If Im Not In Love

16

Derek couldn't sleep. It didn't make sense. He hadn't been this tired since he was an intern but he couldn't sleep. Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw Meredith's listless body on the floor the morning she had gotten hit. He knew she was okay. She was released the hospital and was going to be fine but he couldn't help but worry about her.

Since he couldn't sleep, he decided to catch up on some research and reading, but that wasn't working either. Apparently, sleeping and concentration were the two things he couldn't do right now. He was about to go up to the guest room and try to sleep again when he heard a loud banging noise from the kitchen, followed by a string of swear words.

Derek couldn't help but laugh as she shut his laptop and got up and left his office, walking into the kitchen where Meredith was trying to reach up to one of the cabinets, obviously in pain, while a frying pan lay on the floor. "Can I help you?" Derek cleared his throat.

"What?" Meredith looked up at him and away from the cabinet. "Go back to sleep. I've got this."

"I wasn't asleep. What are you doing?" He laughed, picking the pan up from the floor and putting it on the granite counter.

"Organizing." She lied, as she tried to reach the marshmallows on the top shelf.

"Stop..." He breathed, putting his arm around her waist. "I'll get it

"I can get it." She sighed, wincing slightly. She should still be taking it easy.

"Making S'mores?" He asked, grabbing the bag right down and sitting it on the counter.

"Yes." She admitted.

"You don't need a frying pan for s'mores."

"I was going to microwave them." She looked at him strangely. S'mores inside, couldn't be that hard. She just needed to melt the marshmallow.

"That's not how you make s'mores." Derek laughed, reaching for a box of graham crackers.

"It is if you are trying to do it the easy way." She held onto the counter as she turned around. Her head was still hurting and her body still roughed up.

"I don't do things the easy way here." He smirked.

"Good to know." Meredith rolled her eyes.

"There's chocolate in that cabinet." Derek pointed to one she could reach and not hurt herself.

"You're going to make me s'mores?" Meredith asked, watching as he began to work around the kitchen. He knew his way around which made sense because this was his dream house. It could be anybody's dream house.

"Mmhmm."

"I feel like we should be camping." Meredith said, her voice soft as he kept his back towards her.

"I might have a tent somewhere...we could pitch it in the backyard." He teased.

"Forgive me if I don't feel like sleeping on dirt right now."

"It's okay..." Derek laughed, turning around and smiling at her.

'Uh huh."

"How do you like your marshmallows?"

"Not too toasty...I like them gooey." Meredith watched.

"Hmm...me too."

"You have to have messy fingers." She replied, as he pushed two stools over to the stove. "Messy fingers and white goo on the lips is what it's all about."

"The last time I had s'mores...I think was our fourth of July thing." Derek said, getting two skewers out.

"The one where Brad was in New York." Meredith nodded, opening the chocolate candy bars. "And Christina got lost in the woods."