[Kate Austen]

Ich kann euch wieder einmal nur für das liebe FB danken <333 I'm like a proud mama.

Möpmöp. [In der Hoffnung, dass sich nicht alle von euch die nächsten Tage nicht von HP losreißen können ]

The flashback hit her like a lightning.

“Meredith, wait!” he yelled after her, wrapping the sheet around his naked body.

“Leave me the hell alone, Gary!” She stumbled down the stairs. She felt sick. And dizzy. And she wanted to vomit.

“Baby, it’s not what you think..-“

“Don’t call me baby you son of a bitch!” The tears began to flow and she started to sob hysterically. She wasn’t able to look him in the eyes. Never again.

“Mer, it just… sort of… happened. I doesn’t mean anything, dammit!” he sounded almost angry, causing her head to spin like a carousel. She seriously, badly wanted to vomit right now. She sat down on the stairs. Everything around her blurred. Her lids became heavy. She shut them down. His loud voice came from far away. Except he was standing right behind her. Her body hurt. But she was numb, so she didn’t mind.
Splitting headache. From his voice. The pain was pounding against her temples. Tap, tap, tap.
But she didn’t mind.
She rested her forehead against the wooden banister.

“Please,” she whispered, “just shut the hell up.”

He kneeled down to touch her shoulder but she rocketed up like a scalded cat.

“Get your fucking hands off of me!” she yelled, the tears pouring down her face. “You touched her with these hands, right? Don’t. You. Dare. To. Touch. Me. Ever. Again.” she whispered between sobs. “Get out off my house already!”

When reality caught up with her, she opened her now tear-filled eyes in shock. She gasped and felt her body shaking uncontrollably. Derek looked at her. The way he was looking at her almost broke her heart. Confused. Concerned. Worried. Caring. Dreamy. All Derek-y. Being just… him. And she. Was avoiding.

“I can… can’t… I’m sorry but… go. Me. I… have to go. Now.” she stammered and got up to her feet, still shaking.

“Meredith, you’re okay?” Derek was confused. His heart was still bumping wildly in his chest, caused by their near kiss experience. He’d almost felt her soft lips on his when she’d suddenly pulled back because something or someone obviously had made her feel uncomfortable. And he imploringly hoped that it wasn’t about him.

“I’m fine.” She tried to stay calm but she failed. Miserably. “I’m.. great and… fine… and it’s just… I’m just… Fine.”

Liar, liar, liar, a tiny voice bellowed in her head but she shut it off. Avoiding. She was avoiding. And far from being fine.

“I just need to leave. Now.” she shifted the pillows on the couch, desperately looking for something. “Where’s my purse, dammit!” She ran her fingers through her hair.

“Meredith,” His voice was calm and soothing. She looked at him. God… she wanted to hold him close so badly… “you don’t look fine.” He handed her the purse. “Did I do something wrong? Just tell me, please.”

She swallowed hard. There it was again. The Sad Puppy Face. Damn, damn, damn!

“No, you… were perfect.” she whispered. “It’s just that… I’m fine. And I have to leave.” She grabbed her purse from his hands. “Now.”

None of them had noticed yet that the others have listened curiously to their conversation for several minutes. Now, Mark leaned closer to Derek.

“Dude, you screwed up. What did you said to her? Did you tell her that story from High School? Told ya that girls are not interested in that kind of stuff.”

Derek ignored him. His thoughts were spinning and he tried to figure out what of his actions may have contributed to her bizarre behaviour. But there was nothing he could call to account.

Meredith was already rushing towards the door when she heard Izzie’s voice behind her.

“Mer, wait!” she reached for her coat Alex handed her and turned around, lifting her right arm and formed that specific sign known in rocker circles with her fingers. “Rock Star!” She smiled brightly. “Keep the party goin’, guys!” she added and followed Meredith with brisk steps.

“I’m right behind you!” Cristina yelled, staggering around picking up her remaining clothes.

“I’M COMING TOO!” George yelled, babbly, yet noticing that he’s wearing nothing but… a pillow. “I’LL CATCH UP WITH YOU THEN!”

Derek was still standing there, rooted on the spot. He looked at the door in disbelief. How the hell could that happen? One moment they were almost kissing. The next moment. BANG! That just… sucked. That seriously… badly… freaking… sucked.

Shit! Fuck! Damn! Shit! Fuck! Damn! Shuckamn!

Denny patted his back encouragingly.

“Cheer up, buddy! She’ll come back.” He sighed. “They always do.”