A Fight to Remember

Stupid Alzheimer's Pt. 1

A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Hang in there! And Happy New Year!

Warning: Mild porny stuff below. Hardly porny. Barely... Just saying.

Four months before the Tsunami:

Meredith.

"It's done." I sighed happily, handing Derek my tablet.

Derek pushed himself off of the doorframe he was leaning on and reviewed the tablet. "Mm." he said, a slow-spreading smile on his lips.

"Well?" I asked. Five years of research and dedication was on that tablet. Five years of consultations and trials and labs intermittent with a Neuro Fellowship and brain surgery, as well as keeping up with general.

"Meredith- this is- wow! Fifty percent effectiveness rate?" The admiration in his voice was unmistakable, and filled me with pride.

"Yes," I nodded, beaming like a kid in a candy store. The drug had shown positive results for thirty percent of the patients in the trial. It was huge progress in the land of medicine.

"Fifty percent," he said again... shaking his head."Unbelievable. He stepped into the cramped lab and put the tablet on the counter. A strange look appeared on his face.

"What?" I asked. I wasn't familiar with this look. Although the way his eyes crinkled probably meant it was a good thing.

"I'm proud of you Mer," Derek said as he dipped his head to kiss me. He trapped my lips with his and sucked lightly.

"Oh," I panted. God I missed him.

"I missed you," he said, reading my thoughts. We hadn't gone anywhere. We hadn't been apart... just preoccupied. Busy with work and the kids and... life. While I toiled in the lab, he toiled in the OR, teaching new interns and residents, as well as running a few classes of his own.

The only time we were together alone lately was in the bedroom, and too often it was with the sounds of my snoring and not the sounds of our lovemaking.

I missed the lovemaking.

"We should celebrate." Derek mused, "there's that new place Jackson always raves about... I could make a reservation- Oh!" he grunted when I pulled him further into the lab, kicking the door closed.

"I don't care about reservations," I replied as I yanked off his lab coat. "How about first come first serve?" I pulled him closer to me, the scent of him filling my nostrils, his hard chest under my palms.

When our lips crashed together, there was no holding back. Months of pent-up sexual energy was now ready to be released. I had not a care in the world about anything else but My Husband.

He reached under my blouse, his fingertips brushing up alongside my hips, to my back. There was a small click as he undid my bra, and I felt the material fall away under his ministrations.

My Husband, who had first fought my decision to do this because of the tremendous commitment it would take. Family was everything to him.

We pulled away from the kiss only so I could wrench his scrub top over his perfectly tamed hair. I lined kisses down his trapezoid muscle, revelling in the salty taste of his skin. His breath was hot in my ear, and his stubble scraped my cheek lightly as he he moved to kiss me there... there, and there. He fumbled to unbutton my blouse, exposed to cool recycled air, I shivered with goose-bumps.

My Husband, who finally gave in when he realized that this was as close to a second chance I could get to saving my mother as I could.

His hands gripped my waist and he lifted me onto the counter. A counter that was supposed to remain sterile, but who cared now? I pushed the tablet and papers and files further back before wrapping my arms around Derek's neck. Once again, I plunged my tongue through his beautiful perfectly ready lips.