Hannah, if you stop eating meat you have to give up a lot of your favourite foods." “What if Piglet comes alive and someone kills him cause they think he’s a real pig but he’s not a real pig, Daddy and then we ate Piglet?” she asked, ignoring him. "No one would kill Piglet." “What if they killed him on ccident?” "They won't." “But what if they did?” "It's not going to," Derek shook his head. “But what if they did?” Hannah repeated and then stopped when saw Bailey walking by Derek’s office. “Dr. Miranda! Dr. Miranda!” "Hannah!" Bailey greeted. “Dr. Miranda, you gotta tell my daddy he can’t eat no more turkey cause if he eats turkey he’ll be the meanest daddy in the world and if he eats pig and he eats Piglet he’ll be the meanest daddy in the whole u-verse!” "Now why would your daddy not eat turkey?" “Cause they kill ‘em, Dr. Miranda,” Hannah nodded. “They kill ‘em and that’s real bad cause they’re like my hand, see!” She held up her picture. “And cause they make funny noises like gobble gobble and I like turkeys but they kill ‘em. Daddy said. So he can’t eat no more turkey.” "The turkeys are made to be killed," Bailey shrugged. “But I like turkeys. And they’re like my hand!” "Some turkeys are like your hand. But those aren't the turkeys people kill." “They’re not?” "Nope. They're not cute and they're not friendly." “Are they real mean, Dr. Miranda?” "Very mean. If you're not careful they'll bite you. Not hard, you won't need a doctor but it would hurt." “Biting’s not nice.” "No it definitely isn't," Bailey shook her head. "But you don't have to worry, those are the turkeys you eat. Not the nice cute ones." “Ohhhh,” Hannah nodded. “What about Piglet, Dr. Miranda?” "You're definitely not going to be eating Piglet," Bailey smiled. "The pigs they use for food are big and stinky." “Piglet’s not big and stinky,” Hannah smiled slightly. "Exactly," Bailey nodded. “Okay,” Hannah nodded slowly. “You can eat turkey, Daddy. But you gotta make sure it’s not cute turkey. You gotta make sure Nana gets the mean turkeys.” "I'll make sure," Derek smiled. “Good,” she said firmly. “Dr. Miranda, I’m gonna draw you a cute turkey.” "Thank you, Hannah," Bailey grinned. Hannah turned back to her table, putting her left hand down on paper and pulling out an orange crayon. “Thanks for that,” Derek sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I thought I was going to have a five year old vegetarian on my hands.” "No problem," Bailey laughed softly. "You would have figured it out." “Not sure I would have,” Derek shook his head slightly, smiling at Hannah. “And I’m glad you’re here. I wanted to ask you a favor.” "A favour?" Bailey frowned. “Yes, about one of your interns.” "Grey?" “Well, yes,” Derek nodded. "And what is it exactly that you want?" “She shows a real promise in neuro,” Derek nodded. “She enjoys it, she’s good at it. I feel she’s wasting her time with cardio and plastics and ob/gyn.” "Oh you do?" “I do. Sloan doesn’t let her scrub in, she doesn’t enjoy cardio, and I’m sure she isn’t even thinking about obstetrics and gynecology. I think it would be best for her career if she were to spend some time with me in neuro.” "Her career? You're concerned for her career?" “Of course I am,” Derek nodded firmly. “I’m her boss and her teacher.” "And that's everything?" “Of course.” "Why do I not believe you?" “I have no idea. But do I need to remind you that technically, I’m your boss?” "I'm not afraid of you." “And I was your resident your intern year,” he grinned. "You were," Bailey nodded. "It's a wonder I managed to learn anything.' “I was an excellent teacher,” Derek frowned. "I spent more time holding Hannah than I spent holding a scalpel." “And I’m forever thankful for that,” Derek nodded. "And now you're sucking up." “Miranda,” Derek sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “the other interns...O’Malley doesn’t have the confidence for neuro, Stevens is too damn perky, Karev has an attitude problem, and Yang...Yang has more interest in cardio than anything else. And she doesn’t hesitate to tell me that. I work well with Grey, and I feel I could teach her a lot.” "I'd be happy to give her to you if you hadn't been so concerned about...stuff earlier." “That’s...over,” Derek said, wincing slightly at the words. "It's over?" “Grey wants nothing to do with me,” Derek nodded. “Except for in a professional capacity.” "What happened?" “Nothing,” Derek shook his head, shooting a glance towards Hannah. “She’s an intern, and I’m an attending.” "Was it because of...you know?" Bailey asked gently. “A part of it, yes,” Derek sighed. "I'm sorry, Derek," Bailey sighed. “She...um, she wasn’t sure,” Derek murmured. “It was something she wasn’t sure she was ready for.” "It's something big," Bailey nodded. "But she's the one missing out." “Hmmm,” Derek sighed and then looked up at her. “Can I have her on my service?” "She does like neuro the most," Bailey sighed. “She does. She’d get the best experience if she were on my service.” "Fine," Bailey nodded. "On one condition." “What?” Derek grinned. "You don't use this to try anything stupid. She's your intern. That's it." “What would I possibly do with her?” "You know exactly what I'm talking about," Bailey warned, looking at Hannah quickly. “I’ll be on my best behavior,” he couldn’t help but smirk. “Scout’s honor.” "Were you ever even a scout?" “I was,” Derek laughed. “Until Mark and I got kicked out of camp.” "Should have known." “For the record, it was Mark’s fault. And his idea to sneak over to the girl scout camp.” "That actually makes sense." “I was an entirely innocent observer.” "You're lucky your daughter is in the room." “You say that a lot,” Derek chuckled. "I wouldn't have to if you would stop being an idiot." “Hey, my daughter’s in the room,” Derek frowned. "She'll figure that part out soon enough." “Dr. Miranda,” Hannah jumped up, “this is Ted the Turkey.” She