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oncetherewasaway	Dec 27 2007, 01:38 PM
McEditor Posts: 1,625 Group: .Grey Girls. Member #23 Joined: October 25, 2006	Disclaimer: It's Halloween! If we owned Grey's Anatomy we'd be going trick or treating for McDreamies. Of course there's only one McDreamy so it would be short treating...but oh we could show him tricks. There were kids everywhere. Meredith wasn't even sure how many kids were actually around, but they were everywhere. Screaming and running and being...kid-like. She figured stress would be the right reaction to this situation. She figured she should be freaking out and running around and trying to save their furniture. Except she couldn't stop giggling. Which probably had something to do with all the women surrounding her boyfriend. Most girls would get jealous in this situation and probably want to kick ass and take names later. She should probably feeling something like jealousy. Except for she didn't, which probably should have been an entire other level of freaking out, being that confident about him. And it was just damn amusing. Somehow, the moms of all these screaming kids had figured out that Hannah Shepherd had a very attractive, very wealthy, and presumably single daddy. Somehow, they had figured out there wasn't a wife in the picture. Somehow, they had all figured out a way to come today armed with brownies and cookies and offers to help out with the sleepover tonight. And Derek looked like he wanted to sit down and cry before even considering taking any of them up on the offer. She had heard about this Derek, the one that every single woman wanted to get with and yet he had always been less than interested. She had heard plenty of stories but had never actually seen him in action as he had been different with her. So this was new and fun to watch. "Derek," one woman, a short, squat brunette purred, "it is okay if I call you Derek, right?" "Oh umm...sure," Derek nodded slowly. "Well, Derek," she put a chubby hand on his arm, "I know how hard it is to take care of all these kids. And by yourself too...if you need anything, any help at all...feel free to ask." "Thank...no, but thanks," he shook his head quickly. "Of course he doesn't need help, Karen," another woman sighed. "He's been doing so well by himself. Of course, it must be so difficult to be raising a little girl entirely on your own, Derek. I find it...admirable." She brushed her hand against his as he reached for a cup of sprite. "I'm not alone," Derek frowned. "Never have been." "But without a mom for poor Hannah," the woman continued. "She's such a good little girl. You've done such a good job with her." Meredith bit her cheek, trying not to giggle. "Oh...umm...thank you," Derek nodded, glaring in Meredith's general direction. "You probably never get a moment to yourself," the woman smiled coyly. "I have the name of a wonderful babysitter. And my Jamie just loves your Hannah. We could go out for drinks." "I don't think my girlfriend would like that very much." Meredith giggled at the way the women paused for a second, obviously trying to find their way around that. This was hilarious. This was quite possibly the funniest thing she'd ever seen in her entire life. And she should probably help out her boyfriend. "Hi, baby," she giggled, coming up next to him and kissing him lightly on the lips. "Hey hun," he greeted her far too happily as he snaked an arm around her waist. "Hi, I'm Meredith," she held out her hand to the woman. "I'm Derek's girlfriend. Welcome to our house." "Our?" the woman asked with a frown. "Oh yeah," Meredith nodded, turning to Derek. "Didn't you tell them, sweetie?" "Just getting around to it, babe," he smiled. "As I was about to say...Hannah is pretty good on the mom front right now." Meredith forced the smile to stay on her face. Mom. He hadn't actually ever said that about her. Parenty-person. Boss. But definitely not mom. But now was not the time to freak out. Definitely not. "You're so sweet," she giggled, kissing him quickly. "But I live here. Yow know, our house. Kind of serious. Helping him out with the girl talk." "Helping me out?" he laughed. "When you two get going I feel like the third wheel." "That's just because you're such a guy," she laughed, turning back to the women. "But he really is the best daddy. And he's just the sweetest." "We...we never heard anything about a girlfriend," one