Disclaimer: All day my mind has been screaming "One week. One week. One week." so no original and funny disclaimer from me. Sorry. Hell if this chapter hadn't already been planned it probably wouldn't be being written. But yeah don't own Grey's. Also don't own e e cummings though I used his poem. Also don't own the Bible . . .well I own a Bible, but not "the" Bible.

So, this is being updated, and people are still waiting on Season 3 but see, things keep coming up. Crazy things. Like yesterday, I was going to spend all my time at school working on it …but then this guy emailed me. This guy that writes for the Wall Street Journal. Yeah, the Wall Street Journal. Maybe you've heard of it. Well they are doing a story on fan fiction and he stumbled upon me. Little old me, from small crappy city in Ontario. And he wants to include me in the story. Me. So he and I emailed back and forth all day, doing the interview over the internet. Seemingly I'm far more famous than I ever expected. It's supposed to be in this Saturday's paper, and although it may get moved (he warned me it might) and for all I know he may decide not to include me, feel free to go check it out. Because, well . . . me. . .in the freaking Wall Street Journal.

Other things that come up? Yeah, Season 2 DVD is damn distracting.

But here it is . . . the final chapter of this story, though it may not be the final but we'll talk more about that later. It was supposed to be posted last night but it got far too lengthy to finish in a night so here it is now.

This one is going to flip back and forth perspective wise. And may end up being lengthy. And it's the (drum roll please) WEDDING!




Derek's mom fiddles with your veil. Izzie is trying to wipe a smudge of something off your cheek. Natalie is trying to fix the bottom of your skirt. And Cristina stands there, looking annoyed.

"People, get off her. Give her some breathing room." Cristina says, actually pulling Izzie away from you. You give Cristina a look of complete appreciation. This is why she's your maid of honour, even if she did moan and groan about the dress and the sentimental side.

"But she has to look perfect," Izzie says, in a way that would make you swear it might be here wedding instead of yours.

"Hell, she's marrying Derek. She could walk out in a paper bag and he'd still think she was gorgeous. That man is a complete sap." Cristina says rolling her eyes.

"But they'll have to look at the pictures. Forever. Their kids, their grandkids. They have to live with these pictures forever." Izzie attempts to insist.

"She has to live with Derek forever; I think they can deal with some less than perfect pictures." Natalie cuts in.

"Don't be silly, darling. Meredith looks perfect."

They're doing that thing again. That thing that people seem to like doing with you. That talking about you like you weren't actually there, like you weren't an actual person standing with them. It used to be because you were so miserable they didn't know how to talk to you about being miserable. Now it must be you were too happy to be talked to about being happy. Today it didn't annoy you as much.

Today nothing annoyed you as much.

"I'm marrying Derek," you whisper to your own image in the mirror, not expecting the others, who were now full out arguing to hear you.

But they do.

Mrs. Shepherd comes and stands beside you and gives you a quick squeeze around the shoulders. "Yes, you are. Today you join our family."

Before you get a chance to respond Dr. Richard Webber enters the trailer, making the cramped area feel more crowded. "Ready to go?" he asks you, holding his arm out in your direction.

With unexpected butterflies in your stomach you walk towards him.


You're not a man that usually feels many nerves. For a living you cut open people skulls and play with their brains, so it takes a lot to make you nervous. Even more for you to actually admit to it. But today, today you were nervous. Butterflies in your stomach like you had never experienced before. You watch as Cristina takes her place at the front of the church and clear your throat, hoping to scare some of those butterflies out. You feel a hand rest on your shoulder and turn around to see your best man, Mark, giving you an encouraging smile. You go to say something to him.

But then the music changes. A guitar playing Can't Help Falling in Love with You fills the area of your land that you stand on.

And then you look up to find Meredith turning the corner around the trees that had been keeping her hidden.

And you forget to be nervous.

Hell you forget to breath.

You'd say she looks beautiful, but somehow that word doesn't seem strong enough to describe how she looks. She's glowing, absolutely glowing. The dress she chose was flowing and white, not anything overly big, but simple. And charming. Her hair falls softly around her face and a small veil rests on her head. It's exactly how you had expected her to look. But not.

Because not even you could imagine her looking this good.

Suddenly you feel tears in your eyes and attempt to blink them back. You hadn't expected to cry but not this early.

Her eyes are only on you as she walks towards you and Richard places her arm in yours and you feel your heart skip a beat.


You have finally found exactly where you are meant to be.

You're hers.

"Ladies and gentleman, we are gathered here today . . ." the priest starts, however you are far too busy staring into your beautiful bride's tear filled eyes to pay too much attention.


In all the rush of planning your own wedding, you had forgotten the fact that you hated them in general.

There you stood in front of everyone, Derek's hand gently holding yours, listening to the priest drone on and on, and all you really wanted to do was get to the end of this. So Derek could kiss you and you could be his wife. Because you didn't care so much about this ceremony, you just wanted to be his wife.