held up a piece of paper. "Oh wow," Bailey smiled. "Ted looks very nice." “He is,” Hannah nodded. “He won’t bite you.” "Good," Bailey grinned. “So don’t let no one eat him,” Hannah sighed. “And you gotta hang him up like Daddy hangs up my pictures at home.” "I will. I'll put him on my fridge the second I get home," Bailey nodded. “Good,” Hannah grinned. “Daddy, do you wanna turkey?” "Sure, Hannah Banana," Derek smiled. “What do you wanna name him?” "You can name him whatever you want." “Do you think Mereith wants a turkey?” she asked as she sat down again at her table. "You can make her one," Derek nodded. “It’ll be a surprise!” Hannah grinned as she traced her hand again. "Okay," Derek smiled. “Don’t tell her, Dr. Miranda,” Hannah grinned. "I won't breathe a word," Bailey grinned. "And Shepherd, it's on you to explain the little arrangement." “I will,” Derek sighed. “I get her tomorrow?” "She's all yours," Bailey nodded. “Thank you,” Derek nodded as her pager went off. “I’ll talk to her in the morning about it.” "Good," Bailey nodded. "And I have to go. See you later, Hannah." “Bye, Dr. Miranda.” "Bye Shepherd," Bailey sighed. "And if you mess with her, you'll be hearing from me." “I had a feeling,” Derek nodded as he picked up his pen. "Good," Bailey nodded, walking out of the room. “Is it time to go home yet, Daddy?” Hannah asked, her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth as she colored. "Yep, just finishing my paperwork up," Derek nodded, signing the bottom of one page. "Tired?" “Nope,” she shook her head. “Hungry.” "What do you want for supper?" “Hmm...bsghetti.” "With meat balls?" “What’s meatballs?” she asked. “Is it pig?” "It's cow." “Mean cow or good cow?” "Very mean cow." “Okay,” she nodded. “With meat balls.” "Good," he smiled, getting up from his desk and throwing some books in his bag. “And bread too,” she said as she gathered her own backpack. “And chocolate milk.” "Sounds good," Derek grinned. “Really, really good,” she grinned. “Come on, Daddy, let’s go.” "Let's go," Derek smiled, reaching out for his daughter's hand. He couldn’t help but grin as he led her to the elevators, as she rambled on and on about pilgrims and turkeys and everything else she was learning about in school as Thanksgiving came closer. He hadn’t expected Bailey to give into his plan, at least not that easily. He had really thought he would have to beg. But she had given in and he was getting Meredith back. Disclaimer: If Mer/Der don’t work out by winter hiatus, we give you guys permission to start a petition for us to write for the show. We’re kidding. Maybe. I mean, we don’t own it now, but we could. Maybe. "Grey, Stevens, come here I have to talk to you," Bailey's voice interupted the interns talking as she stuck her head in the door. “Crap,” Meredith muttered to Izzie. “Did you do anything?” "No," Izzie frowned. "Did you?" “Besides getting Sloan the wrong drink,” Meredith sighed, “no.” "Do I look like I have all day? Lives are waiting, hurry your asses up," Bailey snapped. “Sorry, Dr. Bailey,” Meredith said quickly as she and Izzie walked up to her. "Change of assignments...Grey, you're with Shepherd, Stevens you've got Sloan." “What?” Meredith frowned. “But we’re...Izzie has been on the case and I...why?” "Because I said so," Bailey frowned. “But...why?” Meredith sighed. "Talk to Shepherd," Bailey informed her. “I’d rather be with Sloan, Dr. Bailey,” Meredith tried, the prospect of talking to Derek, Dr. Shepherd, causing her heart to race. "And I'd rather be on some tropical island." “Dr. Bailey, Izzie knows the patient. She’s familiar with the case.” "I'm aware of that, Dr. Grey." “Then...why?” "Because some people are idiots," Bailey groaned. "Go." “Fine,” Meredith sighed. "If it's so fine why are you still standing here?" “Going,” Meredith nodded as she walked off, Izzie next to her. “Sorry, Iz.” "It's okay," Izzie shrugged. “Do you...I mean...did Shepherd tell you he was going to do this?” "He didn't say anything about it," Izzie shook her head. "Though...I don't he likes me that much." “Why not?” Meredith sighed, biting the side of her cheek to keep from laughing. "Just how he looks at me," Izzie sighed. "I mean...he's like super nice, a great guy, amazing doctor but when he looks at me...I get the feeling he really wishes I'd go away." “Probably not, Iz,” Meredith tried to comfort her friend, all the while trying very hard not to laugh. "Yeah well...it will be nice to have an easier day anyway," Izzie shrugged. “Good luck with Sloan,” Meredith nodded. “I’ll see you later.” "See you," Izzie nodded. Meredith sighed as she jogged up the stairs, wondering what the hell was going on. She had been with Sloan the day before, and she was supposed to be with him today. She had never actually seen this happen, never actually had Bailey change assignments in the middle of the shift. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy to be on neuro again, but she had a very weird feeling about it. And Bailey not having a reason even seemed wierder. Bailey never did anything without an explanation and doing something like this out of the blue for no reason at all seemed just wierd. So there had to be something Bailey wasn't telling her, something else was going on and she had no idea what it was but she didn't need to actually be a brain surgeon to know Derek was behind this. She hadn’t talked to him since Hannah had snuck out of daycare to see her. She hadn’t seen him at all. Somehow, she had gotten lucky and not gotten onto his service. Which was good. Really, really good. But now, suddenly, she was being pulled from another service to be on neuro. Derek definitely had something to do with it. Which just pissed her off. He wasn’t supposed to play favorites, ever. "Dr. Grey," his voice suddenly came out of no where. “Dr. Shepherd,” she turned. “I’m apparently with you today.” "You are," he nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Although..before we round there's something I'd like to discuss with you in my office." “First tell me why the hell Dr. Stevens is off the case,” she frowned. “And why I was pulled off of plastics.” "Exactly why we need to to go my office," he sighed. “You did this, didn’t you?” she asked as she followed him to his office. "I did this," he nodded, as he opened the door. "But let me explain." “Let me guess. This is your idea of trying to get back into my pants? Seriously? Seriously. Derek, Dr. Shepherd, I am not...we’re not doing this. We’re done. We agreed. We’re done. I ended it. It’s over.” "Dr. Grey," he said evenly. "Do you really think that this it what this is about?" “Oh,” she bit her lip. He only called her Dr. Grey when they were working, when they were really working. “Um...I mean, if it’s...then...why?” "I think this is good for your career," he sighed, going to lean against his desk. “My career?” Meredith raised an eyebrow. “You’re worried about my career?” "Last time I checked I was your boss," he shrugged. "I'm trying to watch out for you. And this...it could be good for you." “How?” she demanded. “I’m an intern. I’m supposed to try several different specialities.” "Are you really even interested in anything else?" “I don’t...maybe general.” "And you'll still have a chance occasionally." “Occasionally?” she asked. “So...what...I’m on your service until...” "You're on my service," Derek smiled. "There's no actual timeline. You're on my service. You're free to work with others occasionally, and obviously in cases of major emergencies. But you're...my intern." “Your intern? Seriously? Seriously. You can’t...it’s favoritism. It’s complete and total...no. I’m not going to do this. No.” "It's not favourtism," he shook his head. "You love neuro, you're good at neuro. It doesn't make sense for you to waste your time on the other things." “I’m an intern. I like doing other things. I’m supposed to do other things. And what do you think the other interns are going to say? They’re going to say I get this because we fucked all over the hospital.” "Did anyone even ever know about that?" “Cristina,” Meredith sighed. “And...I’m not sure. I think Izzie did. She hinted. But Cristina did. And I don’t want people to think...no. I’m not doing this.” "Meredith...us...don't let us play into this. You want neuro. And this...you'd be working under the best. All the time." “If we hadn’t slept together you wouldn’t even have noticed me. You wouldn’t even be offering this.” "I would be. I've worked with a lot of interns. Out of all of them...you show more promise than anyone else in neuro ever has." “That’s...I...that doesn’t matter,” Meredith shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. I have things to prove. And I’m not going to get anything because of who my mom is or because of who I slept with.” "This isn't because I slept with you," he sighed. "God, Mer...Bailey agreed to this. Do you think she would have done that if she didn't think it was a good decision?" “I don’t know why Bailey agreed to this,” she rolled her eyes. “But that doesn’t mean I want it. It doesn’t mean...did it ever occur to you to ask me? Or did you just hope I’d be completely happy and want to work with the brilliant neurosurgeon?” "If you really don't want this...and not because of us, but just because...than you can work with me today and I'll talk to Bailey again." “Seriously?” she frowned. "Seriously," he nodded. "I think this could be a great opportunity for you. But if you don't want this....you don't have to do it." “Oh,” she sighed, chewing on her lip. “Why didn’t you ask me?” "I don't know," he shrugged. "I thought of it yesterday and I just went with it. Sorry." “And you’re not doing it to sleep with me or chase me or...whatever?” "I'm not," he shook his head. "This is for your career. I can't promise not to talk advantage of the time we'll have together, but that's not what this is about. You're an intern, I'm just trying to give you your best shot." “Take advantage?” "Flirting, Mer," he laughed softly. "No promises of no flirting." “No,” she shook her head firmly, stepping up to him. “If we’re going to do this, there are rules. Big rules. Really big rules that you have to follow. And lines you can’t cross. Lines will be drawn and you can’t cross them and no, I don’t need a marker. So there are rules. And you have to swear to follow the rules or I’ll...I’ll tell Bailey.” "Okay," he nodded. "What are the rules?" “First, no flirting. None. No sexy talk. No...flirting. At all. Second, no asking me out on dates or ice cream things or...anything. No asking me out at all. I’m your interns. Interns don’t go out on dates with attendings. Third, no kissing or sex or anything that involves your body and my body doing anything even vaguely dirty. And you have to treat me just like you treat the other interns.” "Okay," he nodded. “Okay?” she asked, looking up at him. "Okay," he repeated. “Good.” "Good," he smiled. “And if you break any of the rules, I talk to Bailey and this is done,” she said firmly. "Understood." “Okay,” she sighed, nodding. “Then I’m your intern.” "You're my intern," he smiled. “And stop looking at me like that.” "Like what?" “Like...dreamy. No dreaminess. And no leaning.” "Oh no," he shook his head. "We've already set out rules...and that wasn't in them." “Well now there’s new rules.” "No," he shook his head. "I agreed to the rules, you agreed the rules. There's no amendments." “I’m amending. There are amendments. And dreaminess and leaning...that’s like flirting.” "Leaning? You're honestly not going to let me lean?" “No leaning.” "Fine," he groaned. "I don't need to lean." “Good,” she nodded. “And no dreaminess.” "How am I supposed to even control that?" “You know you do it. I know you know you do it because when I complain you get all smirky and