of the woman murmured, her face bright red. "The name sounds familiar though," the short brunette whispered, backing away slightly. "Yes," Derek nodded. "Hannah probably talks about Meredith a lot." "Something about a friend named Meredith," the short woman nodded. "That would be this one," Derek grinned. "Mer just moved in a couple of months ago so Hannah still thinks of her as a friend more than anything else." "But I'm definitely more than just her friend," Meredith grinned widely, leaning into Derek. "Definitely," Derek echoed, kissing her again. "Love you, sweetie," she murmured, watching as the women all backed away a little more. "Love you too," he whispered. "I, uh, it's great to meet you, Meredith," a blonde said. "I just wanted to let you know that I brought brownies for tonight. And we're sure both you and Derek will do just fine." "Thank you," Meredith smiled. "That's so....sweet." "And I brought cookies," the brunette spoke up. "Kayla and I made them this morning, just for Hannah." "Thanks," Derek nodded. "She'll like them, I'm sure." "Of course she will," Meredith grinned. "Baby, do you want to help me with the cake?" "Of course, sweetheart," Derek smiled. "It was nice talking to you all, ladies." Meredith took his hand and led him into the kitchen, leaning over the counter as giggles overcame her. "That was...oh my god..." "That was great," he laughed. "You looked like you wanted to cry," she giggled, trying to catch her breath. "I did want to cry," he sighed. "Thanks for saving me." "No problem," she laughed, "baby." "Please never call me that again." "As long as you never, ever call me sweetheart." "I can guarantee that," he laughed softly. "Good," she sighed, turning to the fridge for the cake. "I've never actually had that many women after me at once before." "I'm pretty sure that's Mark's dream, right there. Well, maybe not exactly. But you looked entirely uncomfortable and it was...I should have just watched for a while longer." "No, no," he shook his head. "I was contemplating killing you." "But it was hilarious," she giggled. "How did it take them over a year to realize who Hannah's daddy was?" "I have no idea." "You know, if you want to break up with me so you can hook up with the dirty single mommys, or maybe even one of the married housewives, I'll understand." "I'm glad you won't hold it against me." "So just let me know if you want me to go stay with Lexie." "I think I'll keep you." "Aw, thanks, honey," she giggled, getting the candles out. "Unless you keep calling me honey." "I promise to stop." "Then I promise to keep you." "Good," she smiled, sticking candles into the cake. "Make sure you put seven," Derek sighed. "Hannah reminded me about ten times already." "Lexie called and said one for good luck," Meredith smiled softly. "Apparently you have to do one for good luck. Which I didn't know." "You're learning," he shrugged, leaning over to kiss her cheek quickly. "I'm learning," she sighed. "You're doing amazing," he grinned, swiping at the icing with his finger. "Try?" "Derek, you just ruined your daughter's cake," she giggled. "She'll be too excited to notice," he laughed. "Besides, it gives you an excuse to suck on my finger." "You're dirty, Derek Shepherd," she murmured, taking his finger into her mouth and sucking gently. "Hmm..." he moaned softly. "That was probably a bad idea with this many kids in the house." "Probably," she breathed, swirling her tongue over his finger. "Okay...evil," he groaned, shifting on his feet. "It was your idea," she smirked, pulling away from him. "Didn't really think it through," he sighed. "And I can't actually go outside quite yet." "All the dirty housewives would get an eyeful," she giggled, her eyes moving over his tightened jeans. "Just a bit of one," he sighed. "Then they really would steal you from me." "And they'd be sadly disappointed." "Well that's good," she smiled gently. "Drink some cold water, Der. It's time to sing to ou...Hannah." "You think cold water helps with this?" he laughed. "Well something has to," she giggled. "I can't actually do anything about it with a million kids running through the house." "One second," he sighed, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. "Okay, I'm good." "What'd you imagine?" she giggled, grabbing the lighter. "My mom playing with Hannah." "Very nice," she smiled. "So...I'll turn off the lights...you take the cake." "Can do," he