[Kate Austen]

Und wieder einmal: Danke :herz:

ich bin echt mal gespannt was als nächstes kommt.....wird sich meredith wirklich ein autogramm holen? oder wird sie doch noch schreien?.....fragen über fragen, die alle beantwortet werden wollen.

Und sie werden beantwortet .

UpdateUpdateUpdate. [sogar noch länger als das letzte o.O]

When they reached the third floor, it was exactly the opposite of what they’d seen when they’d entered the Mall: hundreds of people were screaming and crying and babbling and hyperventilating in front of three tables that were put together. No need to say who was sitting at them.
Derek, Callie, Mark, Denny and Alex each had a huge pile of autograph cards and two bottles of water in front of them, signing card after card after card, here and there taking a photo with a more or less hysteric fan, doing the usual cursory blah blah blah, and looking tired but happy.

“Holy!” The word escaped from Meredith’s mouth, half in shock, half in amusement. She didn’t dare to take off her sunglasses but instead pulled her baggy hat slightly down over her eyes and hoped pleadingly that she would stay incognito. But at the moment, she was confident that this was not going to be a problem since all eyes were focused on the band.

“Crap!” Cristina yelled but lowered her voice when Meredith gave her the evil eye. “Crap!” she whispered again. “Look at all these braces. Eew!” She shudders. “Reminds me of my youth.”

“You wore braces?” asked Meredith gleefully while they were lining up in the huge queue. “Can I see a photo?”

“I burnt them.”

“You burnt your braces?”

“No, the photos. I flushed the braces down the toilet.”

“Too bad.” Meredith smirked. “Now I have nothing to blackmail you with.”

Two hours and 21 minutes. For two hours and 21 minutes he has been signing photos and tops and t-shirts and CD’s and posters… even a couple of panties and two bras. His right hand hurt. His head hurt. His foot hurt too because some heedless fan girl has stepped on it with her high heels. He didn’t know if she’d done it on purpose. Maybe she would boast herself in front of her friends about stepping on Derek Shepherd’s left foot. But maybe it was accidental and she was embarrassed about stepping on Derek Shepherd’s left foot.
He sighed and looked up at the next in the queue who held an older photo of the band out towards him. He forced a polite smile, asked the girl if she was fine, she said yes, he asked for her name, she said her name was Carrie, he asked if she spelled her name with a “y” at the end, she said no, with “ie”, he wrote “to Carrie, love, Derek” on the picture, handed it back to her, said Good Bye and reached for the next photo or CD or piece of clothing. Again. And again. And again. And so did the other band members. He bandied some desperate looks with Mark, sighed and grasped at a piece of paper someone handed him without looking up.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his marker ready to write whatever he or she would answer.

“Meredith.” the person said. Derek finally looked up… recognizing her voice… making him gasp in sweet surprise… She smiled at him. “But Big Fool will work too.”

Poof. There she was. Standing right in front of him. Asking for an autograph. Admitting she had been a big fool. A cute one, though. He slightly shook his head at how incredible she was, standing right there, admitting, and smiled back at her. It confused him that he couldn’t look into her emerald eyes. They were the most expressive part of her beautiful face. But she smiled at him so, he guessed, her eyes were smiling too.

For one second, or two, or three, he just smiled, absorbing her pure presence. Wondering why he was such a lucky devil. But, as said before, you always meet twice in L.A.

“Hey.” He finally was able to form words again.

Still with a grin on her face and apparently amused of which effect she had on him, she pointed at the paper she had given him before. “Do I get my autograph or what?”

He chuckled. “Sure. But not on this crappy piece of paper.” He took one of the autograph cards, a pretty black and white photography showing him standing in front of a white background, hands in his trouser pockets, and looking directly in the camera. Sexy and hot. He signed it and handed it to her. “There you go.”

* Autograph

When she reached for the card, her fingertips slightly brushed the back of his hand. Causing both of their hearts to change their rhythm. She read the dedication. To Meredith… The cutest Big Fool I’ve ever met. Love, Derek. She tried to calm her madly pounding heart down by taking one, two, three deep breaths and smiled at him. “Thank you, Mr Shepherd.”

“You’re welcome.” he whispered hoarsely, pulling his hand back from her touch.

She bit her lip. “Derek, about the other night,” she started and turned around to make sure nobody was about to attack her for holding up the progress. “I’m really… dearly… truly sorry for… what I did… or not did… However you want to call what I did… or… not did.” She frowned and then let out a sigh. “My point is, I’m sorry.”

Derek listened to her little speech in amusement. He couldn’t help it. She was so cute when she babbled. “Meredith, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. It’s far from okay. It’s about a hundred miles from okay.” she replied desperately.

Ask her, the familiar tiny voice bellowed. Ask her!

“Well, if you insist,” Derek leaned forward and lowered his voice, “make up for it. Say, tonight?”

“Huh?” Meredith looked a little lost now and Derek had a hard time to choke his laughter.

“We have a gig tonight at a charity event in Santa Monica, you apparently owe me something, so I beg you for coming.” His mouth was formed into a mischievous smile and his blue eyes were sparkling at her. She was glad to wear sunglasses right now.

Bad, bad, bad! someone shrieked inside her head. Say no!

“I…” She looked for some kind of excuse but nothing would come to her mind. And as he said… she owed him something. And to make matters worse, he now gave her his most perfect McDreamy head tilt, making it even harder for her to deny his request. This man played dirty! “Okay.” she finally gave in.

“Great!” Derek smiled from ear to ear. He reached for the card he had given her some minutes ago. “Gimme that.” He turned it, wrote down the address of the place and gave it back to her. “We start playing at 9 pm. Guess I have something to look forward to now.”

“Come on blondie, we’re waiting!” Meredith turned around abruptly and faced an annoyed-looking dark-haired teenage girl who pointed at the mass behind her.

“I should go now.” she said and twirled the autograph card in her fingers. She was about to spin on her heel but then changed her mind. She offered him her right hand and gave him an archly smile. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr Shepherd.”

He took her hand in his and squeezed it gently. “The pleasure’s all mine.” He couldn’t hide how glad he was that she’d accepted his invitation and jokingly peeped around. “So see you tonight then.” he added in an excessive mysterious tone, playfully winking at her. “I make sure you will get the best seats.”

“I hope so.” she whispered back. “Bye.” she smiled at him one last time and finally headed off.

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* Credits Pic: p-dempsey.com

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