Derek-y. And no smirking either. Or being Derek-y.” "I can't be Derek?" “No. You’re Dr. Shepherd. You have to be Dr. Shepherd. And I’m Dr. Grey. Not Meredith. Not Mer. Dr. Grey.” "Okay...but...I tend to call people I work with a lot by their first names." “That’s nice,” Meredith shrugged. “I’m Dr. Grey.” "Fine," he groaned. “Fine,” she sighed. "So we're good?" “We’re good,” she nodded. “For now.” "Okay," he nodded and then smiled. "I have something for you." “Okay, gifts? Gifts are against the rules too.” "It's not from me," he laughed, grabbing a paper out of his briefcase and handing it to her. Meredith looked down at the paper, a smile she couldn’t stop spreading across her face as she looked down at the hand-turkey drawing, along with the words To Meredith, obviously written in Derek’s handwriting. “It’s...it’s a turkey.” "It's Tom the Turkey," Derek smiled. “Tom the turkey?” she giggled. "Hannah named him," he laughed gently. “Why a turkey?” she smiled. "She's learning about Thanksgiving in school. I nearly had a vegetarian daughter on my hands." “Seriously? Why?” "She just discovered where turkey meat is from." “And she didn’t want to kill Tom the Turkey?” "Or any other turkey." “How’d you talk her out of it?” "I didn't," Derek sighed. "Bailey convinced her the turkeys we eat are evil." “Evil turkeys?” Meredith gigled. "Apparently they bite." “Nice,” she smiled. “Tell her...tell her thanks. From me.” "I will," Derek grinned. “Okay,” she nodded, folding the picture and putting it in her lab coat. "Oh and you have to hang it up somewhere. She made me promise to tell you that." “Oh, um...I’ll hang it up in my locker or something.” "She'd like that," Derek grinned. “So you can tell her that,” Meredith nodded. "I will." “Good.” "She'll be happy." “Isn’t she always happy?” "You have a point," Derek laughed. “I haven’t seen her upset yet,” Meredith shrugged. “But I mean...I’ve only talked to her like...three times.” "She doesn't get upset very often." “That’s good,” Meredith sighed, rocking back and forth on her heels. “So um...” "Yeah..." he nodded. "Umm...I have a hemispherectomy today." “A hemispherectomy,” Meredith nodded and then grinned. “Hemispherectomy. That’s why Hannah thinks you do hemistomies.” "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's the word she's trying for." “It makes sense now,” Meredith nodded. “Okay, hemishpherectomy.” "Hemispherectomy," he smiled, tilting his head to the side before straightening again. "Sorry." “You did it.” "I said sorry," he frowned. “You still did it.” "I know," he sighed. "Working on stopping." “Good,” she nodded. “So what do you need me to do, Dr. Shepherd?” "I have to check on my post ops from last night, you can help with that," Derek nodded. "And I have a minor craniotomy at ten, so I'll have you run our afternoon patients for last minute tests." “Okay,” Meredith nodded, writing down the instructions in a notebook. “Anything else?” "I think that's it," he sighed. "Well that's within the rules. Was saying that against the rules?" “Yes,” she frowned. “Definitely against the rules. That was...that’s...it’s flirting. And there’s no flirting. Definitely no flirting. Or sexy talk. And that was rule number one.” "Sorry," he nodded, trying to stiffle a laugh. “You’re laughing at me.” "No, I'm not." “You are.” "I'm not." “You are,” she pouted. “Why are you laughing at me?” "You're just...cute," he shrugged. "Which I know is definitely against the rules." “That is...you can’t call me cute,” she said firmly. “That’s against the rules and there are rules for a reason. A really big reason. Because if there weren’t rules then you would be allowed to lean and be dreamy which would then make me want to do really, really dirty things. And that’s bad because we can’t do really dirty things. Definitely no dirty things. That’s rule number three.” "You want to do dirty things?" “No,” Meredith shook her head. “I don’t...not now. Because you’re not leaning. Or being dreamy. Or smirking. Because those things and...that’s why there are rules so I don’t want to do dirty things and so you can’t do things. Because dirty things are...dirty and bad and we can’t do them and I really, really need to shut up now.” "But suggesting I did those things...you'd then want to do dirty things to me?" “I...this is against the rules.” "Rules are made to be broken," he whispered. “Dr. Shepherd!” "They are," he shrugged. "But really...I like when you're bossy." “Are you flirting? Because that sounds like flirting.” "It's...an observation." “A flirtatious observation.” "You're paranoid." “You’re flirting. Which is against rule number one.” "I'm not much of a rule person." “You agreed to the rules.” "Did I?" “Yes. You said okay. And then you said fine.” "Oh..." he nodded slowly. "Sorry." “So you have to be a rules person,” she sighed. “No flirting.” "Fun killer." “What?” "You heard me." “I am not a fun killer,” she rolled her eyes. “And I’m going to do things. Work things. Intern things.” "Okay," he nodded. “And you’re going to go do attending things.” "Okay," he nodded again. “Stop saying okay.” "Sorry." “No you’re not.” "I could be." “Are you?” "Well...no." “That’s what I thought,” she sighed. “So I’m going.” "You go," he nodded. “I’m going,” she shrugged, backing towards the door. "Okay," he grinned, walking toward her. “And you should stay,” she nodded slightly. "I have patients to check on," he shrugged. "With you." “Fine,” she rolled her eyes. "Fine," he nodded. “So...going.” "Going," he nodded, reaching his hand out to her. “What...we can’t hand hold.” "I just...I know," he nodded. “Then...why?” she stared at his hand. "I want to." “You want to...hold my hand? At work?” "I just want to touch you....and that sounded dirtier than it should be." “You can’t touch me. There’s no touching. That’s rule number...it’s a rule. And we’re not touching. No touching at all. So no touching. Dirty