[Kate Austen]

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“I’m sorry to interrupt your cute little hanky-panky guys,” Mark said, running his hand through his hair, grinning brightly, “but we thought you two might wanna join us. In our suite. Having our own little party.” He winked at Meredith. “Your friends are already there. That Asian,” he blew a whistle, “she’s HOT! And a little wasted, by the way.”

Derek looked down at her. “What do you think? Shall we join that bunch of weirdos?”

Countless of tiny warning bells started to ring in Meredith’s head. No, no, no! they yelled. Alone. In a locked room. Together with a rock band. And her wasted friends. So not a good idea. Especially because she felt a little groggy herself, caused by his heavenly scent and his pure presence. But then…

“I’d love to.” she sighed.

“Brilliant!” Mark clapped his hands enthusiastically. “Chop, chop! And don’t let anyone know you’re following me.” he added with a playful whisper.

They cleaved back through the dancing and eating and chatting people in the hall, walking towards the elevators. Meredith shuddered.

“What? You coming?” Mark changed a confused look with Derek when they stepped into the small room while Meredith was still rooted to the spot she was standing on.

“I-- I think I gonna take the… stairs. Yes.” Meredith stuttered, looking almost frightened. Mark frowned.

“It’s the 12th floor, you’d be almost dead when you finally arrive. C’mon, we don’t bite.” he grinned. “Well, I do but not under those circumstances, anyway.”

Meredith shifted her weight from foot to foot uncomfortably and bit her lower lip. “It’s just… elevators… I don’t really have a thing for them.”

Derek took a step forward and offered her his hand. His eyes again locked with hers, he smiled his best Never Fear Because I’m With You And Protect You From The Elevator Smile.

And again. How could a girl resist that smile?

“It’ll be okay, Meredith.” His voice was calm. And deep. And sexy. She reached for his hand and when he squeezed it softly, she forgot about her jumpiness for a moment. She took a last deep breath and stepped inside, next to Derek.

She hated elevators. She hated the damn noise. She hated the damn doors. She hated the damn missing space. She just. Hated them. Profoundly.
And now she was standing there, on the edge of hyperventilating, in company of two rockers who probably thought she was insane. That. Was. Just. Great. Great, great, great.

But she couldn’t help. A panic attack was on the way, already knocking at the door. She was choked with fear, her body was trembling, her face got pale and she felt the nails of her left hand digging into Derek’s skin. She felt sorry and embarrassed, but she couldn’t help it.

She just hated elevators.

When Derek realized that she’d been serious about her claustrophobia, he felt guilty about pushing her. Now she was standing there, a picture of misery, shaking and chalky, eyes closed and panting for air. He raised his left hand and rubbed her back with long, tender strokes. Her whole body was tense but his touch seemed to help her at least a little. He laid his arm around her tiny waist and pulled her closer.

“Shhh, it’s okay. It’s fine. Just breathe.” he whispered, almost singing the words in her ear. She rested her face on his shoulder, sobbing from time to time, but he felt her body relax in his arms. He took a whiff of her hair. It smelled… flowery.
She lifted her head and looked up at him, a lone tear running down her cheek. He gently brushed it away with his thumb.

“I’m okay.” she said, rubbing her puffy eyes.

“You’re okay.” He smiled at her and placed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She was breathtaking. Even when she’d cried.

“Uhumm..” Mark pretended to cough. “Guess you wanna pull out here..” He stepped aside to let her pass. She still stood on shaky ground but Derek supported her by leaving his arm around her waist and leading her out off the elevator to the suite.