nodded. "Good," she nodded, quickly kissing his cheek and walking ahead of him. Derek smiled to himself as he followed close behind her, the two large cake held firmly in his hands. That had been weird, that had been entirely weird having all of those women hit on him at once, with Meredith watching from a distance giggling at him, But she had rescued him. And then she had nearly called Hannah their daughter, he hadn't missed the slip. It was a good birthday for Hannah. It was a good birthday for Hannah and it was a great day for him. He hadn't actually been entirely sure she was ready to handle this role. Hadn't been sure she'd be able to be around kids and be a hostess and be the parent who sang happy birthday. But she was doing great. She was amazing. And already those thoughts about rings and wedding dresses were in his head again. She wasn't ready yet. He knew that. He hadn't missed the slight shock in her face when he had said the mom word. Everything was probably still feeling big on her end but it was getting better. She was freaking out less. And today she seemed like Hannah's mom. Someone who didn't know the story would think she was Hannah's mom. He figured she'd be ready soon. Which meant things. Because he was ready. He was entirely ready to buy the ring and ask her to be his wife. Really, the entire thing seemed like a formality now, except he really did want that piece of paper, declaring her his wife. He wanted her to have a ring, he wanted to wear a ring. Even if it was just to make sure a huge group of housewives and single moms never hit on him again. "Mer...we have to sing," he murmured to his girlfriend as they stood at the entrance of the main party room. "Right," she nodded. "I knew that. Singing. We have to sing." "You know the song...right?" "Of course I know the song, Derek," she rolled her eyes. "Just checking," he shrugged. "Just walk in...I have cake, they'll shut up. I think." "Do I walk in singing?" "Yeah, probably best," he nodded. "Okay," she nodded, taking a deep breath as the sound of the millions kid screaming reached them. He pushed her forward gently with his elbow, smiling when he heard sing entirely off key, "Happy birthday to you..." "Happy birthday to you," he joined in, watching as his little girl jumped up from where she had been sitting, her eyes wide as she smiled at them. "Happy birthday dear Hannah, happy birthday to you!" the rest of the people in the house sang along, Hannah climbing up on a chair, her crown falling to the side of her head as he placed the cake down in front of her, wrapping an arm around Meredith's waist. "Happy Birthday, Hannah Banana," Derek murmured. "Blow out the candles." Hannah closed her eyes and scrunched up her nose, her brow creasing as she sat there, thinking. "Han," Meredith giggled, "people probably want to eat cake." "Thinking, Meredith," Hannah sighed dramatically. "Does she does this every year?" Meredith giggled to Derek. "Sadly," he laughed softly. "Got it!" Hannah exclaimed, bending forward and blowing out the candles. "Was it a good one?" Derek asked. "Yep, best one ever," Hannah nodded seriously. "Really? What was it?" "Can't tell, Daddy," Hannah rolled her eyes. "Oh you can tell me," Derek grinned. "No I can't, Daddy." "Fine," Derek rolled his eyes. "I get the first piece!" Hannah exclaimed. "You do," Derek nodded. "Mer...there's a lot of them...get them to line up or something." "Oh, um...okay," Meredith sighed, turning to look at all the kids, her eyes drifting only slightly over the mothers who were smirking slightly. "Okay, guys, if you want ice cream, we're going to have a line. I'll give you ice cream and um...Dr. Shepherd will give you cake." "Dr. Shepherd? I sound so official," Derek laughed softly as she shephered the kids into a line. "Well...I mean, what do they call you?" she whispered. "I'm good with Derek but I get a lot of Hannah's Daddy," he shrugged. "Oh," she giggled. "But Dr. Shepherd makes me feel important," he smiled, handing another child a plate of cake. "You do realize you are called Dr. Shepherd at least fifty times a day, almost every day?" she rolled her eyes, smiling as she handed one of the kid's an individual cup of vanilla ice cream. "Yes, I know," he nodded. "Still like it...especially coming from you." "Derek...kids," she lowered her voice. "Dirty mind," he murmured. "Not having this conversation." "Definitely not," he shook his head. "Good," she