or otherwise.” "Sorry," he murmured. “So...that’s another rule. No touching,” she backed into his door. "I told you...we had the rules set and agreed, you don't get to change them." “Actually, I think I can when you already broke the rules.” "So I can break that one too?" he smirked, grabbing her hand. “Derek!” she gasped, her tightening instinctively. “What...there’s no...we said no...I’m your intern. Do you hold Izzie’s hand?” "I can't stand Izzie." “Do you hold Cristina’s hand? Or George’s? Or Alex’s?” "Well no...but Cristina might bite and I'm not gay." “Then you don’t get to hold my hand.” "But I am." “Let go, Derek,” she murmured. "I will," he nodded, pulling her slightly closer. “Derek,” her body tensed. “Let go.” "Fine," he sighed, dropping her hand but not stepping back. “You...Derek,” she whispered, tipping her head up, her eyes slightly closed. "Mer..." he breathed, his hand traveling up and down her arm. “We...you...” she leaned back against the door, shivering slightly at his touch. "Hmmm..." he nodded, dipping his head down low. “Derek,” she murmured as his lips brushed hers. She moaned slightly before reaching up to push his head down, the kiss deepening. "Mer..." he moaned softly against her lips, his hands traveling to her back and pulling her closer. She moaned a little louder, her fingers tugging at the curls at the base of his neck, his hands moving to squeeze her ass. “Der...” "Oh...Mer..." he groaned softly. “Derek,” she murmured and then took her hands down, putting them against his chest, and pushed him away. “No. No. That’s....rules...no...no.” She turned quickly, opening the door and running out, slamming the door behind her. Derek smiled to himself and rubbed his lips. He probably shouldn't have kissed her. The idea of keeping her on his service had been a genius way to keep her around but if he kept kissing her that wasn't going to work at all. But she had kissed him back and until she had freaked out she had definitely been enjoying it. That was good. He could hold onto that. I know that goodbye means nothing at all Disclaimer: Alicia can not think of a good disclaimer as Katie woke her up really early to show her the pictures of Paddy. But we don't own the show. And those pictures...we'll say they're too blame for this update being only appropriate for 18+. “I just...I mean, where does he get off flirting with me one second and then going all, concentrate Dr. Grey on me?” Meredith groaned as she stabbed her fork into her salad. "Where does he even get off thinking he can flirt with me?" "He's a man," Cristina shrugged. "They think they have the right to flirt with anybody." "Well, he's not supposed to flirt," Meredith said firmly. "I said no flirting. Rule number one. No flirting." "Rules are for sissies," Alex laughed. "Real men don't follow stupid rules.' "Real men also aren't evil," Izzie rolled her eyes. "Real men are definitely evil, Barbie," Cristina laughed. "Well except for Alex...he's not a real man and yet still evil." "You should try being a real woman, Yang," Alex shrugged. "Might get you laid." "Oh I get plenty of action," Cristina grinned. "Am I the only one not getting action?" Izzie groaned. "I'm not getting action," Meredith pointed out. "Because I don't want to get action, well not from anyone that wants action with me. Definitely don't want any action with him." "You totally want to do McDreamy," Cristina smirked. "I do not," Meredith frowned. "He's all you talked about for the past week and a half," Izzie pointed out. "What? No. I haven't...no, there's no...I haven't been." "You kind of have, Meredith," George nodded. "I mean, he's your boss so it's okay, I guess." "You actually talked less about him when you were jumping him all over the hospital," Cristina pointed out. "You should go back to that. Slutty Meredith is more fun and quieter." "You have no right to talk about slutty anyone," Meredith said to her friend. "At least Derek doesn't withhold surgeries." "No, he sticks you on his service and makes you follow him everywhere." "Okay, neuro is awesome," Meredith said around her food. "It's really awesome. I get to cut brains in half and fix spinal injuries. Burke won't even let you scrub in right now." "Burke's an ass," Cristina groaned. "At least you guys don't have Sloan," Izzie sighed. "He spends half the day staring at my breasts and asking if I want a taste of his pickle. I'm pretty sure it's sexual harassment." "Apparently Derek can make him stop doing that," Meredith sighed. "Don't worry, I've got him to stop for now," Izzie shrugged. "And why do you call Derek by his first name? I thought it was Dr. Shepherd." "Oh umm...I mean Dr. Shepherd," Meredith said quickly. "You've totally said Derek this entire time," Cristina smirked. "I did not." "You have, Mer," Izzie nodded. "Crap," Meredith murmured. "Why don't you just do him?" Alex shrugged. "He's my boss...and it's...he doesn't...I can't just do him," Meredith rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Alex, she can't just do him," Izzie groaned. "It's not all about sex." "It should be all about sex," Cristina groaned. "It can't be," Meredith sighed. "He's...he's my boss. And he has a kid. And he's my boss. And unlike some people here, I'm not into screwing my boss." "At least I'm screwing someone," Cristina smirked. "I can screw someone," Meredith nodded. "I can go to Joe's and screw someone. It's not that hard. It's easy." "Then why haven't you?" Cristina asked. "I am busy," Meredith waved her fork in the ear. "I am an intern. I have family...crap to worry about. I am busy." "Too busy for sex?" Alex asked. "Mereith!" "Hannah!" Meredith exclaimed, turning to see Derek's daughter rushing over to the table. "Hi, Mereith!" Hannah lunged herself at Meredith, climbing up onto her lap. "You're not busy, right? Cause Daddy said I had to leave you alone if you're busy." "Oh...I'm not