I Wanna Be Yours

"Chapter 18"

"You know, I love ferryboats."

Meredith can't help the smile that spreads on her face as she hears Derek's newest attempt at winning her over. He's been courting her with friendly coffees – with cheesy notes – and flirting with her whenever he gets the chance, and she's enjoying every second of it. Even when he says random stuff like this.

"Seattle is surrounded by water on three sides, I'm glad there are ferryboats."

"Oh, I love them because the motion was the only thing that calmed down David during a fit as a newborn. It worked like a charm when he was a baby, but it still seems to do the trick now."

She hides the soft smile on her face at the mention of David, burying herself in a chart. She's been loving her latest run-ins with David, the boy always full of energy and eager to tell her all about his life in kindergarten. She finds herself missing him at times, but she'll never admit it out loud.

"Do you like ferryboats, Dr. Grey?"

She groans. How can he make her title sound so sexy? "I do."

"Wanna ride with me?"

She turns to him with blushing cheeks and what she hopes is her best indignated face, but it only makes his well-constructed mask dissolve into chuckles. Shameless.

"That was out of line, wasn't it?" he says then, looking slightly embarrassed.

"I will definitely get you a marker for that line, someday."

They laugh together, trying to look professional, but failing miserably, considering the looks one of the nurses gives them. Clearly, she's about to interrupt, and then spread gossip about them. Wonderful.

"Dr. Grey? Head lac in curtain five requires your attention. I'm sorry you're the one who has to be stuck down here for Dead Baby Bike Race day."

Meredith groans, and she's not sure why she's feeling so glum all of a sudden, if it's the fact that the busiest day for Seattle neurosurgeons has come, correlated with the most idiotic portion of Seattleites showing up within the four walls of Seattle Grace, or because she can't fake-flirt with Derek Shepherd anymore.

She leaves the nurses' station with a chart, ready to clear one of the stupid biker guys who won an ER visit as part of the race. Considering he checked in as Viper, nothing else, she knows she's in for a nice one.

Viper has a British accent and plenty of tattoos, and she sees Derek sending her a dirty look whenever he turns her way. She only smiles at him, kinda enjoying how jealous he gets. Up to the point when he pages her for a consult, curtain one.

Behind curtain one there's a model. A blonde, leggy, perfect curves, perky breasts model. And she's clearly flirting with Derek. It's painful how clueless he is about the whole thing.

A second after she has entered the room, the bimbo's lips are on Derek's, and Meredith sees red. Even if she's all leggy and fabulous, Meredith has rights over him. Doesn't she? Gosh, maybe she doesn't...

"What's going on here?"

She's amused when Derek turns towards her beet red, hands in the air in surrender, a mortified, puppy dog look on his face.

"Pixie here has a head lac, possible concussion. I stitched her up and I was starting the preliminary exams."

"With your tongue?" Meredith hisses, before she moves closer to Pixie. Derek coughs loudly, only winning a smile from Pixie. He's hopeless, Meredith concludes.