So, the craptastic finale left me completely uninspired to write damn-all, but I was listening to my iPod and got a little inspiration. I have a foolish hope that Season 4 will give us some insight into Mark and Derek.


( maybe, you're gonna be the one who saves me )

I don't even know where to begin. It was just horrifying.

So. I had the teeniest of glimmers of hope at the end - I went into this thinking "as long as Derek doesn't sleep with Lexie, and Meredith doesn't sleep with Mark, we can survive this."

Then I read the blog, and Shonda ground my little ember into the sidewalk like a cigarette butt.

( all-you-can-eat bittercakes inside! )

So. I really liked this episode. Now, put away your pitchforks and hear me out.

( Sometimes you gotta sin to be saved. )

While searching for delectable Firth/Darcy pics, I came across this little gem of a clip about the making of The Beeb's Pride and Prejudice. Who knew that even Jane Austen could be turned just a little bit porny!

Sweet Jeebus.

This one's for you, mirrorandsmoke!!

I don't know about all of you, but I found the Mer/Der of it all in Six Days to be ridiculously unsatisfying for shippers. So..... here's my take. It's gonna be, uh, porny.


( Six Days Introduction )

10:00 PM

Derek tossed the car keys on the kitchen counter and headed back to the bedroom, Meredith following tentatively.

“So, are you going to fill me in on your evil plot, or do I have to guess what’s in store for me?”

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9:00 PM

“So, are you still mad at me? I hope so, because it’s all kinds of hot.”

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8:00 PM

“Are those… panties? On the bar?”

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6:00 PM

Derek leaned against the wall in the hospital lobby, wearing jeans and an untucked oxford. He had been victorious – the shift was over, and he had not begged Meredith for sex. He may never walk normally again, but he had won, and that’s all that mattered at the moment.

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4:00 PM

Derek pulled off his scrub cap and untied his watch from the drawstring of his pants as he walked down the corridor towards the nurses’ station. The day was looking up – he had just completed a successful surgery and had managed to keep his mind off of Meredith walking around the hospital without her panties – until now. But it was already 4:00, and he only had to avoid her for another two hours. He had a stack of post-op notes to finish, which would easily fill the time.

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12:00 PM

Derek jumped in the crowded elevator just before the doors closed. He had been paged that the new trauma patient had finished in CT and was being prepped for surgery. This was just what he needed – spending a few hours poking around in someone’s brain would leave him no room for thoughts of Meredith. This challenge was proving harder than he expected. It would have helped if he had stashed the panties in his locker, but instead he masochistically had moved them to the chest pocket of his scrubs. She’s turned me into a pervert, he thought hopelessly.

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11:00 AM

Derek did his best to forget about the contents of his pocket, but it wasn’t working. They were his favorites, after all, which he suspected was a deliberate choice on her part – he much preferred Meredith’s simple style to Addison’s complicated French lingerie that required an advanced degree to remove. When he did manage to get his mind occupied on something else, he would absently shove his hands in his pockets and instantly feel the pain she intended.

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8:00 AM

Derek was looking at a panel of x-rays in the radiology consult room when Meredith walked in. He rested both hands on the counter and sighed, wondering what was in store for him. Their shift started two hours ago, and he had managed to avoid her until now.

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5:00 AM


“So much for jogging, eh?” Meredith smirked as nestled her head in the crook of his neck.

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