Ellen Is Mine

Fake Scene, Real Story.

Patrick's POV:

What would I do without her. What could I do? Well for starters, not have to break up a marriage. She doesn't see it. She doesn't see how I love and breathe for her constantly. She's the only drug I need, if there was an Ellen Pompeo drug, I would buy it until it was all out of stock. She loves Chris, and God do I hate him for being alive. We are like the right person, but the wrong time. I wish that wasn't so.

I walk to the scene as I had just got into my clothes for the scene and gotten my hair done in the hair trailer. I walk down to see Ellen in those goddamn tight light blue scrubs. Someone is putting her hair half up half down, as if to torture me by letting me see her ass. That's the only one I want to squeeze right at this moment. I bite my lip trying to control myself, by just seeing her alone gives me an arousal. I gulp as start to head towards the scene.

"Ok everybody. Get in your places." The director calls out as I head inside the hospital prop. Ellen's sits on the bench and starts to cry.

"Okay.. and ACTION!" I start to walk out of the hospital. I see her and start to laugh.

"Dempsey! Okay get back inside." I continue giggling as Ellen looks behind her giving me the look of 'what the hell?!' I have no idea why I started to laugh, but just the fact that she had to kiss me after hating me all day really made me smile.

"Okay.. take two. And ACTION!" He says as I start to walk out of the hospital. I rub my head just to add a little hint that my character, Derek, is stressed from a long day.

I spot Ellen.. well Meredith crying on the bench. I make my way towards her.

"Meredith?" I say slowly walking over to her. Oh how badly I wanted to say Ellen in this moment.

"Meredi-" I get interrupted by her cries.

"Please.. just please don't say anything." She states as she continues to cry. My eyes open wider noticing that's not fake cries. It's real. But why? Is it me? Was it because of my giggling?

"Okay." I shake my head. I look around trying to make the scene more natural, but the amount of urge to hug Ellen at this moment in time was tremendous. I would ask her why this was real crying. She starts to get up.

"I'm just exhausted." She states in her Boston accent that always makes me smile. But right now, it hasn't. My eyes begin to turn red. I feel so bad. I just want to call cut and bring her into my embrace. But I can't. She continues to say her lines, but I know what she wanted to say.

"My mother is exhausting, what happened to Cristina.. and you." She pauses for a moment.

"Hating you is the most exhausting." When she said this, she meant it.

We stood there for what seemed like hours, looking into each others eyes. I was trying to find the source.

She walks up to me and puts both of her hands near my hair, kissing me softly on the lips. Oh how I missed her moist lips that made my heart go wild. She holds that kiss and let's go. I lick my lips quickly, missing the sweet taste. I still have to play along.

"I don't wanna do it anymore." She says walking back into the hospital. I stare at the ground, actually sad about the real crying.

"And.. CUT! Great job you two! Best work I've seen yet. Okay we just need a few more scenes with other cast members so you guys can go home.." The director states as Shonda Rhimes says:

"Or do whatever you have to do." Shonda whispers enough for Patrick to hear, as he continues looking at Ellen grabbing her stuff and taking out her half up half down, letting her hair flow. She wipes her tears but I could tell by her eyes she wanted to cry more.