So all good things must come to an end, and sadly, this good thing is ending. Yes, this is the last chapter. I'm sad too.

Cristina's face grew pale. "About that . . ."

Burke frowned at her suspiciously. "What?"

"Well . . ." Cristina began. "Alex and George slashed your tires!" she suddenly blurted out.

"What?" Alex exclaimed.

"It was you," George objected.

Burke raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "You did what?" His gaze was focused only on Cristina. He knew her well enough not to fall for the blaming others routine.

"I said Alex and George did it!" Cristina protested.

"You did say that. But I don't believe you," Burke explained.

"Nice try, Cris," Meredith giggled from Derek's lap.

"Stay out of this, Mer," Cristina snapped before turning on Alex and George. "You two were totally involved. Admit it."

"I was always against the plan," George stated.

"Okay, fine, I was in on it," Alex admitted. "But, Cristina, it was definitely your idea and you were definitely the one who did the deed."

"Wait a minute!" Meredith suddenly realized. "That's what you guys were doing when you disappeared yesterday. Why did you do that? And why the hell didn't you let me in on it?"

Alex chuckled. "There's a reason for all of it, Grey."

"This sounds like a good story. Let's hear it." Derek didn't so much give a suggestion as an order.

"You two!" Cristina exclaimed. "That's the reason. You'd be out here all alone and get back together. But that's apparently already done."

"It is," Derek agreed, hugging Meredith closer and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"So now all I've done is set up another sex day for you two," Cristina moaned. "The plan totally failed."

Burke suddenly started laughing loudly, and it was contagious to the point that everyone but Cristina was nearly crying form laughing about how ridiculous the situation really was.

"Nice one, Yang," Joe chuckled, once he could be understood through the laughter.

"Shut up!" Cristina cried.

Meredith reached out and put her hand on Cristina's arm. "Thank you, Cristina," she said quite sincerely. "I appreciate that you'd do that for me."

Of course, Cristina did her best to minimize the emotion. "Yeah, whatever . . . just don't be too bright and shiny. One Izzie is enough."

"Don't worry. Dark and twisty me isn't going anywhere," Meredith giggled.

"You wouldn't be you without that side," Derek agreed, rubbing his nose in her hair.

"McDreamy, seriously, don't make me vomit. I had enough with that 'making love' shit last night," Cristina groaned.

Her eyes narrowing, Meredith questioned, "How the hell do you know about that?"

Cristina jumped up from her chair. "I have to pack. Have fun today, Mer." She ran towards her tent almost before the words had left her mouth.

Meredith shook her head, and leaned back into Derek, too relaxed and too happy to really care.

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Derek snuck yet another glace to the women beside him before he cast his fishing line into the river. Finally, he was having the relaxing camping trip he had come for. But it was so much better because everything he had needed to work out had come together on its own, and in the most perfect way. He had Meredith again, and he was coming to realize that that was the most important thing in the world. And she was saying words like house and forever. Truly it could get no better.

He reeled his line in all the way, before casting it out all the way again. He loved fly fishing, and he was so happy he had this extra time out here. After Cristina's actions had been revealed, they had decided that Meredith and Derek would stay for the day, and that Burke would come back to pick them up in the late evening. Once everyone else had left, they had spent the morning in his tent, revealing in the fact that Meredith could scream as loud as she wanted and no one would tease them. And now, they had come to the river for a light picnic lunch and fishing. The morning chill had yielded to the heat of the day and it was a gorgeous day. Perfect. Everything was perfect.

"Okay, my arm really hurts," Meredith complained finally.

Derek chuckled. In actuality, he was amazed the she had put up with fishing for so long. "We can go back now."

"No, it's okay," Meredith countered. "I'll go lay in the sun for a while. I could use a nap."

"You sure?"

She nodded. "And I'm really pale. I suppose living in a hospital does that."

Derek laughed again, and kissed her before she went over to the blanket they had had their lunch on.

