Ferry Boats and Scrub Caps

Intense, this thing for Ferry Boats

The Seattle breeze was different from New York's. Seattle was rainier, for sure, but it was warmer. Derek walked along the top deck of the ferry to Bainbridge, the wind ruffling his already ruffled hair. It had been an extremely long and taxing day. His patient had been a victim of a vicious attack, and he'd had to operate on her twice. She had no one.

Alison. That was her name.

But she'd pulled through, and the relief he felt upon seeing her open her eyes almost made him cry.

Believe it or not, however, saving a life hadn't been the highlight of his day.

She'd kissed him.

Derek smirked, thinking about it.

The water rolled beneath the Ferry as it inched him closer to home. If you could call a 22 footer Airstream trailer home, and Derek rubbed his lips thoughtfully.

Meredith kissed him. Kissed him, like- like-

Hell, he had no point of comparison to that kiss. It was an all-consuming, breath-stealing, pulse-accelerating, lip-swelling kiss that he felt everywhere.

An intern had kissed him! And Derek had no idea what was happening to him. He'd been loath to come here, seeing as it was 3,000 miles away. Granted, he wouldn't turn down a chance for Chief of surgery, and granted, he wanted to forget his wife, and Mark, and New York... just for a little while...

But-

So... is this a good place to hang out?

Seriously? That pick-up line?

I'm gonna take a shower... and when I get back, you won't be here.

A one night stand?

He'd never had a one night stand...

Never!

Mark would be- well never mind about him.

Something was happening to him, and he couldn't figure it out. He became impulsive, brash, and totally smitten by Meredith Grey.

That night with her... that night-

He'd gone to the bar to forget. Put it all out of his mind. He was starting a new job, and he needed to be a new person. He'd eyed her from his stool, noticing her entrancing eyes and the long light locks of her hair, and he felt a rush he hadn't felt since he'd planned to ask Heather to prom.

He stared at his drink for a long time before he blurted the lamest pick-up line ever.

But she smiled back. She saw him.

Just hiding my pain.

And that night... The way she touched him, the way she drove him... The way their bodies collided in the heat of the night with sweat and sex; connection, want, need. He needed her, he'd realized halfway through succumbing to his body's instincts the second time around with her.

When had he ever needed someone?

And if that kiss today meant anything... She needed him too, despite her own protests.

Meredith, though she rejected him verbally, her body sent all the right signals. It really was only a matter of time.

Derek sighed and smiled into the sun. It was supposed to rain today, but it hadn't yet. He threaded a hand through his curly locks and walked to the other side of the ferry boat. Gazing out at the island ahead, something pulled his attention below him. A slight blonde female figure, a bag looped over her right shoulder, leaned over the rail, gazing at the beautiful island. Derek almost laughed at the coincidence.

He'll chase her again at the hospital, but for now, he was content to just watch.

This thing he had for ferryboats was intense.