Chapter Seven: The Self-Destruct Button

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Ok, anyone who says you can sleep when you die, tell them to come talk to me after a few months as an intern. Of course, it's not just the job that keeps us up all night.

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"You have to get up now." Meredith informed Derek sleepily as she rolled over to look at him.

"What? My God, what time is it?" Derek asked, sleepily.

Meredith rolled onto of him.

"It's 5:20, and I have pre-rounds. And you have to leave before they see you." Meredith told him.

"Oh, come on, now. Why don't you just let them see?" Derek asked her, flipping them so he was on top.

"No!" Meredith said sternly. The last thing she needed was Izzie and George to see Derek leaving her bedroom.

"Please!"

"No, No!"

In the kitchen Izzie is watching the coffee percolate, tired from the lack of sleep, as George enters the kitchen from the laundry room.

"You get any sleep?" He asked.

Izzie shook her head.

"She could oil the bedsprings as a courtesy or at least buy a padded headboard." Izzie commented.

"So who's the guy?" George asked, curious to see if Izzie knew.

"You think it was just one guy doing all that work?" Izzie asked her roommate.

"Yeah, do you mind if I don't think about that?" George asked her, grossed out at the thought, and annoyed that he missed out on his chance with Meredith with this mystery man.

"Oh, jealous?" Izzie teased.

"I'm not jealous." George denied.

"Well, I am. But at least I know she'll be having a long day at work." Izzie said, as they heard the stairs creaked. The two, being nosey, decided to peak from the kitchen door, when they saw Dr. Shepherd sneak out the front door.

"Well, at least we know brain surgery isn't his only skill." Izzie commented angry and shocked that Meredith was sleeping with the attending.

"They can't be...He's her boss." George denied trying to think of an excuse that didn't involve Meredith with sleeping with their boss.

"We're late. He's all of our boss. You know she has been scrubbing in a lot lately on his surgeries." Izzie ranted, thinking back on all the neuro cases she had been on lately.

"No, Meredith wouldn't sleep with him just to...No." George said shaking his head.

"Well, if she's not ashamed of it, why is she keeping it a secret?" Izzie asked him.

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