In My Dreams

Dream-dancing

Meredith woke to activity in her room. Amelia and Richard. Although she couldn't hear what they were saying, she could tell it was a heated exchange. Richard dragged Amelia out of her room, and seemed distraught. Finally, he came into her room and looked down at her with a fatherly gaze. Her nerves pricked with pain and she pushed the meds.

The dim lights of Joe's bar reflected off her glass of tequila.

"Single malt scotch please," Derek said.

"You're wearing your red shirt." Meredith commented, tugging on the hem.

"Ah, so I am." He looked down at himself, a little smug.

She sipped her tequila and looked around, sighing deeply. "This is nice."

"Mm," Derek said, "How's your pain?"

She glared at him, "Please don't remind me."

"Sorry," he said. He took a sip of his scotch, then looked out to the dance floor. "Dance with me?"

With a small smile on her face, she took his hand as he led her to the floor. "I thought you didn't dance in public..."

"I don't, this isn't in public."

"Hmm," Meredith sighed into his neck, feeling the slight scrape of his stubble. "Dream-dancing."

"Dream-dancing." Derek repeated as they swayed to the beat.

She felt safe in his embrace. "I saw Amelia," she said.

"Is she okay?"

"I think she was drunk. She was in my room... Richard took her out."

"What happened between you?"

Meredith shook her head, "I said things, she said things..."

"Oh Mer."

She simply shrugged. "I don't know what to do with her..."

Derek cupped her chin and tilted it up so she was forced to look into his eyes. "I know you... You'll figure it out."

"It hurts, Derek. Losing you hurts."

"It hurts Amelia too."

"I know."

"Come on," The beat picked up and Derek led Meredith into a spin. She laughed as she spun and he pulled her into his arms.

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