smiled, handing another kid some ice cream. "Make sure you sit down to eat, guys," Derek reminded the kids. "Is there chocolate ice cream, Hannah's mommy?" a little girl asked Meredith. "Oh ummm..." Meredith cleared her throat. "Yes, we have chocolate." "That's my favorite," the little girl grinned. "Thanks, Hannah's mommy!" "You...you're welcome," Meredith nodded. Derek watched her as she went on autopilot, shaking his head slightly as he finished handing out cake, sliding a piece towards her. She nodded her thanks but didn't say anything. He had figured something like that was going to happen. He had. And she had handled it beautifully. No freaking out in front of the kids. But still, the panic was there. The panic was entirely there. She'd be okay. She was pretty good at bouncing back from her freak outs and he had a feeling that every freak out got her to a step closer to where he already was, entirely ready to marry her and grow old with her. Which would definitely make her panic but they'd get there. Eventually kids would be able to call her Hannah's mom and she'd be happy to hear it. After cake came the presents, which allowed Derek to stand next to his daughter, his arms around Meredith's waist, watching as his seven year old opened the mountains of gifts from her friends. He and Meredith had already given Hannah her presents that morning. He had had fun telling Meredith about his tradition of waking Hannah up on her birthday at two minutes past six, the exact time she was born. And even Meredith had woken up to take part in waking the seven year old up for her presents. And then they had spent the entire day getting ready for the party, the three of them like a strange family that was entirely unofficial and entirely perfect. He had loved it even if it had included a lot of running around. It had been perfect. And this part was insane, having this many children in their house was definitely insane but still kind of perfect. His family was happy. Disclaimer: Very very soon they might announce that the writers are on strike. We think this is silly. If we owned the show we would not be striking. As striking would lead to not seeing Paddy every day. Derek pulled his car into his mom's driveway and killed the ignition, letting his Clash CD turn off before he hopped out of the car. He was tired. He wanted to get Hannah and get home. Him and Hannah would have a few hours to kill before Meredith got home and he figured it would be nice. Not that he didn't love having Meredith around, but he wanted some alone time with his daughter. She was doing incredibly well with all of this. He was trying his hardest to make sure both Meredith and Hannah got the attention they deserved, and he was trying even harder to bring Meredith into their family without making Hannah feel as if her life was spiraling out of control. And while he was the one who tucked her in every night, he was looking forward to a few hours of go fish. "Mom...Hannah..." he called as he let himself into the house. "Daddy!" Hannah exclaimed as she came running towards him, the pig tails Meredith had done that morning flying out behind her as she launched herself into his arms. "Hi, Daddy!" "Hey Hannah!" he smiled, hugging her tightly. "Nana made cookies!" Hannah grinned widely, kissing his cheek. "Did she?" he asked. "Yep," she nodded. "Chocolate chocolate chip." "And you at a lot, didn't you?" "Five!" Hannah nodded excitedly. "They're the bestest, Daddy." "That's great, Han," he laughed. "And now I get to take you home." "Hello, dear," his mom came from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "How was work?" "Long but not bad," Derek sighed. "Thanks for watching her." "We had a lot of fun," Mrs. Shepherd smiled widely. " She's a wonderful baker." "Because of you," Derek smiled. "Next week we're doing brownies," Mrs. Shepherd kissed her granddaughter's dark curls. "Hannah, why don't you go upstairs and finish your homework while I talk to Daddy?" Hannah nodded quickly and dissapeared up the stairs as Derek stretched back up to standing. "What's up Mom?" "I just wanted to talk, Derek," she nodded, heading towards the kitchen. "I have cookies and a pot of coffee." "You're just want to talk is an entire countries Spanish Inquisition," Derek sighed, following behind her. "Don't be silly, Derek," she shook her head, pouring him a cup of coffee and putting the plate of cookies down on