You Send Me
Title: You Send Me
Pairing: Meredith & Derek
Show: Grey's Anatomy
Timeline: Post 3.22/23 The Other Side of This Life
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Shonda Rhimes. Not Me.
This story gets about one chapter longer each time I start writing more. haha. So, yah. Still won't be super long or anything but. yah. LOL.
Part Five
When Derek thankfully finally arrived at his hotel, he wanted nothing more than to call Meredith and take a nap - in that order. But, he checked in and found out that he had a Welcome Dinner to attend, at least briefly, and knew it was the perfect opportunity to hand out some business cards, talk some brain, do the whole neurosurgeon bit. He considered blowing the whole shindig off and ordering a bunch of movies on pay-per-view, raiding the mini-fridge, getting drunk on some insultingly overpriced little nip of alcohol and phoning his girlfriend to beg her to marry him - that sort of thing instead.
But then he remembered Meredith was mad at him - or something - and he needed to give her more space. Considering he’d just proposed marriage to a woman who was terrified of change, he knew it was the very least he could do. And he decided he didn’t want to be stuck alone in his room aching for her and the life they could have. So Derek showered and changed quickly and headed down to the hotel bar for a drink before dinner.
Sighing as he sat down, not even bothering - or caring - to take in his surroundings, he ordered his usual double scotch single malt and patiently waited for the bartender to prepare it.
“Derek?”
A vaguely familiar voice calling his name inspired him to turn in search of its source. A tall, lanky, light-haired man in a dark grey suit and crisp powder blue tie was inspecting him with narrowed cerulean eyes, sharp cheekbones made even more acute by the frown fixed upon his face.
“Jim?”
The man broke out into a huge grin, bearing a familiar wide, white smile. Derek grinned as well, rising off the stool to greet his former colleague. “Hey, how are you man?” Jim patted Derek on the back amicably as they briefly hugged.
“I’m good, I’m good, how are you? And Nan and the kids?”
Jim’s huge smile tripled in size at the mention of his family. “They’re good, great. Cam just started his first semester at Cornell - pre-med.”
“Wow.” Derek stepped back, truly amazed. The last time he had seen Jim Edison, a fellow neurosurgeon with whom he had worked at New York Presbyterian before starting his private practice with Mark, his oldest son, Cameron, was in Little League. Cameron had always looked up to his father, who worked alongside Derek operating and teaching at the University Hospital for Columbia and Cornell much the way Derek still operated - and taught - at Seattle Grace today. And now, Cameron was a freshman at the same university his father works at, following in his footsteps like he always said he would. “Time really flies, huh?”
Jim nodded wistfully. “Yeah, yeah it does.” They walked back toward the bar, where, thankfully, Derek’s scotch was still waiting. Jim ordered a beer and turned to regard his former colleague. “How’s Addison?”
Derek paused, immediately reminded once again how long it’d been since he and Jim had seen one another. “Uh, Addison and I-”
“Reconciliation didn’t work, huh?” Jim frowned sympathetically. “Sorry to hear it, man.”
Derek smiled slightly, shrugging. “Thanks, but, uh, we’ve been divorced for over two years now and . . . well . . . I’m with someone else, so . . .”
Jim nodded, huge white teeth on display with a wolfish grin. “That chick who was your intern?”
Derek raised a brow, looking at his old friend pointedly. “How do you know that?”
Jim shrugged. “You know Nan works in the same building as Kathleen.” His wife Nancy’s alternative medicine practice was in the same building as his sister’s mental health practice on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. And, evidently, his sister had been spreading his business to anyone who would listen and anyone, apparently, included Jim’s wife.
Derek sighed, rolling his eyes as he took a sip of his scotch. “Her name is Meredith,” he offered. “And she’s not my intern anymore.”
“Well good for you man. You didn’t bring her along this weekend?”
He shook his head, staring down at his drink. Any other time he’d love to brag to an old friend from his old life in New York about how fantastic his new life with his new girlfriend in Seattle was, but tonight his heart just wasn’t into it. The last time he’d seen Jim, a man who was married with children, he had been married himself. And now, now he just had a girlfriend. He hated himself for wanting more than that, for not being able to settle for less any longer, and he hated himself for feeling so miserable without her. “She’s not neuro, she’s general.”
“Ahhh,” Jim said, taking a long pull from his beer, sighing contentedly as he set the bottle back onto the bar. “Well, Nan’s flying out tomorrow. We’ll get two whole days at the beach before we have to get back to work.”