busy," Meredith shook her head. "Eating my lunch." "Whatcha eatin'?" Hannah asked, turning to look at Meredith's plate and scrunching up her nose. "Ewww...salad." "Salad is yummy," Meredith grinned. "Want some?" "Salad is not yummy, Mereith. My daddy likes salad. He eats salad all the time and yucky cereal and...not yummy. Whatcha eatin' for dessert?" "Oh...I have some pudding," Meredith sighed. "What kind of pudding?" "Chocolate." "Hmmmm," Hannah grinned, reaching for the pudding and Meredith's sppon. "Can I have some? Please, please, please?" "Oh...would your daddy be mad?" "Nope." "I'm pretty sure he would be," Meredith laughed. "But go ahead, just a little though." "Kay," Hannah nodded, dipping her spoon into the yogurt, bouncing slightly on Meredith's lap as she took a big bite. "Hi," she said to the other interns. "I'm Hannah Shepherd." "Dr. Shepherd's kid?" Cristina asked. "Yep," Hannah nodded. "My daddy does hemistomies." "Hemispherectomies," Meredith explained. "Yeah, that's what I said," Hannah nodded and then turned back to Cristina. "Who are you?" "I'm Cristina." "Hi Cristina. Do you do hemistomies or rhinopasties?" "Nope," Cristina shook her head. "Well sometimes... I do heart stuff." "Heart stuff? What's that called?" "There's lot of them," Cristina shrugged. "Oh," Hannah nodded and then turned back to Meredith. "Mereith, Daddy said you put Tom in your locker. Is it dark? Cause he might be scared and I thinked maybe I'll make him a special friend to have sleepovers." "I think he's okay but you can make him a friend if you want," Meredith grinned. "I'll make him lots of friends and then when Christmas comes I'll make you more pictures, but not turkeys. Maybe Santa. Or reindeer. Like Rudolph." "That sounds good," Meredith nodded. "Oh!" Hannah looked up excitedly. "I got 'nother loose tooth, Mereith! Daddy says the tooth fairy is gonna be all out of dollars!" "Another one?" Meredith asked. "Wow." "I know. I'm gonna get 'nother dollar when it falls out. Uncle Monkey says when I loose these teeth," Hannah pointed to her top teeth, "then I'm gonna look real funny." "Uncle Monkey?" Izzie asked. "He does rhinopasties," Hannah nodded. "Sloan," Meredith smiled. "Seriously?" Izzie grinned. "Sloan is Uncle Monkey?" "He's Derek's best friend," Meredith explained. "He's my favorite," Hannah giggled. "He gives me donuts. Daddy says donuts are special treats but I like 'em all the time." "Donuts are yummy," Izzie grinned, as Meredith fiddled with her pager. "I know," Hannah nodded. "I'm Hannah Shepherd. What's your name?" "I'm Izzie. I'm one of Meredith's friends." "Then you can be my friend too!" "Cool," Izzie smiled. "Do you like turkeys, Izzie?" "Turkeys? Sure," Izzie shrugged. "Do you eat 'em?" "Yeah." "Only the bad ones, right?" "Yes, Izzie only eats the bad ones," Meredith said quickly. "That's good," Hannah nodded, grabbing a napkin and then turning to take Meredith's pen out of her coat pocket, putting her left hand down and tracing. "Cause you can't eat good turkeys. Like Tom and Ted and Terry. They don't bite. They're good turkeys. You can eat bad mean turkeys that bite. Dr. Miranda says it hurts kinda bad. And you can eat those turkeys." "Oh...okay," Izzie nodded. "Only bad turkeys, I'll remember." "Tanksgiving's gonna be here real soon," Hannah reported. "That's when the pilgrims came and they didn't die so they had a big party with the Indians and they ate lots and lots of turkey and corn." "There is," Izzie smiled. "Did you learn that in school?" "Yep," Hannah nodded. "And there's a corna...a corna...there's a thing with lots and lots of fruits and veggies. I had to color it. And I gave it to Daddy cause he likes fruits and veggies. Then I colored Uncle Monkey a pie cause he eats all the pie at Nana's." "Wow, that's cool," Izzie smiled. "I know," Hannah grinned, bending over her napkin. "I like Tanksgiving. But I like Christmas lots and lots more. Cause Santa comes and gives me presents. And then my birthday's real soon after Christmas and then I get even more presents!" "Presents are very fun," Izzie giggled. "Yep," the little girl nodded. "And I'll get lots and lots this year cause I'm turning six and that's real big. That's even bigger than five!" "It is bigger than five," Izzie nodded. "But I'm the smallest at Nana's. The very smallest." "You are the smallest," Derek's voice cut in from behind Meredith. "Daddy!" Hannah turned and smiled at him. "Tyler said you were scrubbed in so I came and found Mereith. She's not busy, pwomise." "I know she's not," Derek nodded, leaning over to kiss Hannah's cheek quickly. "And I'm drawing my new friend Izzie a picture," Hannah held up the napkin that had a drawing of a turkey. "Oh good job, Han," Derek smiled, looking at Izzie quickly. "I'm sure Izzie will love it." "I don't know what to name him though," Hannah sighed dramatically. "Izzie, do you want a boy turkey or a girl turkey?" "I think a girl turkey would be nice," Izzie nodded. "Daddy, what's a girl turkey name that starts with t like turkey?" "How about...Tina?" Derek asked. "Tina," Hannah nodded excited. "Daddy, spell it!" "T-I-N-A," Derek smiled. "You can get Meredith to help you put Izzie's name on if you want." "Okay," Hannah nodded, concentrating on the letters. "I can't write real good yet, Mereith, but teacher says I'm real smart. Right, Daddy? That's what teacher said?" "That is exactly what the teacher said," Derek smiled proudly. "Tina's real easy," Hannah grinned. "There's an a like in my name. Mereith, you know what's real cool about my name?" "What?" Meredith asked. "It's spelled same back and front," Hannah grinned. "So I can't ever, ever forget! Daddy said he did it on purpose. But I think he's not telling the truth." "I think he isn't either," Meredith giggled. "See, Daddy," Hannah giggled as she handed Izzie her picture. "Happy Tanksgiving, Izzie!" "Thank you, Hannah," Izzie