the table. "I'm your mother. I'm allowed to talk to you." "Of course," Derek sighed, sitting down. "Just don't make it too long...Mer's off in a few hours and I want some alone time with Hannah before she gets home." "I'll do what I can," Mrs. Shepherd sat down. "How is everything, Derek?" "Things are great, Mom," Derek smiled. "Really? You and Meredith are all right?" "We're great," he sighed. "Amazing." "She seems like a very sweet girl." "Mom...she is," Derk sighed. "She's amazing." "A bit of a nervous girl, but very sweet." "She gets nervous," Derek agreed. "She has her reasons, Mom. This is all new to her." "New to her?" Mrs. Shepherd asked, handing him a cookie. "Yeah...family, being in love, being a mom...new to her." "I understand being a mom," Mrs. Shepherd nodded. "It must be very difficult for her. Becoming a parent to a rambunctious little girl is never easy." "She freaks out occasionally and thinkks she's doing a crap job but honestly...she'd doing amazing." "I'm sure she is," Mrs. Shepherd smiled. "Hannah seems very fond of her." "She is," Derek grinned. "Which is very good," she nodded. "Derek, what do you know about Meredith? According to Mark, it started in a very interesting way. And you've been dating nearly a year." "What did Mark actually tell you?" Derek frowned. "Only that it was a story you should tell me, but it certainly didn't involve dating in the normal sense," she frowned. "Oh..." Derek sighed. "Mom...I'm not telling you details, and trust me you don't want to know. It wasn't taditional but it was what worked for us and it got us to where I wanted to be." "All right," Mrs. Shepherd nodded slowly. "I just want to make sure you are in a good place, Derek. I don't know anything about this girl. For the past year, you've been insisting it's not time yet. And now you're living with her and talking about marrying her." "I am going to marry her," he sighed. "And I wasn't ready. I met her at the intern mixer last year and we flirted. Things kind of spiraled from there." "But what do you know about her, Derek? Do you know if she wants any of the same things? I wasn't entirely sure when I asked her. She rambled when I asked her about marriage. And children...she entirely froze." "She wants forever with me," Derek nodded. "She's terrified but when it comes down it, it's exactly what she wants. Her life has been complicated in ways it shouldn't have been. Her life didn't set her up to have this or anything like this. But she does want it." "Our pasts don't always dictate who we are, Derek. We choose to move past them." "I know that, Mom. And she's working on doing just that. She just never had a reason to do that before." "What about her past has made her so nervous?" "You know enough doctors...recognize the name Ellis Grey?" "Dr. Ellis Grey," Mrs. Shepherd said slowly. "The name sounds familiar." "She was one of the first major female surgeons in the country. And Meredith's mom." "Which means what exactly?" "It means she always put the job before her family. Which meant going through a divorce when Meredith was five. And then being a crap mom for the rest of Meredith's life...when his dad was no where." "She had a hard childhood," Mrs. Shepherd sighed. "Extremely hard," Derek nodded. "And a few years ago her mom was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. She's now in a home." "Oh dear," Mrs. Shepherd shook her head. "That poor girl." "She's been sworn to secrecy," Derek sighed. "And when she decided to go find her dad she instead found him dead and a step mother and two half sisters she had never heard about." "My god," Mrs. Shepherd sighed. "And then you met her." "And then I met her. She's damaged, Mom." "She is. But so are you. On some level, so are you. Does she know that? Does she know what you've been through, Derek?" "Not everything," he shook his head. "She knows it hasn't been easy." "But she has no idea how difficult it's been?" "No, not really," he sighed. "She's...skittish. I don't want to freak her out anymore than she's freaked already." "Derek, this has always been your problem," Mrs. Shepherd sighed, reaching for his hand, "you worry too much about other people and don't take care of yourself. You've done it since your father died." "Mom...she'll find out everything in time," Derek sighed. "Really? You're going to sit down and tell her everything?" "Well...no. But she didn't either. We kind of talk in round