Derek smiled, wistful. “That sounds nice.”
Jim eyed Derek cautiously. “Maybe you should fly your lady out too.”
He sighed, shaking his head slowly as he gulped more scotch. “Nah. This kind of thing isn’t really Meredith’s scene.” Although he was sure she’d enjoy a few hours lounging in the sun, something told him after his post-coital proposal the night before she wouldn’t be too keen on joining him now.
He and Jim enjoyed another drink talking and reminiscing about the past, and Derek didn’t think about Meredith once. In fact, he went through the entire dinner with not even so much as a passing thought of her at home, probably still hating him, in Seattle. It wasn’t until much later, when he finally retired to his room, that thoughts of her bombarded him from all sides. He showered, had some jellybeans from the minibar, ordered a movie on pay-per-view, climbed into bed, tried to relax, tried to not miss her.
But he dreamt of her. Dreamt that he was inside of her, making love to her, and they were naked and sweaty and gasping and laughing as they rolled around on the bed. Her hair was soft and smelled sweet as it pooled out beneath her on the pillow, her eyes big and dilated and hazy, lips parted, trembling. She was gorgeous; she was sexy; she was his. They moved together and came together, snuggling as one under the sheets.
He woke reaching for her and almost cried out when he realized where he was, where she was, where they were in their relationship. Fort Lauderdale. Seattle. Completely lost. He didn’t want to think about her, he didn’t want to miss her. He had meetings all day and a planned dinner with his mother and sisters, he needed his rest.
Instead, he lay awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking of her, missing her, aching for her. All night long.
~
Meredith wasn’t sure what made her feel worse - the pounding headache or the absolute lack of sleep she had received the evening before. Second night in a row she’d tried - and failed - to sleep without Derek beside her, spooning her into unconsciousness. She was so used to him stroking her hair, his palm covering her stomach, his breath tickling the back of her neck, his warm, sexy voice lulling her to sleep. Instead, she’d tossed and turned and cried and cursed and whined and didn’t rest a wink.
And now, it was four A.M. and she had to go into work for a 36 hour shift. Awesome.
“You look like shit,” Cristina said loudly as Meredith moved, slowly, languidly into the locker room.
She didn’t even bother to roll her eyes. “Thanks,” Meredith said sarcastically, plopping down in front of her locker. She pulled out a tiny tin of asprin, popped two onto her palm and dropped them into her mouth, swallowing without water.
“Seriously, what happened in the two days since I saw you?”
Meredith glowered up at her best friend angrily. “Nothing.”
Cristina rolled her eyes. “Please, Meredith, this is me. That whole smoldery-anger bullshit doesn’t work with me.” Sitting down beside her, Cristina peered into Meredith’s eyes. “You miss McDreamy already? He just left!”
The way Meredith flinched at the mention of her boyfriend didn’t go unnoticed by Cristina. “What did the McBastard do?”
“Nothing!” Meredith cried quickly - too quickly.
“You want to tell me and you know it. Otherwise you wouldn’t’ have come moping in here with that long sad puppy dog face.”
Meredith sneered at her friend, rolling her eyes as she looked away, pouting. “Derek proposed.”
Cristina stared at her blankly. “I’m sorry?” She blinked - once. “What?”
Groaning, Meredith turned away. “You heard me!” The sound of her friend laughing drew Meredith’s head back around to glare at her. “Why are you laughing?”
“So Derek proposed, you freaked out, went on a bender and are currently nursing a hangover, right?”
She ignored how well her friend knew her, deciding to focus on that later, and instead said, “I don’t know what he was thinking.”
“Usually when one proposes they’re thinking something like . . . they want to spend the rest of their lives with that person.”
Meredith looked sharply at Cristina, not appreciating her sarcasm at all. “You freaked out when Burke proposed too!”
Cristina rolled her eyes coolly. “I did not freak out. And I didn’t go on any bender either. What’s the real problem here, Meredith?”
Blowing out a long, deep breath, Meredith stared glumly at her hands. A ring would look nice there, she decided. And she hated herself for noticing it, for almost . . . wanting it. Because wanting it . . . “I’m afraid,” she finally admitted, looking up and over at her person.
“Of what?”
“Things are - were - so perfect between us and, just . . . every example of marriage that I’ve ever seen, I don’t want. I don’t want what my parents had, what George and Callie had, what the Chief had, what Derek and Addison had, what you and Burke-” She bit her tongue. “I’m sorry. But I don’t want that for me.”
