Disclaimer: I write Grey's Anatomy fanfics because I don't own the show. If I owned the show, I clearly wouldn't have to write fanfics.

So here it is....my new fic! As the description says, it's slightly AU. What would have happened if Meredith had come back from Europe and found Derek in her life already? What would that have been like for both of them. So here it is, the first meeting.

Enjoy!

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I had been Mark Sloan's bitch from the second he had figured out that he was going to be bigger than me.

It wasn't something I was about to admit out loud, not even to my mom. It wasn't even something I usually admitted in my own head but now I was stuck in the middle of an overly crowded waiting area at the airport waiting for someone that I had never even met before, so right now, I was allowed to call myself Mark's bitch in my own head. I hated airports. I might be a romantic at heart, which meant I should probably like the ideas of hellos and goodbye that the airport brought, but it also brought crowds of people, too much noise and long line ups. I hated airports and yet here I was, standing in an airport just because my idiot of a brother had called me that morning.

Shep, can you pick up Lexie's sister at the airport around ten? I got called in and Lexie has class so unless you want to leave a hot chick kicking around, go get her. Thanks, man.

Only my idiot of a brother would use the temptation of a hot girl to try to get me to do something I didn't want to. Not that that was I was here, I wasn't about to be interested in Lexie's crazy big sister that had spent the last year back packing through Europe. And Mark had never even see a picture of the girl so she wasn't actually guaranteed hot. I was just here because I was Mark's bitch.

And I actually kind of liked Mark's newest girl and she had lasted more than a month even if she was far too young for him.

So here I was, stuck in this hell hole known as Seattle-Tacoma International Airport waiting for a girl that I did not know or care about just because I happened to be Mark Sloan's bitch.

After today, after I was done this chore of his, I should probably just off myself.

"God damn it!" a voice came from behind me.

I turned around at that. I'm not sure why. People swore all the time, girls swore all the time, especially in airports. I swore in airports. I would even swear in front of my nieces and nephews in the airport if it was this crowded. But for some reason I turned around to see exactly who it had been.

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.

She was beautiful. Actually beautiful wasn't exactly the word to describe her, not that she wasn't but she wasn't exactly what I had figured to be beautiful until this moment. She was more of a mess than she was beautiful or…I wasn't even sure how to put it. Except she made me smile and I wanted to keep looking at her. Her golden hair, because as odd as it sounded golden was the only way I could think to describe it, was falling out of its pony tail. Her long sleeved t-shirt was wrinkled from the flight but the jeans were perfect, completely perfect and hugged her ass in the most alluring way. I had to actually concentrate to not laugh at her shoes, because somehow I hadn't expected the simple black converse. I needed to see her eyes but she was looking down at her cell phone and I couldn't make them out.

"Stupid…stupid phone," she frowned, jabbing at some buttons. "You…what's the point of this stupid thing if it's not even going to let me make a stupid call? This is stupid…stupid, this entire thing was stupid. And now I'm going to grow old here. I'm never going to get out of here and I will die in this airport like that stupid movie because this stupid stupid phone…"

"Excuse me?" I interrupted the rambling, as adorable as it was.

"What?" the woman snapped.

"I just…cell phone reception is usually kind of spotty here," I explained, shrugging slightly as I tried not to smile. Green, her eyes were the most interesting shade of green I had ever seen. And I was pretty sure she was going for the angry look except for she looked more adorable than she actually looked menacing. I wasn't going to say that to her.

"Here as in this city here or here as in this airport here?"

"Airport."

"Oh," she frowned, chewing on her bottom lip. I decided to ignore the images that suddenly flooded my mind of chewing on that lip for her, pushing her against the wall and clothes falling to the floor. Definitely ignoring those images. "Crap."

"Crap?" I smirked.

"I…" she groaned and then giggled. I was now just not only Mark Sloan's bitch but I wasn't even sure I was a man. Because I wasn't picturing chewing her bottom lip anymore, I was…picturing laying in bed with her, early in the morning and just listening to the sound that had somehow made my heart skip a beat. There was nothing manly about that vision. "Did you just smirk at me?"

"Maybe. It depends on if you liked it or not."

"Figures," she rolled her eyes. "I'm stuck, I'm stuck in a stupid airport and I don't even like airports. I'm stuck and lost and all I found was a guy trying to get in my pants. This…this is why I shouldn't have come here."

"I might be able help."

"Help?" she frowned, her eyes narrowing. "How could you help? Unless you have a cell phone with super power reception or know where the hell my sister is, which is…I'm not sure she should still be called my sister after today but whatever. I don't think you can help."

I paused. Because suddenly she did kind of look like her.

"Wait…are you Meredith Grey?"

"How do you know my name?"

"I'm here to pick you up."

"I…I've heard some pretty bad pick up lines in my life, nameless person, but that has to be the worst," she giggled slightly, turning to walk away.

"What?" I frowned, moving quickly. "No, I mean. Lexie, your sister is dating my best friend. Lexie is in class and Mark had to work so they sent me to come pick you up. I'm Derek by the way, Derek Shepherd."

"This…this figures," Meredith groaned, rolling her eyes again. "Stupid, I know this was stupid."

"Because I'm here to pick you up?" I frowned.

"No, it's just…it's long and messy and complicated and you don't want to hear it."

"I'm a good listener."

"I…I don't care, I don't care if you…it doesn't matter," she shook her head. "What matters is if you can carry my bags. Can you carry my bags?"

"Of course I can," I nodded.

"Good," she nodded, dropping both of them by her legs before turning to walk toward the exit. "Can we go? I hate airports."

"We can go," I laughed moving behind her.

Meredith Grey. I hadn't expected that, not that I had had any idea what to expect but it certainly hadn't been the beautiful woman I had just met. I hadn't actually expected the attitude either, the attitude that partially made me want to groan and hit her and the other part just made me want to laugh. She was something. That was as far as my brain would go, that Meredith was actually quite something.

That and I had a feeling my life was never going to be the same again.

And you stood there in front of me just

Close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see

What I was thinking of

So there you have it. The first update and a little more info. This clearly takes place right after Meredith came back from Europe, except things are a little different than they are on the show. Lexie's already part of Mer's life, and a little bit older than she would be according to show time line. Derek and Mark are already there too. And Derek and Meredith met at the airport, thanks to Mark and Lexie and Derek...Derek likes what he sees. And what he hears. And he knows things, or at least he knows he feels things. Okay, that's all I have to say. The rest, you will see.

I'll hopefully get another update up tomorrow.

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