grinned. "She's perfect." "I know," Hannah nodded. "Hannah's not really good at being modest," Meredith laughed. "What's modest?" Hannah asked. "It means that you know you're good and say it a lot," Meredith grinned. "That's cause I am good. I'm the bestest." "You are," Meredith nodded, running her fingers through Hannah's curls. "And the pwettiest," Hannah grinned. "Right, Daddy?" "Definitely right," Derek smiled. "Yep," Hannah nodded. "Daddy, can I stay with you and Mereith all day? I don't wanna go to daycare." "Meredith and I have surgeries, honey," Derek sighed. "Hemistomies?" "None of those today," Derek grinned. "Different surgeries." "Oh," Hannah nodded. "I'll be real quiet and watch." "You are not watching surgeries all afternoon," Derek shook his head. "And we should get you back there now." "Why?" Hannah whined. "Because you're supposed to be in daycare." "But I don't wanna go to daycare. I wanna stay with you and Mereith." "I know you do. But you can't." "I'll be real quiet and good." "I know you would be," Derek nodded. "But still...daycare." "Sometimes you're real mean, Daddy," Hannah sighed as Derek lifted her out of Meredith's lap. "I know," he rolled his eyes. "I'm not working late tonight." "So not a doctor? You're gonna be a daddy?" "Yep," Derek smiled. "But you have to be a good girl in daycare right now." "Fine," Hannah sighed. "Bye, Izzie, bye Cristina, by people I don't know." "Bye Hannah, it was nice meeting you," Izzie smiled. "I'll come with," Meredith jumped out of her chair. "There's a postop patient we need to talk about, Dr. Shepherd." "Oh...okay," Derek grinned. "You can come." "Bye, everyone," Hannah waved as Derek carried her away. "Sorry she bugged you again," Derek murmured to Meredith. "I'm sure you are." "What?" Derek frowned. "Nothing. Not now. Drop your daughter off." "Okay," Derek nodded. Meredith stood by as Derek dropped Hannah off at daycare, smiling at the five year old as she threw her arms around Meredith's neck before Derek dropped her off, walking out a few minutes later. "I can't believe you," Meredith shook her head. "What?" "I mean, fine, you want to be an ass and flirt. Whatever. But Hannah...I can't believe you." "Mer...what the hell are you talking about?" "That's the second time this week, Derek," she hissed. "That's the second time this week your daughter conveniently snuck out of daycare and conveniently found me." "She likes you, Mer," Derek shrugged. "I thought you told her to stop." "Well...I didn't actually tell her to stop...but it wouldn't have made a difference. She gets bored and goes to visit friends at the hospital. You're one of them." "You didn't tell her to stop," Meredith rolled her eyes. "Of course not. You probably told her to come see me." "What? Why would I do that?" "Because you're you and you're flirty and I get mad at you when you're flirty so you use your five year old daughter to get me to talk to you or something. I don't know. People use kids for that kind of crap all the time. She's five, Derek. I can't even believe you'd do that to your own daughter." "One second...you're accusing me of using my daughter?" "That's clearly what you're doing." "What the hell? I would never use my daughter that way, ever." "You haven't told her to stop, hell you practically grin when you come and grab her from me to take her to daycare You're completely encouraging it. What? Do you think she's going to make me change my mind? Do you think I'm going to fall completely in love with her and then want to be with you? Because that's sick, Derek." "I can't believe you're even suggesting this shit. What kind of father do you think I am?" "Apparently the kind of father who uses his five year old to get girls." "That is not what I'm doing. I would never do that. Trust me...I'm willing to go pretty far out there to get you, I am...but my daughter? No...never going to happen. She's five years old, Mer." "I'm glad you realize that," Meredith nodded. "Do you take her to the park and play the whole pity the single dad routine? Or am I just getting special treatment? Because she keeps finding me and you don't seem to care that your five year old daughter is running around a hospital, a hospital without any supervision. And you don't seem to care that she talks to everyone and anything, which by the way, isn't good because she's five." "She grew up in this hospital," Derek groaned. "Everyone knows her, she knows her way around. People keep an eye on her. She's not running around without supervision. And honestly...how could...the pity routine? Have I ever once tried to get any pity for being a single dad? Have I ever once used it to get your attention? Hell, I didn't even tell you." "No, but now that I know and I’m telling you I won't date you, she sure seems to be around all the time." "Because she likes you, Mer! It's totally completely her. You can ask. Go ask her if I have ever told her to go find you, if I ever told her to befriend you...ask her." "Whatever," Meredith rolled her eyes. "If you want to do this, fine. But it's not getting you in my pants." "Meredith, listen to me...I know you're not used to people liking you for no reason, but Hannah does. And if she didn't...you'd never see her. I would never use my daughter in anyway. I'm disgusted you're even suggesting it. I thought you knew me better." "And I thought I knew you better too." "How can you even accuse me of this? You know how much I love that little girl." "I do. Which is why I can't believe you'd do it. But it's not a coincidence, Derek, that every time we fight or I yell at you for flirting she suddenly appears and is all...cute and Hannah-like." "It's actually a complete coincidence," Derek sighed. "I don't tell my daughter who to like, and I don't tell her who to seek out. God, Mer...she doesn't even think you're my friend...she thinks you're her friend. That's what she