“So then don’t have that! All of those people aren’t you, Meredith. And they’re not Derek. Burke and I did it our own way. We compromised. I didn’t want the huge wedding so we got married at City Hall. All I had to do was settle for his mother throwing us a huge party for over five hundred people.” Her voice took on a bitter tone as she remembered all the stress and fights and fake smiles she’d had to put on when Mama had been planning the reception. “I don’t wear a ring and Burke does. And, you know, we’re happy. Sort of.”
Meredith looked up, catching Cristina’s eye quickly. Something about her tone set her off. “Sort of?”
Cristina sighed. She thought of changing the subject, continuing with the lie, whatever. But since it was so Goddamned early and they were the only two in the locker room, in the spirit of honesty, she told the truth. “Burke wants kids.”
Meredith’s jaw dropped. “What?”
Cristina nodded, her lips pursed. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Shocking, huh?”
She laughed. “No, Cristina. I mean, I could have told you Burke wanted kids. I’m just surprised you’ve been married this long and you’re just bringing this up to one another?”
“Now Burke’s comfortable. He’s settled. He’s got the wife - he wants the kids. I want the career. I don’t want the kids.”
Meredith frowned. “So what are you going to do?”
Cristina shrugged, sensing anything she said about her life Meredith would look too much into for her own. “That’s not the point. The point is Derek proposed. What are you going to do?”
Biting her lip, she looked down at her hands again. “I don’t want to lose him.”
“Did he tell you if you didn’t’ marry him you would?”
Suddenly her view of her hands was blurred and she looked up at her friend with tears in her eyes. “Kind of.”
Sighing, Cristina placed a supportive hand on her knee. “Meredith - you can’t keep running forever.”
Sucking back a sob, she nodded, wiping her eyes. “I know. I’m just so scared.”
Sensing that the tears were heading into wail territory, Cristina panicked. “Okay, okay, cool it with the waterworks, Meredith. You got what you wanted. McDreamy wants to marry you and make you his McWife so you can live Happily Ever McAfter. This is what we had to listen to you whine about all those months he was with Addison. Now that you finally have it, you’re going to whine some more? No!” Cristina stood up, her voice firm. “Grow up, Grey.”
Meredith’s lip trembled as more tears fell silent, unheeded, down her cheeks. She licked them from the corners of her mouth as she considered Cristina’s words. What was the alternative? If it was breaking up with Derek, living without him, moving on to someone or something else, she’d rather die. Literally, die. There was no life worth living if he wasn’t in it. And what would be so bad about marriage anyway? Cristina was right that it could be on her terms. Just because it was bad for basically everyone who she has ever known didn’t mean it would be bad for her. She loved Derek more than humanly possible. She wanted to go home to him every night. She wanted him coming home to her. She didn’t want to have to spend another night crying and tossing and turning because he wasn’t holding her. She wanted his smile and his laugh and his eyes and his voice and his smell and his touch and his kiss and the way she felt when she was with him - she wanted all of it, all of him, forever.
She laughed. God, was it really that simple? All that freaking out for her to have this epiphany at four A.M. when she was so hung-over and feeling like shit she could barely function? Why it couldn’t have come two nights ago when Derek had put his heart on the line, she didn’t know. But she knew she had to return the favor. She had to grow up. it was time. “You’re right,” she whispered softly, bringing her eyes up to look at Cristina. “I have this great, amazing, hot, gorgeous neurosurgeon who for some miracle actually loves me! And wants to spend the rest of his life with me!” A dagger of realization slivered into her gut, filling her to bursting with hope. Rising to her feet, Meredith grabbed her bag.
“Where are you going?” Cristina asked, sliding her stethoscope over her head as she regarded her best friend with confusion.
“Um . . .” Where was he? “Fort Lauderdale.” Saying the words made it real. She grinned. Yeah. It was going to be okay. She was really going to do this.
“Who’s in Fort Lauderdale?” Cristina frowned, even more confused now.
Grinning, Meredith rushed toward the door, calling over her shoulder, “Derek!”
I mean, its 2 years into the future. Meredith can't be this emotionally terrified forever. hahaha. And I kind of wanted Cristina to actually push Meredith to do something for herself for once because, towards the end of last season, I felt like Cristina was being very Meredith in terms of how self-absorbed she was. Anyway, I digress. Um, more to come!!!:)
Pairing: Meredith & Derek
Show: Grey's Anatomy
Timeline: Post 3.22/23 The Other Side of This Life
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Shonda Rhimes. Not Me.
