"Derek?" I say into his neck, "We have a problem."

Its been three months since my last treatment of chemo and we're living together, Derek and I, in his trailer in the woods that he never sold. He even tried to teach me to fish, both hands wrapped loosely around me, guiding my arm.

We ended up doing other things.


"Derek! We. Have. A problem."


"Derek," I hiss, "you're crushing me."

"Mhmm," he mumbles, motionless.

"Now you're just faking it."

"Mhmm," he says, a grin plastered lazily across his face.


"No. I like crushing you."

"I don't."

"Obviously. Did you know it was four in the afternoon?"

I push him frantically off me, "Damnit, I'm late for my meeting with Mark!"

"Nah, you aren't. I was just kidding."

"Damnit, Derek!"

"Just last week you seduced me, which caused me to be three hours late for work. I think I earned the right to tease you."

"I did not seduce you."

"You're always seducing me, Grey," he says, flipping me over onto my back. I giggle, letting it be swallowed by his mouth while I run my fingers through his hair.

"What can I say?" I whisper as we pull apart, "Your seduceable."


"That's you."

"You couldn't come up with something better?"

I give him a pout.

"I'm just saying, there are millions of words out there, actual un-made-up words that you could have used."

"Un-made-up? Um, Webster? I don't think that's a word."

"Shut up."

We both laugh, pushing off each other to get up.

"Ugh," I mutter, pressing the back of my hand to my forehead.

"Are you okay?" he asks, concerned.

"Yeah, yeah…I'm fine, just…tired."

"You don't sound fine…"

"It's fine Derek!" I snap unintentionally.

"Oh no," Derek says, throwing up his hands.

He knows not to take it personally.


"You said fine. We both know that when you say fine, things are really bad."

"That's not true," I protest, falling back onto the bed.

"Let me give you a history lesson. Marriage, affair, cancer, do you want me to go on?"

"Fine. So I'm not fine, what's the big deal, I can't be 'not fine'?"

"Considering the fact that we're living in a shoebox and whatever you're feeling I'm feeling…"

"It's nothing. Can I make you some coffee?"

"No, because you'll steal some."


"You're a doctor."


"So, you're pregnant and you can't have coffee."

"I hate you Derek," I mumble, stomping to the airplane-sized bathroom.

"That's just the hormones," Derek calls after me lightly, "Now tell me what's wrong."

"It's morning sickness, okay? Nothing bad, nothing scary, nothing dark and twisty, it's just morning sickness."

"So why didn't you tell me right away?"

"Because it's early and you were being an ass."

"Fair enough."

I give myself a small smile in the mirror as Derek falls silent, watching the woman in front of me. I hear him opening drawers and pulling out clothes, hear the quiet sounds of him pulling a wife-beater over his head, of him zipping his jeans.

Everything's changed so much, it's strange to think that in this trailer with Derek, I feel most like Meredith Grey. With him I feel like I can do whatever; be as sarcastic and bitter as I want and he'll still love me. Here, I feel like me.

Not in New York City, not at the hospital, not with my friends, not even alone.

Here, with Derek, is home.

AN: The end!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm thinking about a sequel, called, surprise surprise- From Seattle to New York. I don't know if I'll have enough material though so it's still kind of up in the air…watch for it, though!!!