Sighing in happiness, Derek cast his line back into the river, watching the nearly invisible string dance across the water. His mind was completely at peace as he reeled in back in. It was a wonderful change.

After casting his line again, Derek glanced back at Meredith, and nearly dropped his fishing pole in shock. She was on her back lying on the blanket with her eyes closed, as he had expected. What shocked him, though, was the fact that her clothes were in a neat pile to one side and she was completely naked.

"Meredith!" he gasped in surprise.

"What?" She turned her head lazily towards him and opened her eyes.

"You're naked," he stated bluntly.

"You don't usually complain about that," she teased.

"I'm not complaining," he immediately clarified. "I'm just surprised."

"Well, this is probably the only time this summer I'll be outside like this, and I am not getting tan lines," she explained, with a cute frown on her face.

Derek nodded. "Okay." After a moment, he added, "God, you are beautiful."

Meredith smiled sweetly. "I know you think that."

"Because you are."

"Okay, less lookin and more fishin," Meredith quipped.

Laughing, Derek managed to draw his eyes away and go back to fishing. But it was painfully hard not to run over and kiss her everywhere. She was damn tempting even with clothes on.

After fishing for another half an hour, all the while stealing glancing at what was truly a sleeping beauty, Derek put down his pole, and stripped before lying down next to Meredith. She was sleeping soundly, as noted by the cute little snores, and Derek couldn't bring himself to wake her. Beside, he himself was a little too sleepy for sex.

So instead, Derek lay close beside her, draping an arm across her body and nuzzling his face into her neck, and fell asleep.

Derek woke to the sensations of the warm sun on his bare backside and fingers playing in his hair. With a content sigh, he looked up into Meredith's beautiful eyes, and smiled.

"Hey, sleepyhead," she murmured.

"Hey yourself." He leaned up on his arms so that he could hover half over her, and kiss her lips.

"I'm mad at you," she announced in a tone that didn't sound the least bit angry.

"Why?"

"Because your arm is going to give me a crazy tan line across my stomach," she whined.

His body rumbled with laughter, and he kissed her lips before scooting down to scatter kisses across the aforementioned part of anatomy.

"That's okay," he whispered. "I'm the only person that gets to see your stomach and I'll like the line."

She giggled, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered, delighting in the fact that they could say the words to each other so easily. "I wish we could stay out here longer," he added after a moment.

"Well, that's our fault for having the most time consuming jobs in the world, but we're just going to have to take advantage of you land more often when we get back," she reasoned. "And besides, I think I'd die if I had to go another day without showering."

Derek laughed. "Yeah, you are getting pretty stinky."

"Ass!" she exclaimed with a laugh.

"I am. You smell wonderful." He buried his face into her sweet-smelling neck.

"Okay, now you're lying," Meredith giggled.

"I'm really not," he sighed. "I love the way you smell."

"Hmm," she responded. "How long until we have to pack up?"

"Pretty soon," he responded. But somehow that didn't make him as sad as it could have. Meredith was right that they had his land to use, and he certainly was planning to take her camping again sometime, just the two of them. And somehow he knew that the magical happiness they had discovered on the trip would be there when they got back to Seattle. They had agreed to live together again, and Derek was fully planning to call for a contractor to get started on a house. Everything would still be perfect.

"Is there time for sex?" Meredith asked.

"Meredith, when are you going to realize that there is always time for sex?" Derek teased, rolling more fully on top of her and kissing her lips.

Meredith giggled against his kiss before returning it and opening her mouth for his tongue.

"Hey, Derek?" she panted when they broke the kiss.

"Yeah?"

"I think I like camping."

He grinned in response before going in for another kiss. Yes, everything really was perfect.

There we go. Wouldn't it have been so much better if the show had gone this way? Oh well, that's what fanfiction is for. I hope everyone enjoyed this fic. I know I loved writing it. Maybe someday I'll write a sequel-ish thing where Mer and Der go camping. We'll see.

Please review. Give me your opinions on the chapter and the whole story.