This story gets about one chapter longer each time I start writing more. haha. So, yah. Still won't be super long or anything but. yah. LOL.
Part Five
When Derek thankfully finally arrived at his hotel, he wanted nothing more than to call Meredith and take a nap - in that order. But, he checked in and found out that he had a Welcome Dinner to attend, at least briefly, and knew it was the perfect opportunity to hand out some business cards, talk some brain, do the whole neurosurgeon bit. He considered blowing the whole shindig off and ordering a bunch of movies on pay-per-view, raiding the mini-fridge, getting drunk on some insultingly overpriced little nip of alcohol and phoning his girlfriend to beg her to marry him - that sort of thing instead.
But then he remembered Meredith was mad at him - or something - and he needed to give her more space. Considering he’d just proposed marriage to a woman who was terrified of change, he knew it was the very least he could do. And he decided he didn’t want to be stuck alone in his room aching for her and the life they could have. So Derek showered and changed quickly and headed down to the hotel bar for a drink before dinner.
Sighing as he sat down, not even bothering - or caring - to take in his surroundings, he ordered his usual double scotch single malt and patiently waited for the bartender to prepare it.
“Derek?”
A vaguely familiar voice calling his name inspired him to turn in search of its source. A tall, lanky, light-haired man in a dark grey suit and crisp powder blue tie was inspecting him with narrowed cerulean eyes, sharp cheekbones made even more acute by the frown fixed upon his face.
“Jim?”
The man broke out into a huge grin, bearing a familiar wide, white smile. Derek grinned as well, rising off the stool to greet his former colleague. “Hey, how are you man?” Jim patted Derek on the back amicably as they briefly hugged.
“I’m good, I’m good, how are you? And Nan and the kids?”
Jim’s huge smile tripled in size at the mention of his family. “They’re good, great. Cam just started his first semester at Cornell - pre-med.”
“Wow.” Derek stepped back, truly amazed. The last time he had seen Jim Edison, a fellow neurosurgeon with whom he had worked at New York Presbyterian before starting his private practice with Mark, his oldest son, Cameron, was in Little League. Cameron had always looked up to his father, who worked alongside Derek operating and teaching at the University Hospital for Columbia and Cornell much the way Derek still operated - and taught - at Seattle Grace today. And now, Cameron was a freshman at the same university his father works at, following in his footsteps like he always said he would. “Time really flies, huh?”
Jim nodded wistfully. “Yeah, yeah it does.” They walked back toward the bar, where, thankfully, Derek’s scotch was still waiting. Jim ordered a beer and turned to regard his former colleague. “How’s Addison?”
Derek paused, immediately reminded once again how long it’d been since he and Jim had seen one another. “Uh, Addison and I-”
“Reconciliation didn’t work, huh?” Jim frowned sympathetically. “Sorry to hear it, man.”
Derek smiled slightly, shrugging. “Thanks, but, uh, we’ve been divorced for over two years now and . . . well . . . I’m with someone else, so . . .”
Jim nodded, huge white teeth on display with a wolfish grin. “That chick who was your intern?”
Derek raised a brow, looking at his old friend pointedly. “How do you know that?”
Jim shrugged. “You know Nan works in the same building as Kathleen.” His wife Nancy’s alternative medicine practice was in the same building as his sister’s mental health practice on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. And, evidently, his sister had been spreading his business to anyone who would listen and anyone, apparently, included Jim’s wife.
Derek sighed, rolling his eyes as he took a sip of his scotch. “Her name is Meredith,” he offered. “And she’s not my intern anymore.”
“Well good for you man. You didn’t bring her along this weekend?”
He shook his head, staring down at his drink. Any other time he’d love to brag to an old friend from his old life in New York about how fantastic his new life with his new girlfriend in Seattle was, but tonight his heart just wasn’t into it. The last time he’d seen Jim, a man who was married with children, he had been married himself. And now, now he just had a girlfriend. He hated himself for wanting more than that, for not being able to settle for less any longer, and he hated himself for feeling so miserable without her. “She’s not neuro, she’s general.”
“Ahhh,” Jim said, taking a long pull from his beer, sighing contentedly as he set the bottle back onto the bar. “Well, Nan’s flying out tomorrow. We’ll get two whole days at the beach before we have to get back to work.”
