This first update is in script form, but the rest of this story is paragraph form, I have seen growth in my writing from this to where I am now. I do this TOTALLY for fun. . . This is my first fic and have quite a few updates already written. Hope you enjoy . . .

Disclaimer: I don't own grey's anatomy or any characters on the show. If I did, Meredith and Derek would be happily naked and loving life (and maybe doing surgery on the side).

This fic will have content of the sexual nature and strong language - race car drivers as well as doctors do not have the best language. They also like sex, lots and lots of it. . .

This new fic is Radar Love and I am nervous and excited! I have had this idea for a while and surprised it hasn't been done - or it hasn't to my knowledge.

Thanks to teamder-mer and kdurbs for encouraging me to try this out. . .

I hope to post once a day, but I am in grad school and work full time and sometimes my 3D life gets busy. So, at least every other day. . .

Oh - and this is Maggie's fic land and anything is possible or can happen especially in my racing world. So, sit back and enjoy!

Read and enjoy. I am posting the song lyrics and first chapter . . .

Radar Love
By: Golden Earring

I've been drivin' all night my hand's wet on the wheel
There's a voice in my head that drives my heel
And my baby calls that she needs me here
It's half past four and I'm shifting gear

When she gets lonely and the longing gets too much
She sends a cable comin' in from above
We don't need to talk at all
We got a thing that's called radar love
We got a wave in the air
Radar Love

The Radio's playin' some forgotten song
Brenda Lee's coming on strong
The road has got me hypnotized
And I'm spinning into a new sunrise

When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough
She sends her comfort coming in from above
We don't need a letter at all
We got a thing that's called radar love
We got a line in the sky
Radar Love
No more speed I'm almost there
Gotta keep cool now, gotta take care
Last car to pass here I go
And the line of cars goes down real slow

And the radio played some forgotten song
Brenda Lee's coming on strong
And the newsman sang his same song
Oh one more radar lover gone
When I get lonely and I'm sure I've had enough
She sends her comfort coming in from above
We don't need a letter at all
We got a thing that's called radar love
We got a line in the sky
We got a thing that's called radar love
We got a thing that's called radar love

The smell of the rubber, the smell of the tires, the smell of the track and all that comes with it. . . Something that Derek Shepherd can't live without. Although his parents can't understand his love of racing, it means as much to him as the air he breaths. For years, they have tried to talk him out of racing but they realize it's a useless cause. But what can they say when their son just finished his first year of medical school. They also worry about his lack of social life as he spends all of his time studying or racing. He just can't and won't give either up.

Mark: So, Derek, are you ready tonight?

Derek: Yes, I can't believe I haven't been out on the track racing for a month.

Mark: Well, believe it man. Wow, look at the ladies tonight.

Derek: You are hopeless you know – just concentrate on getting my car ready tonight. I don't need you running off after some female.

Mark: You need to lighten up, get out a little. Don't take racing and school so serious. I swear, it is one or the other, but never fun. Lighten up.

Derek: Yeah, well, when I am making the big bucks, don't come running to me.

Mark: Hey man, I will be right with you except I will be making the world a much more beautiful place. What can be better than playing with breasts all day and making them bigger?

Derek: You really are hopeless. But right now, I want you to make sure everyone in the pit is ready and knows his job tonight. I don't want the problems we had a month ago. When I come in for a pit stop, my tires better be on in record time and you better get your ass in high gear with the gas!

Just about this time, the crew that is stationed beside them starts coming up with their racer, Alex Grey with one of his many women.

Alex: Well, well, what do we have here? Blaming your crew for your loss a month ago? You should know better than that, I am just that good.

Derek: I don't have time for your ego tonight, Alex, I have to prepare to win the race. I see you have brought another Barbie again tonight.

Alex: Don't you wish you could have something half as beautiful as her.

Derek: No, I care nothing about having a different bimbo on my arm every week.

Alex: You may not, but your best friend seems to like it. He just wishes he could have my leftovers.

Mark (with a smirk on his face): Actually Alex, that is one of my leftovers, go and screw her or get ready for the race.

Alex: Fine, have fun seeing my tail lights, Derek.

Mark: You wish.

Mark and Derek go over to Derek's car to check it over. Alex gives a hard, passionate kiss to his bimbo and starts to get his car ready. This is the first time these guys have raced in a month. They are usually both in the top 5 each race and usually they place first and second. They have been rivals for the last few racing seasons; Derek was the race leader the season before last and Alex was the race leader last season. It didn't help that he just found out that Alex had gotten into the same med school as he and Mark. Derek wondered how Alex had gotten in, but when you have a famous connection (that is what Derek heard), of course you would get in. Derek wasn't shocked that Mark got in to med school with him, but was surprised he was even interested. He said for a long time he just wanted to have an easy life, make lots of money, and have a girl a week. But, Mark was good, surprisingly good in med school.

As the racers get in their cars and head to the starting line, Derek mentally prepares himself for the grueling race. He starts his mental pre-game routine before Mark makes his famous last words on over the radio: It's a beautiful night to win a race, so let's have some fun. As Derek grinned, the light turned green, pedals to the metal, the race was on. . .