Ever The Same

10

She still wasn't home. Derek was glancing at his watch almost every five minutes as he sat in the kitchen picking at his dinner. And she still wasn't home. She had said she was going to go stay at Izzie or Cristina's, but he didn't actually think that she would do it. They were married and had a home and her not coming home didn't seem real. Until Derek looked at his watch and saw that it was almost one in the morning and she still wasn't home.

He was putting his dish and the sink and getting ready to go upstairs and finally go to sleep when he heard noises coming from the front of the house. It sounded like somebody was out there, stumbling around as he walked to the door, about to open it until Meredith stumbled in.

"Oh...fuck you." She giggled, dropping her purse inside the house.

"I thought you weren't coming home." He said, standing with the door open as she tried to keep her balance.

"Izzie wanted to fuck Mark and Christina never came out because Hahn got...a something and she had to kiss ass so I came home...my taxi drive Reynaldo drove me...."

"Reynaldo...That's great."

"He was very nice...not mean and bitter like my husband." Meredith stumbled, kicking her shoes to the side.

"Now I'm mean and bitter." Derek rolled his eyes, shutting the door as she got all the way in.

"Hmm..."

"You're drunk."

"That's what Reynaldo said."

"Reynaldo sounds like a fantastic guy."

"He is."

"Why don't you marry him?"

"I can't...." She sighed. "He's married."

"What a shame."

"My feet...." Meredith groaned, falling back into a chair.

"I'm going to bed." Derek said, locking the door.

"Whatever." She sighed.

"Too bad Reynaldo isn't here to rub your feet."

"Reynaldo had arthritis."

"Wow. You certainly know a lot about him."

"I'm chatty when I drink."

"I know."

"What's for dinner?" She asked, nearly falling out of her chair.

"It's one in the morning." He said, sitting on the bottom step.

"So pizza?"

"You can make pizza yourself."

"Ass." Meredith groaned, finally standing out of the chair.

"You didn't want to come home...so...you're late for dinner." Derek sighed.

"If I was pregnant you wouldn't say that."

"If you were pregnant you wouldn't be drunk."

"If I was pregnant you wouldn't be such an ass."

"I'm going to bed." He repeated, standing up.

"Fine." She replied, nearly tripping as she got in the kitchen.

"Have fun cooking." He called, going up the stairs.

"Have fun....being a jack ass!"

"Good one!"