And all that night of the wedding stuff would be fun.

But then Cristina got up to do the reading you had allowed her to choose.

Of all the people you had possibly thought could make you cry, you would have never put money on Cristina.

But there she was standing, looking way too soft and gooey to be the Cristina you knew and loved. And you felt like crying.

"I carry your heart with me, I carry it in my heart. I am never without it, wherever I go, you go my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling. I fear no fate, for you are my fate, my sweet. I want no world, for beautiful you are my world, my true. And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you. Here is the deepest secret nobody knows, here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than a soul can hope or mind can hide, and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart. . . I carry your heart, I carry it in my heart."

Did Derek just sob? Okay well not sob, but make that choked up crying noise that sounded far too sexy when he did it. Was Derek really crying?

You watch as Cristina takes her place yet again beside you and see her eyes look watery as well. Cristina Yang was crying.

This was odd.

And than you feel a tear track it's way down your cheek and realize that you're crying as well.

Because you are finally marrying the man that has carried your heart since the first time you met him at Emerald City bar.


Cristina Yang had made you cry. Not tear up like most men do on their wedding day, actually cry.

Because she had read that poem.

That poem you had printed up and framed soon after you had gotten back to Seattle. The poem that hung above both the bed at Meredith's and the bed in the trailer. The poem that would be the first thing put into your new home after the honeymoon.

That poem had meant so much to both of you.

You just hadn't expected Cristina to know that.

Mark slaps you on the back as he makes his way to the front, to do his reading and you wonder exactly how he was planning to top that.

"Thank Cristina, for stealing all the thunder, but here it goes." He clears his throat. "Love is always patient and kind; it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited; it is never rude or selfish; it does not take offense and it is not resentful. Love take's no pleasure in other people's sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end."

Okay, he didn't top it, but he came damn close, you think as you blink back tears.

And you feel Meredith's hand tremble in yours which draws your attention back in her directions. Her eyes are swimming with tears and yet she is smiling in a way you had never really experienced seeing before. She is smiling in a way that makes her all that more beautiful, and if you weren't already head over heels in that moment you would have been.

And then you realize exactly what that smile is.

She's happy. Really, truly, completely happy.

All the problems she had to fight through didn't matter anymore, not in this moment, not to her. Because she was standing wearing white in front of a priest, her hand clasped in hers, about to recite her wedding vows.

She was happy because love did always endure, love never ended.


You take a deep breath, hoping to steady yourself, realizing it will be a miracle if you can get through this without bursting into tears. You had spent months perfecting these vows and now you were trying to find the strength to actually say them.

"Derek," you start, on a voice that sounds far to wobbly and you try again. "Derek," Okay, that sounded better. "When people say true love follows' a bumpy path, I think they're talking about us. That night, years ago, when I met you at Joe's, I thought I was never going to see you again. I would never have predicted standing here today, nor the path that got us here. Seriously, all I remember about that night was the way your touch sent chills down my spine."

Derek laughs gently and tilts his head and sends you a pretty damn perfect McDreamy look. You just respond with a stern look of your own. That damn look of his is not going to help the whole not crying situation.

"Years later and your touch still gives me the same chill. Derek, you're it for me. Always have been. So today I promise to stand by you forever. Because at the end of a long and hard day, there is no where else I'd rather be."

Derek is tearing up now, and you feel tears prick your own eyes. Damn Derek.

"I promise to laugh with you and cry with you. To fall asleep beside you every night, and to wake up beside you every morning. To support you and encourage you. To be there when you save a life, and to be there when you can't save one. I promise to always be a part of you and the best of me. And half of us. Today I promise to be your partner forever."

Derek lets go of one of your hands and reaches up and wipes a tear off your cheek, his hand sending those chills racing down your back and it's all you can but fall into his arms.

"Derek, I promise to grow old with you, to be with you for every day until we can't be together. And even than, I promise to find you again. Derek today I promise you forever. "

You're surprised at how clear your voice is.

"And if you ever feel the need to run away again, I promise I'm running with you."


You stand their trying to pull your voice together as you silently curse yourself for letting Meredith say her vows first, because you couldn't think you could speak after she had stood there and promised you forever.

Damn Meredith.

"Meredith, my whole life I've been searching for something, and before you I had thought I had found everything, and yet I still felt like I was searching. And then you sat down beside me at Joe's. Or I sat beside you. Someone sat beside someone. At that moment, I stopped. I just knew, I completely stopped."

Her hands tremble in yours so you squeeze them just a bit tighter.

"So today, I swear my soul to you. You are the only place my soul belongs. I have been yours entirely since the first hello, and today I make it official. I promise to be yours for eternity. Meredith you are my fate, you are my everything. And I promise to stand beside you through thick and thin, to always be there for you. I promise you keep that smile on your face and to fill your life with happiness. I promise to kiss you good morning and kiss you good night every day. I promise to always make time for you. I promise to never leave you, never abandon you. I promise to always be on your side."