Derek smiled, wistful. “That sounds nice.”
Jim eyed Derek cautiously. “Maybe you should fly your lady out too.”
He sighed, shaking his head slowly as he gulped more scotch. “Nah. This kind of thing isn’t really Meredith’s scene.” Although he was sure she’d enjoy a few hours lounging in the sun, something told him after his post-coital proposal the night before she wouldn’t be too keen on joining him now.
He and Jim enjoyed another drink talking and reminiscing about the past, and Derek didn’t think about Meredith once. In fact, he went through the entire dinner with not even so much as a passing thought of her at home, probably still hating him, in Seattle. It wasn’t until much later, when he finally retired to his room, that thoughts of her bombarded him from all sides. He showered, had some jellybeans from the minibar, ordered a movie on pay-per-view, climbed into bed, tried to relax, tried to not miss her.
But he dreamt of her. Dreamt that he was inside of her, making love to her, and they were naked and sweaty and gasping and laughing as they rolled around on the bed. Her hair was soft and smelled sweet as it pooled out beneath her on the pillow, her eyes big and dilated and hazy, lips parted, trembling. She was gorgeous; she was sexy; she was his. They moved together and came together, snuggling as one under the sheets.
He woke reaching for her and almost cried out when he realized where he was, where she was, where they were in their relationship. Fort Lauderdale. Seattle. Completely lost. He didn’t want to think about her, he didn’t want to miss her. He had meetings all day and a planned dinner with his mother and sisters, he needed his rest.
Instead, he lay awake, staring at the ceiling, thinking of her, missing her, aching for her. All night long.
~
Meredith wasn’t sure what made her feel worse - the pounding headache or the absolute lack of sleep she had received the evening before. Second night in a row she’d tried - and failed - to sleep without Derek beside her, spooning her into unconsciousness. She was so used to him stroking her hair, his palm covering her stomach, his breath tickling the back of her neck, his warm, sexy voice lulling her to sleep. Instead, she’d tossed and turned and cried and cursed and whined and didn’t rest a wink.
And now, it was four A.M. and she had to go into work for a 36 hour shift. Awesome.
“You look like shit,” Cristina said loudly as Meredith moved, slowly, languidly into the locker room.
She didn’t even bother to roll her eyes. “Thanks,” Meredith said sarcastically, plopping down in front of her locker. She pulled out a tiny tin of asprin, popped two onto her palm and dropped them into her mouth, swallowing without water.
“Seriously, what happened in the two days since I saw you?”
Meredith glowered up at her best friend angrily. “Nothing.”
Cristina rolled her eyes. “Please, Meredith, this is me. That whole smoldery-anger bullshit doesn’t work with me.” Sitting down beside her, Cristina peered into Meredith’s eyes. “You miss McDreamy already? He just left!”
The way Meredith flinched at the mention of her boyfriend didn’t go unnoticed by Cristina. “What did the McBastard do?”
“Nothing!” Meredith cried quickly - too quickly.
“You want to tell me and you know it. Otherwise you wouldn’t’ have come moping in here with that long sad puppy dog face.”
Meredith sneered at her friend, rolling her eyes as she looked away, pouting. “Derek proposed.”
Cristina stared at her blankly. “I’m sorry?” She blinked - once. “What?”
Groaning, Meredith turned away. “You heard me!” The sound of her friend laughing drew Meredith’s head back around to glare at her. “Why are you laughing?”
“So Derek proposed, you freaked out, went on a bender and are currently nursing a hangover, right?”
She ignored how well her friend knew her, deciding to focus on that later, and instead said, “I don’t know what he was thinking.”
“Usually when one proposes they’re thinking something like . . . they want to spend the rest of their lives with that person.”
Meredith looked sharply at Cristina, not appreciating her sarcasm at all. “You freaked out when Burke proposed too!”
Cristina rolled her eyes coolly. “I did not freak out. And I didn’t go on any bender either. What’s the real problem here, Meredith?”
Blowing out a long, deep breath, Meredith stared glumly at her hands. A ring would look nice there, she decided. And she hated herself for noticing it, for almost . . . wanting it. Because wanting it . . . “I’m afraid,” she finally admitted, looking up and over at her person.
“Of what?”
“Things are - were - so perfect between us and, just . . . every example of marriage that I’ve ever seen, I don’t want. I don’t want what my parents had, what George and Callie had, what the Chief had, what Derek and Addison had, what you and Burke-” She bit her tongue. “I’m sorry. But I don’t want that for me.”