about ways." "Then what exactly do you know about her, Derek?" she repeated her earlier question. "Is she career-oriented? Does she want children? Does she want to get married? Do you even know what you want?" "I want to marry her. I want to grow old with her," he shrugged. "I don't know about kids but that's...the future. And she...I don't know, Mom. She's not her Mom but...I know she didn't want children. Getting involved with Hannah and I was a big leap for her." "But you don't know if she's willing to give what you've given?" "I know, Mom. I know her." "Derek, I'm happy for you," she smiled gently. "I'm very happy for you. I just want to make sure you and Hannah don't get hurt. You've been through enough." "I know, Mom. But Meredith...I love her." "She loves you too. I don't know much about her, but I got that from our conversation. She is very well-suited to you." "She is. She fits me perfectly." "And she loves Hannah," Mrs. Shepherd grinned. "Which is more than enough for me. For now at least." "She adores Hannah," Derek grinned. "For someone who was unsure about kids she's a natural." "When I came over that day, they had built a fort," Mrs. Shepherd laughed. "They do that a lot," Derek laughed softly. "Mer didn't have a childhood so I think she's living through a lot of things with Hannah." "And how is Hannah?" Mrs. Shepherd sighed. "She still seems to be having some behavior issues." "She is," Derek nodded. "When Mer and I were first dating she was good with things because Mer was her bestest friend. All of a sudden Mer is basically her mom. It's brought up some problems." "Have you talked to Hannah about any of this?" "I have," he sighed. "She listens, she says things that makes me think she gets it...but it goes right back to being an issue." "And of course you're being too soft on her," she nodded. "Mom..." Derek groaned. "My daughter. I'm raising her my way." "I understand that, Derek. And I've been very good about letting you raise her your own way." "You have," he nodded. "And I know a lot has gone on in her life in the last year but please don't let it change that. Hannah has a mom now...a relunctant one that freaks at the word Mom but still...a Mom." "The question is...is she ready to have a mom?" "We're working on that," Derek sighed. "Because anything else isn't an option." "All right," Mrs. Shepherd sighed. "In the meantime, I'll try to pretend my granddaughter isn't turning into quite a handful." "She's always been a handful." "Derek..." "Mom, I know things have been rouch recently. Meredith and I are dealing with it. And things will get better." "And if you need any help, you know I'm here." "We know." "Good." "And we really are great." "And I'm very happy for you." "Thanks." "Daddy!" Hannah came running into the kitchen. "Is it time to go yet?" "It is," Derek nodded. "Yay!" Hannah grinned widely, reaching for another cookie. "Hannah, that's a lot of cookies today," Derek reminded her gently. "But I made them, Daddy," she giggled, taking a bite. "They're good, right?" "They're great, Han," he grinned. "Nana, can I take some cookies to Meredith?" Hannah asked her grandmother. "Of course you can," Mrs. Shepherd nodded. "Good," Hannah grinned. "Meredith likes cookies." "She does," Derek agreed. "And she'll love that you made these cookies." "Cause they're the bestest," Hannah nodded, watching as Mrs. Shepherd put some cookies in a tupperware dish. "Thank you, Nana." "You're welcome, Hannah," Mrs. Shepherd smiled. "I'm ready to go, Daddy," Hannah smiled widely. "And I did all my homework." "Good girl," Derek grinned. "Meredith works for a bit longer so it's just the two of us." "Can we play Candyland?" "Of course we can," Derek nodded. "Good," Hannah grinned and then hugged Mrs. Shepherd tightly. "Bye, Nana." "Bye Hannah bug," Mrs. Shepherd smiled. "I'll see you later." "Love you," Hannah giggled. "Love you too, Hannah," Mrs. Shepherd laughed softly. "Bye Derek." "Bye, Mom," he grinned, kissing her cheek quickly. "And remember we can talk whenever you need to," Mrs. Shepherd sighed. "I know, Mom," he sighed. "Thank you." "You're welcome. Tell Meredith I say hello." "We will," Hannah giggled as Derek swung her up into his arms. "Bye, Nana!" "Bye Han," Mrs. Shepherd smiled. "Come on, Daddy!" Hannah exclaimed. "Let's go home." "Home," Derek nodded, hugging his daughter quickly, leading her out of the house. My weary mind is rested And I feel as if