calls you...her friend Meredith." "And I'm sure you're so sorry she keeps finding me and talking to me. I'm sure you'd just wish she'd stop." "No I don't," Derek shook his head. "Because being around you makes her happy, and I would never take anything like that away from her. And when you're around her...you look happy, a little overwhelmed but happy. So no, I don't want it to stop. But that doesn't mean I'm encouraging it." "Whatever," Meredith rolled her eyes, turning to walk away from him. "You're not walking away from me," he groaned, grabbing onto her arm. "Why the hell not?" "Because what you're accusing me of...it's possibly the biggest insult...god, Mer...how? How the hell do you even think that of me? Am I that desperate? Do you hate me that much?" "Come on, Derek, you get me assigned to your service and spend the last two weeks flirting at every chance you get and kissing and eye sex and leaning and smirking. You've already proven you're desperate and slightly stalkerish. I told you to let go and you won't let go." "I'm..." he sighed, looking around before grabbing her arm again and pulling her into a tiny supply closet. "You actually...desperate and slightly stalkerish?" "I ended it. I ended it and now you're getting me assigned to your service and using your daughter and...yeah...you won't let go." "The assigning to my service...you know that had nothing to do about us. And how many times do I have to tell you...I'm not using my daughter." "Fine," Meredith sighed. "You're not using your daughter. I'm sorry." "You're sorry?" "Is there something else you want me to say?" "Just...you called me a desperate stalker." "Fine, you're not a stalker." "At least try to make it sound a little convincing," he sighed. "You're not a stalker," she sighed. "Can I go now?" "Yeah..." he nodded, looking at his feet. "Derek..." she sighed. "I said you can go," he murmured. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I…it's just...you're you and I'm me and there's and I...I don't...I'm sorry." "I know," he sighed. "Just...I...nothing, it's nothing. I'm fine." "You hate that word," she giggled softly. "I do," he smiled slightly. "I just...I want to be with you, Mer. That's all. I don't want you to think I'm so horrible monster that's fucking with your life just to get in your pants." "I know," she sighed, moving towards him. "I'm sorry." "I know," he nodded. "You don't actually think I'm that horrible...do you?" "No," she shook her head. "No. I just...and you're and this...no." "Good," he nodded slowly. "Good," she nodded, biting her lip as she looked at him, as she looked at the sadness in his eyes, his body drooping against the door as he avoided her eyes. "Der," she sighed. "Don't worry...I'm...good," he whispered. "Is that your version of fine?" "Maybe," he laughed softly. "I'm sorry," she repeated again, pain ripping through her chest as he backed away slightly from her fingers that were gently moving through his hair. "You keep saying that," he nodded. "Because you're pissed and sad and I was a bitch and..." she shook her head. "It will be okay," he sighed. "Will it?" she murmured as she looked up at him, standing on her tip toes slightly as she moved her mouth closer against his. "I hope so," he breathed. "Me too," she nodded, pushing him against the door hard as her lips made contact with his, her tongue demanding entrance immediately as she held him against the door. "Mer..." he gasped, as his arms moved to wrap around her. "I'm sorry," she whispered, nibbling on his lower lip, her hands moving to tighten on his ass. "Hmmm..." he groaned as she rubbed up against his erection and slipped her tongue in his mouth again. She reached her hands around and between them, quickly untying his scrub pants as she deepened the kiss, rubbing her body quickly against his, both of them already panting for breath as they pulled away for a moment, their hands in a hurry to remove clothing and touch each other. Derek's lips found Meredith's neck and she gasped as he bit at the skin. "Der!" "Oh Mer...." he groaned, gently sucking at the sensitive skin on her neck as he ran his hands up and down her now bare back, forcing her closer to him as their chests heaved together. She backed him hard against the door again as she pushed his scrub pants down over his hips before moving to remove her own, moaning loudly as he moved his lips and teeth over her skin, sucking hard. "Der, god...Derek..." "Mer...." he whispered against her skin, cupping a breast in one hand as his mouth began to travel lower. He took the nipple between his fingers, tugging on it gently as she groaned, before taking it into his mouth. "Der," she gasped, shaking her head. "No...I...now. Need you now." "Can do..." he breathed, shifting so he held her up against the door before slipping into her. "Oh god..." "Shit," she murmured, biting down on his shoulder to hold in a scream. "God...Der..." "Mer..." he groaned, beginning to thrust into her. "Oh..." "Derek," she whispered urgently, her own hips moving up and down on his erection as he thrust into her, his arms moving to stabilize himself against the door as she squeezed her legs tight around his waist. "Fuck...Derek." "Mer....shit....oh god," he murmured, before capturing her lips hard against his, forcing his tongue into her mouth as he thrusted into her. He moved faster and harder into her, her mouth opening in a silent scream with each hard thrust, her fingernails finding his back and digging in painfully as she tried to capture his lips again, her body shaking with the coming orgasm. "Derek...shit...god, oh god, oh god." "Mer..." he gasped, his own body shaking against hers as he felt everything start to pitch forward. "Oh...Mer." She came hard, her body shaking violently as she dropped her head against his shoulder, her teeth biting down


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