I Wanna Be Yours

"Chapter 6"

"Good job today, Dr. Shepherd."

Dr. Grey's voice stops him from going back to the cafeteria, as he picks up one of the charts from the nurses station in the main hall. She's dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt, apparently ready to just go home and collapse on the couch; she looks even younger than how she is, dressed so simply. The only difference from her usual is that her regular ponytail is loose in shoulder-length honey hair, falling freely over her shirt, her jacket swung on her arm.

She looks carefree. For the first time in three weeks, since he has seen her at the bar and kissed her in an elevator, she doesn't look like a surgeon, and he really likes what he sees. He wants to kiss her again.

He has wanted to kiss her since the elevator, but this is the very first time he has to fight with himself to keep the distance.

"Thank you, Dr. Grey." He smiles brightly at her, and he feels even happier when she smiles back. She has such a beautiful smile.

Derek's smile though is quick to disappear when he sees his mother walking through the doors of the hospital, dragging a wailing David. Dr. Grey seems to notice his distress, because her smile turns into a firm line once again.

"Mom?" he calls, trying to be heard all over the dull hum of the hall.

"Oh, Derek, thank God!" His mother sighs in relief, her expression softening.

"What happened?" Derek frowns, as he notices the bloody washcloth that David is holding over his forehead.

"Take it away, Daddy, take it away!" His son cries out, fat tears streaming down his face, mixing with the blood trickling down. "It's sticky, take it away!"

"David, David, look at Daddy. David!" Derek tries to stop the boy from a full-blown meltdown, but he's unable to do it.

David is so worked up at this point, that he can't help but throwing up on the floor, luckily missing his shoes and Derek's by an inch.

He keeps dry heaving even later, and Derek can only let him be, scared that he might trigger more vomiting if he attempts to touch him. His heart twists in his chest at the sight of his son like this. He has never felt this helpless.

"What's going on?" Dr. Grey shuffles near them when she sees the commotion, a frown marring her features.

"I have no idea," Derek sighs, quickly grabbing her hands when she moves forward to check on the boy. He gives her a warning look, and she glares at him.

"Dr. Shepherd, –"

"He needs his time to process this, please don't touch him," Derek pleads, wishing she'll get it, and he sees the moment when a lights goes off in her head.

"What's your name, young man?" she asks quietly, crouching next to David where the floor is free from the vomit.

David is crying too loudly to reply.

"His name is David, he's five. Who's the neurosurgeon on call tonight?" Derek asks, but Dr. Grey ignores him.

"David, hi. I'm Dr. Grey. Can you tell me what happened?"

The boy's attention seems to be kept for a moment by her words, and his sobs slow down to whimpers.

"You...a doctor...like my...my daddy?" David is still sobbing, but he seems to be gathering his composure again, at least enough to speak more clearly, his eyes connecting with his in a plea.

"I'm your Daddy's boss." Meredith grins, looking up at Derek. "What do you think about going down to the ER so we can find out why you're bleeding so much?"