my home is in your arms Fears are all gone, I like the sound of your song And I think I want to sing it forever Disclaimer: Alicia and Katie hate being females as we are in a lot of pain because of it. If we owned Grey's Anatomy we'd still be in a lot of pain. Except for we could get Paddy to give us a back massage or something and life would be the best. (don't ask how we're in synch and live miles away...we're not quite sure) She was giggly. She was completely and totally giggly. And Meredith Grey was not the type of person to walk around the hospital with a big huge grin on her face while giggling for no reason. She had a feeling people thought she was crazy. She knew Cristina was threatening to disown her. But it was okay. Because she had a dress, a really nice dress, waiting for her. Waiting for the end of her shift. A very tiny voice in her head was trying to remind her that today was literally just a day, a random day that Derek had pulled out of no where so he'd be able to have something to celebrate since their getting together had been strange. Very strange. But today it had been a year since that strange, or kind of year. And she was giggling as she waited for her shift to end. She had another hour. Another hour and then she'd change into a really nice dress and celebrate being with Derek for a year, or a kind of year. It felt big. Not scary big, amazing big. She had been with Derek for a year. She had been his girlfriend or his whatever for a year. And that was big. It was big and huge and she was giggly. She was completely giggly. "You look happy," his voice cut into her thought as he walked up beside her. "Cristina thinks I'm high," she giggled. "Are you?" he raised an eyebrow at her. "No!" she gasped, hitting his arm. "Just checking," he laughed softly. "You're an ass," she rolled her eyes, though still grinning. "I am?" "Yes," she nodded firmly. "You're an ass. You're an ass who makes me all giggly and than accuses me of being high. Ass." "Oh," he grinned. "So I'm the one making you all giggly?" "No, it's my other boyfriend." "You're kind of snarky for a happy person." "Sorry," she giggled. "You're the one making me all giggly. Or our anniversary or whatever." "Good," he smiled, kissing her quickly. "I'm kind of giggly too...in a manly way of course." "Oh of course," she giggled against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. "We're nearly done," he murmured. "An hour," she sighed. "Too long." "Stupid patients and sick people," she giggled. "So...any clues for tonight?" "Do I ever give you clues?" he smirked. "No," she rolled her eyes. "You and your surprises." "You love them." "I do," she sighed. "And Hannah's at your mom's?" "She is," Derek nodded. "I promised we'd call to say good night but she's very excited for her sleepover." "Good," Meredith murmured, looking around quickly as she ran her hands up his sides. "So your secret plans and then...empty house." "Very empty house." "Which means lots of good things for us." "It does," he grinned, kissing her lightly. "Lots of good things." "One hour," she whispered. "One hour," he echoed. "Hmmm," she sighed, kissing him quickly. "Meet you in the lobby?" "I'll be there," he nodded. "Good," she smiled, pulling away from him. "It will go by quickly," he sighed, "I hope so." "Just keep giggling," he smiled as he checked his phone quickly. "I think you're making patients smile." "That's lame, Der," she giggled. "It's true," he sighed. "Lame," she giggled. "I'll see you in the lobby at six." "Definitely," he nodded. "Love you," she smiled widely. "Love you too." Meredith giggled as she turned and started walking away from him and then turned again. "Der?" "Yeah?" "Happy anniversary," she grinned widely. "Happy anniversary, Mer," he nodded, his smile reflecting hers. She giggled as she walked away from him, getting odd looks for people in the hallway. It had been an amazing day, a really great day filled with lots of giggling. And it would be an amazing night. An amazing night filled with lots of sex and food and champagne. It was going to be incredibly great and amazing and she was pretty sure she couldn't be any happier. She only had an hour left to kill. She'd round on her patients, do some paperwork and be able to leave. Hand in hand with an equally giggly Derek. Not that Derek giggled. Well he sometimes did, like when they had gotten him drunk on his birthday and there had been some giggling New Years Eve but he usually didn't giggle. Today he was. Today was a day for giggling. