MerAdd Oneshots

Is there someone else?

I read a comment by someone (I can't remember who I and I can't find it in my notifs I'm sorry if it was u let me know and I'll tag u) (EDIT; @poolita18 was the commenter, thank you for the inspiration 😊) who asked for a one shot where Derek didn't know that Meredith and Addison were together, and this is what I came up with! Feel free to let me know in the comments how you liked it! Also I'm watching season 4 again, and I'm fucking SHOCKED that Cristina who held Baileys child's hand during surgery INSTEAD of operating, wouldn't have her own kid. Shonda cheated us. She should've had babies with teddy bc fuck Owen and his misogynistic bullshit. Anyway that's my rant lol enjoy! Thanks for reading and supporting!
~Daisy

"Please" he begs, and I can hear the pain in his voice. "Just tell me what you want, Meredith. You're the love of my life, I can't walk away from you. Not now, not ever" he pleads with me, but to no avail.

"I can't, Derek. I just can't" I sigh. It had been a month since he and Addison had finally decided to call it quits and get a divorce, but Derek and I had not gotten back together.

Not due to his lack of trying.

"I'll wait for you. I'll do everything right. Meredith, I am not your Father. I won't leave you" Derek says, moving closer to reach out and cup my face with his palm, the same palms I once loved feeling on my cheeks in this exact way.

"No, Derek stop" I shake my head and take a step back. "My Father has nothing to do with this. My issues have nothing to do with this. I don't want to be with you Derek, I can't be with you" I have no other explanation; I don't know what I'm supposed to tell him or how I'm supposed to act.

All I know is that he isn't who I want anymore. He's just Derek, he isn't McDreamy or the love of my life or the person I can't live without. He's none of that; He's simply just Derek, a colleague I work with.

"Meredith" he says once more, but I turn to leave anyway.

"Goodbye, Derek"

~

By the end of my shift, I was exhausted. It was late, and I just wanted to kick off my shoes and completely collapse into bed. Like a zombie, I made my way up the stairs and to my room, where every article of clothing I was wearing was promptly stripped off and abandoned on the floor in place of a Columbia shirt and some cotton shorts.

Crawling under the covers was the best part of my day, until I felt her arms wrap around me and her head rest on my shoulder. That was easily my favourite part of every single day.

She'd gotten home hours before I had, being an attending meant she had more reasonable hours that she got home. As an intern, I was there until somebody told me to leave and that just didn't happen.

"You're wearing my shirt" she mumbled sleepily, nuzzling into my neck. She smelled like fresh dove soap and coconut shampoo, fresh out of the shower.

"You're wearing mine" I point out the Dartmouth shirt she wore with a pair of pink flannel pyjamas. "It looks better on you" I say, putting my hand on top of her own and lacing our fingers together.

"When did you get home?" I ask, wondering how long she'd been here by herself.

"A couple hours. I had a late dinner and took a shower" she sighs into my neck "how was the rest of your shift?"

"Fine. Derek caught me earlier, he keeps begging for me back" it's ironic, really, that I was with Addison when Derek was the guy I thought I'd marry.

"We still can't tell him. Not until the paperwork goes through" she tells me, reminding me of her fears that Derek would somehow alter the course of the divorce if he found out about us.