“So then don’t have that! All of those people aren’t you, Meredith. And they’re not Derek. Burke and I did it our own way. We compromised. I didn’t want the huge wedding so we got married at City Hall. All I had to do was settle for his mother throwing us a huge party for over five hundred people.” Her voice took on a bitter tone as she remembered all the stress and fights and fake smiles she’d had to put on when Mama had been planning the reception. “I don’t wear a ring and Burke does. And, you know, we’re happy. Sort of.”
Meredith looked up, catching Cristina’s eye quickly. Something about her tone set her off. “Sort of?”
Cristina sighed. She thought of changing the subject, continuing with the lie, whatever. But since it was so Goddamned early and they were the only two in the locker room, in the spirit of honesty, she told the truth. “Burke wants kids.”
Meredith’s jaw dropped. “What?”
Cristina nodded, her lips pursed. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Shocking, huh?”
She laughed. “No, Cristina. I mean, I could have told you Burke wanted kids. I’m just surprised you’ve been married this long and you’re just bringing this up to one another?”
“Now Burke’s comfortable. He’s settled. He’s got the wife - he wants the kids. I want the career. I don’t want the kids.”
Meredith frowned. “So what are you going to do?”
Cristina shrugged, sensing anything she said about her life Meredith would look too much into for her own. “That’s not the point. The point is Derek proposed. What are you going to do?”
Biting her lip, she looked down at her hands again. “I don’t want to lose him.”
“Did he tell you if you didn’t’ marry him you would?”
Suddenly her view of her hands was blurred and she looked up at her friend with tears in her eyes. “Kind of.”
Sighing, Cristina placed a supportive hand on her knee. “Meredith - you can’t keep running forever.”
Sucking back a sob, she nodded, wiping her eyes. “I know. I’m just so scared.”
Sensing that the tears were heading into wail territory, Cristina panicked. “Okay, okay, cool it with the waterworks, Meredith. You got what you wanted. McDreamy wants to marry you and make you his McWife so you can live Happily Ever McAfter. This is what we had to listen to you whine about all those months he was with Addison. Now that you finally have it, you’re going to whine some more? No!” Cristina stood up, her voice firm. “Grow up, Grey.”
Meredith’s lip trembled as more tears fell silent, unheeded, down her cheeks. She licked them from the corners of her mouth as she considered Cristina’s words. What was the alternative? If it was breaking up with Derek, living without him, moving on to someone or something else, she’d rather die. Literally, die. There was no life worth living if he wasn’t in it. And what would be so bad about marriage anyway? Cristina was right that it could be on her terms. Just because it was bad for basically everyone who she has ever known didn’t mean it would be bad for her. She loved Derek more than humanly possible. She wanted to go home to him every night. She wanted him coming home to her. She didn’t want to have to spend another night crying and tossing and turning because he wasn’t holding her. She wanted his smile and his laugh and his eyes and his voice and his smell and his touch and his kiss and the way she felt when she was with him - she wanted all of it, all of him, forever.
She laughed. God, was it really that simple? All that freaking out for her to have this epiphany at four A.M. when she was so hung-over and feeling like shit she could barely function? Why it couldn’t have come two nights ago when Derek had put his heart on the line, she didn’t know. But she knew she had to return the favor. She had to grow up. it was time. “You’re right,” she whispered softly, bringing her eyes up to look at Cristina. “I have this great, amazing, hot, gorgeous neurosurgeon who for some miracle actually loves me! And wants to spend the rest of his life with me!” A dagger of realization slivered into her gut, filling her to bursting with hope. Rising to her feet, Meredith grabbed her bag.
“Where are you going?” Cristina asked, sliding her stethoscope over her head as she regarded her best friend with confusion.
“Um . . .” Where was he? “Fort Lauderdale.” Saying the words made it real. She grinned. Yeah. It was going to be okay. She was really going to do this.
“Who’s in Fort Lauderdale?” Cristina frowned, even more confused now.
Grinning, Meredith rushed toward the door, calling over her shoulder, “Derek!”
I mean, its 2 years into the future. Meredith can't be this emotionally terrified forever. hahaha. And I kind of wanted Cristina to actually push Meredith to do something for herself for once because, towards the end of last season, I felt like Cristina was being very Meredith in terms of how self-absorbed she was. Anyway, I digress. Um, more to come!!!:)