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He had made it. He had managed to make it for the last hour of his shift without entirely losing his mind. He had been grinning all day, grinning and whistling. It was his and Meredith's anniversary. He knew it was a day he had made up. He knew he had picked an entirely random day, but it was their day. It was their anniversary. It was the day everything had changed. They had to have a day. They couldn't just celebrate some vague two week period around this time so today was it. And he had plans. Plans that involved a fancy dinner, and drinking too much wine and a cab ride home to a very empty house. He had been planning it in his head for weeks. He had worked months to even convince her to give him a chance and now it had been a year. He couldn't believe it had been a year. It didn't seem possible, at all. He had worked months to be with her, he had known they could be good together. And now it was a year. It was a year and they were entirely in love, entirely happy. Beyond great together. "Hey," she greeted him, dressed in a black dress. "Wow," he breathed. "Wow?" she asked, kissing him deeply. "You look amazing." "Thank you," she blushed, running her hands over his chest. "Ready to celebrate?" he asked as he circled his arms around her waist. "Definitely," she grinned, kissing him again. "Still no clues?" "What do you think?" "You suck sometimes," she sighed as she reached for her jacket. "Oh I know," he laughed. "You're lucky I love you," she sighed, slipping her coat on. "I know," he murmured, kissing her gently. "Let's get out of here." "Definitely," she nodded, deepening the kiss slightly, groaning when her pager went off. "Seriously?" "I'm sure it's....crap," Derek groaned as his started beeping as well. "We're off," she sighed, looking down at hers. "It's the pit." "Damn it." "I...maybe it's fast?" "Maybe," he shrugged. "We'll probably miss our reservations." "Probably," she groaned, moving towards the ER quickly, Derek following quickly behind her. "What's going on?" she asked loudly as the ER moved busily around them, both of them rushing to get gowns over their dressier clothes. "Major car accident," a nurse barked out to them. "Fuck," Meredith swore under her breath. "This is not the night for this," Derek groaned. "Dr. Shepherd!" a nurse called him. "I have a massive brain injury here." "Crap," he sighed, frowning slightly at Meredith. "I'll make this up to you." "It's fine, Der," she shook her head, grabbing some gloves. "We'll...it sucks but it's fine." "I still owe you one," he frowned, kissing her quickly. "I'll text you when I know how long I'll be." "Dr. Grey!" someone called Meredith. "We need you over here!" "See you," Derek sighed. "Bye, Der," she groaned, running off quickly. Derek groaned as he watched her run off, her high heels clacking against the floor before he turned toward his patient, trying not to curse too much under his breath. He hated this part of the job. Surgeons made plans and God laughed and he hated it. He was supposed to be headed to a nice restaurant with his girlfriend to celebrate the best year of his life, not cutting. This wasn't how the night he had chosen to celebrate the past year, an absolutely amazing year, was supposed to work out. She was dressed up. She was wearing high heels and a beautiful dress that he had already tearing off of her. This was not how this night was supposed to end up. It was one the truly rare occasions when he wished he could have chosen to be something more predictable. Of course he'd be bored to death in something more predictable and he probably would have never met Meredith but at least if he had met her he'd be able to take her out like a normal person. He had to do something. It had been a year of perfection in far too many ways and he couldn't just let the day pass by with nothing but a crowded ER. It was wrong. "Brain's bleeding," he said quickly. "Get him prepped for the OR now. I'll meet you up there." He walked away from the patient quickly, watching as Meredith instructed one of her interns on trauma protocol before pulling his cell phone off his belt. If he was lucky, he would be able to get something small. He would be able to find some way to make this day special.


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