Meredith lets go of one of your hands and reaches up and wipes a tear off you cheek, her hand sending chills down your back, having the same affect on you as you seemingly had on her.

"Meredith, I promise to grow old with you, to be with you for every day until we can't be together. And even than, I promise to find you again. Meredith, today I promise you forever."

Okay, so you had stolen that bit from her vows but it just sounded and felt so right. And it was better than what you had thought of.

"And I promise to love you a little more each night we climb into bed together than I did that morning when we woke up."


The priest is talking now but you really aren't listening. Because he's staring at you, right into you actually. And his eyes are filled with tears and a smile is stretched across his face. All you want is to lean forward and kiss him but you know you have to wait.

Because now he's holding a ring out towards you and it's his turn to speak

"Meredith, I give you this ring as a sign of my love and my faithfulness to you."

And now you hold a ring towards him and repeat the same words.

"Derek, I give you this ring as a sign of my love and my faithfulness to you."

You bite your lip, hoping to hold tears back because you hadn't planned on crying through your wedding. Only sappy people cried through weddings. People like Izzie cried during weddings. You were not supposed to be crying.

Derek is talking again.

"Meredith, wear this ring as a sign of my love and the giving that will last the rest of my life."

"Derek, wear this ring as a sign of my love and the giving that will last the rest of my life."

"Receive and wear this ring as a symbol of my trust, my respect and my love of you."

"Receive and wear this ring as a symbol of my trust, my respect and my love of you."

"I give you this ring, as I give you myself, with love and affection. Wear it in peace always. I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am and all that I have, I honour you."

"I give you this ring, as I give you myself, with love and affection. Wear it in peace always. I give you this ring as a symbol of my vow, and with all that I am and all that I have, I honour you."

And then he's holding the ring up to your finger and placing it gently around the top. "With this ring, I marry you, pledging my loyalty, love and life." And now he's slipping the ring down your finger to meet the engagement ring already sitting there. "With this ring . . . with this ring I thee wed: with my, my body I thee worship and with all my worldly good I thee endow."

Oh, shit, Derek could barely make it through his speech, how exactly were you supposed to get through yours. But really, you have no choice, other than not marrying him, and that's never been an option.

So you hold the ring up to his finger and begin your words, whispering them through your tears, willing yourself not to choke. "With this ring I marry you, ple . . .pledging my loy . . .loyalty, l-love and life." Okay, you're going to lose it.

And then he squeezes your hand, the one that's not holding the ring, the one that is still placed in his. And he quietly whispers a nearly silent shh, and somehow you manage to calm down. "W-with this ring I thee wed: w-with my b-body I thee worship and with all my worldly goods I-I thee endow."

And then it was over. The priest was bidding you good luck and announcing you husband and wife. You were married to Derek.

"Derek, you can now – finally – kiss the bride."


And then you were kissing her.

And beyond thankful that you had decided not to get married in a church because the way you were kissing her was far too inappropriate to take place in a church.

But you don't care.

Because Meredith is your wife.

And today the salty flavour of tears is mixed in with the usual sweetness of your Meredith. And it makes her irresistible and all you want to do is stand there and kiss her.

Screw the fact tears are running down your own face.

Screw the fact that you can hear the men making cat calls, the woman laughing and your mother clearing her throat.

Because Meredith is your wife.

And that's all that matters.

But eventually you pull away. Because not pulling away, well it would lead to bad things. Fun but bad things. Things that involve you ripping that dress right off of her, and taking her down to the ground and making her scream. In front of everyone and regardless of what anyone would think. Because today she tastes and feels like heaven.

Because Meredith is your wife.

"Ladies and gentleman, I'm pleased to finally announce Mr. and Mrs. Dr. Derek Shepherd."

And then you are walking down the aisle with her, your hands clasped tightly together and all your friends blow bubbles in your direction, cheering for the fact that you and Meredith had finally made it. You were finally married to the only person you had ever really wanted to be with.

You start running, pulling her behind you, hoping to steal a moment alone before the pictures and the congratulations starts. Right now all you wanted to do was be alone with her. So you round the trees that she had come out from behind earlier. And pull her towards you.

"I love you," you whisper, kissing her softly. "I love you," you repeat again, kissing her a tiny bit harder. "Oh god, I love you." You kiss her again.

"I love you too," she whispers back, laughing a little at your happiness. "I love you too."

And you kiss her again.

Because Meredith is your wife.

See, I told you it was a long chapter. But I make no apologies because it was Derek and Meredith's wedding. It can be long, it should be long.

As I said, this probably won't be the last chapter, I'm keeping it going for you guys. But there will be a hiatus. Because I have some serious work to get done on Season 3. Plus the two other stories I have in my head. I don't know if I will finish them before coming back to this one, it will depend on how they go. But I will come back to this eventually. Promise. So be patient, it's not done.

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