Come Away With Me

A.N: This is the sequel to "The World Spins Madly On," if you haven't read that... I would have to say it might be beneficial for you to read that before reading this story.

Same rules apply here though. None of the episodes that aired after "As We Know It" apply here, and in these stories Dr. Bailey was never pregnant.

This is a Derek/Meredith fanfic, and while other characters will be involved, I've decided to just label it as that.

Also, just want to thank everyone who reviewed the first story. You guys are the reason why I am writing this one. So thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not any part of Grey's Anatomy... even though I really wish I did.


Chapter 1: Absence of Fear

I closed the door quietly, and walked back into the house, hoping that George and Izzie were still asleep because less than 24 hours ago I had slept with Derek... three times. I wasn't ashamed of what I had done and I wasn't afraid to tell them; I just needed to get in bed because sleeping wasn't something Derek and I did when we were together.

Right when I was about to close the door to my room, Izzie opened her door. "Where have you been?"

I turned around and looked at her. "Out."

"We were worried."

"I'm fine." I nodded reassuringly.

"Were you with him?"

"Can't we talk about this in the morning?"

"It is the morning."

"Well, later in the morning."

"You were with him!" Izzie shouted so loudly that George popped his head out his room.

"What's going on?"

"Meredith slept with McDreamy."

George opened his door wider. "Really?"

I stared at them for a moment, and then gave in. "Yes. Okay, I did. But can I just go to sleep because I'm really tired."

"From feeding the beast?" Izzie laughed, and George groaned and told us he was getting back in bed.

"Yes... from all the sex. Now, can I go to sleep?"

Izzie laughed and turned around to walk back into her room, leaving me standing in my doorway. I waited a few seconds and then walked into my room, collapsing on my bed. But I couldn't sleep. I was too happy. Is that possible... for a person to be too happy? Addison was gone, and he was mine. Everything could go back to the way it was, and I was okay with that.


The next morning I heard someone walk into my room. I thought it was just Izzie coming in to wake me up for all the details, but after a few seconds of silence I realized that it wasn't her. I rolled over and opened my eyes.

"You look so innocent when you sleep." His voice sounded tired.

"How'd you get in?" I asked sleepily.

"Izzie let me in," he said as he moved to come lay down next to me in bed, "so we 'fed the beast'?"

I groaned, "Don't get her started."

"How'd you sleep?" He asked as he lazily started to play with my hair.


"You're the one that left."

"I had to go home, or who knows what George and Izzie would have done."

He brought his lips closer to mine and kissed me, "I missed you."

I pushed him onto his back and rolled on top of him, "I missed you too."

He reached up and kissed me, rubbing his hands up and down my back, "What are you doing today?"

"I'm going to visit my Mom."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

I hesitated for a moment. Taking someone to see my mother was not something I was used to doing. It wasn't that I was ashamed to take someone there, it was that I had never had anyone to take there, and as days went on the number of good days she had was slowly decreasing. "I don't know."


I could tell he didn't know what to say, or what to make of what I said. I knew he wouldn't push me on the subject because he knew how sick she was, "I just don't want it to be one of her bad days; I don't want you to have to experience that."

"Meredith, I see it almost every day at the hospital," he sighed.

"I know," I rolled off of him and rested on my side so I could look at him, "but this is my Mom."

"I'm not going to push you. I just want you to know that whether it is a good day or bad day, I'd like to go with you."

Strands of hair fell into his eyes and I looked at him and decided that it was time to let go of my fear of bringing someone to meet my Mom. I smiled at him and gave him a kiss, "You can come."

Gently he reached out to put his hand on my body, running his hand from my waist up to my cheek, "You call that a kiss?"

As I opened my mouth to fight back, he brought his lips to mine and kissed me hard. He rolled on top of me and I let my hands travel around his body before stopping them on his butt.

"Do we have time?"

I started to bring his shirt up his body, loving the feel of his soft skin, "I guess."

"Well, don't let me interrupt your plans for your day off." He began to edge my old Dartmouth shirt up my body.

I raised my arms to accommodate him, feeling a growing sense of anticipation, "You're not."