I believe in what’s here. I don’t judge things on a preset basis; I just call ’em as I see ’em—that sort of thing. So do I believe in ghosts? Or little green men? Vampires? Werewolves? No, I don’t. There’s simply not enough evidence to support any of those.

But ghosts—like past decisions? I do believe in those. They haunt you daily. Part of me wishes I’d never met Addison. But really, in retrospect, she made me who I am, and without her, I wouldn’t have come to Seattle, where I met Meredith. It’s the beauty of mistakes: sometimes they take you to where you’re supposed to be.

She’s my ghost. Even now she’s still there for me, when I was crumbling to pieces because Meredith had nearly drowned, so I can’t very well say she’s haunting me. Sure, I asked her to leave, even after our divorce, but the truth remains that if she knows me better than anyone at Seattle Grace—with the exception of Mark. She sees the signs of weakness and she helps me overcome. Addison is my ghost, but in a way, I don’t know what I’d do without her.

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You can’t escape your past. You can’t pretend it never existed. You can’t move on. You just can’t. Yesterday is going to sneak up from behind and catch you off guard. You won’t expect it. Or, at least, I didn’t.

My life in New York seems almost like a blur, but it was actually just a little over a year ago. And it was hell then. The torrid triangle between Addison, Mark, and I … that’s a dead mule of a story.

I thought that if I put her out of thought and out of mind, it would be like she never happened. That’s probably horrible, probably the sort of thing to make the elderly gasp in shock, but she cheated on me—with my best friend. It wasn’t something I wanted to remember.

But now I have to put up with both her and Mark every day. I could do without that. I would like to be able to move on without their constant, overwhelming presences, but they’re there. So I have to make the best of it, because it looks like, just like the song, they’re here to stay.

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The Beatles - Yesterday

One year Nancy threw a Christmas party. That’s nothing unusual. She likes parties—or, rather, liked them until she got married and had—what’s the count now?—four kids, I think. So every Christmas, Halloween, Fourth of July, St. Patrick’s Day, Flag Day… pretty much any day she can get away with, Nancy’s sure to have a party. This one was no different. It consisted of all of our siblings, their spouses, my mom, Mark, and his current “girlfriend.”

By the end of the night most of us had had a lot to drink. The girls thought it would be funny to blindfold me and tell me Addison was waiting under the mistletoe in the door to the kitchen. I didn’t notice she was at the other end of the room. So, being the drunken idiot I was, I allowed Nancy to wrap a blindfold around my head and lead me to the kitchen.

Sure enough, someone was there; I brushed their arm as I passed. Of course I thought it to be my wife, so I thought nothing of it.

As it would later turn out, that someone was an equally drunken Mark.

To this day I’m not sure what happened. I prefer not to think about it.

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Looks like someone saw fit to fork over some cash on McDouchebag's behalf.  That was soooo unnecessary, Very Kind Person; he's totally unworthy of the 6 months' paid time you gave him.  But I, on the other hand, can't thank you enough!

Prompt: Aerodynamically the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it, so it goes on flying anyway. --Mary Kay Ash
Character: Derek Shepherd
Warnings: None
Pairings: Derek/Meredith
Your character's fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Word count: 222
Rating: G
Disclaimer: If I owned, Derek and Meredith would have nothing to do with one another...
Notes: A little underlying snarkiness as I totally do not sail this ship. Unfortunately, Derek does.

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Derek didn’t like to think about odds or probabilities. In the OR, he didn’t believe in giving up on a patient because, statistically, they probably weren’t going to come to after four attempts at revival. He believed in doing what felt right to him. But not just in surgery—everywhere, all through life.

For example: his relationship with Meredith Grey. For everything they had been through, they shouldn’t be together. The odds weren’t good for a man and his mistress—whether he viewed her as one or not. Statistically, they should have called it quits a long time ago. But Derek believes in what feels right, not what’s easiest. At least, he believes as much when it’s convenient for him. That’s not the point, though.

All it takes with the two of them is faith. The past year, when he couldn’t stop looking at her and it very nearly drove him crazy, he knew—subconsciously, he just knew—that it would work out for them. After over a decade of marriage to another woman, and a love lasting even longer, two months with Meredith was all he needed. He was hooked. So he believed, despite the odds and the whispers behind their backs and the fact that his mother and sisters would kill him—he believed in what he and Meredith had.

Derek liked everyone thinking he could do no wrong. In fact, that was one of his great prides—most people seemed to be convinced he was close to perfect. In truth, he had been upset with the rumor mill that was Seattle Grace Hospital; it had turned his life into the Derek Shepherd Show; it had revealed his secrets. If anything, he liked keeping his secrets.

One of those secrets, one he had managed to keep to himself—himself and Meredith—was the fact that he never danced in public. He knew he was a bad dancer, but, he being who he was, he didn’t want to let anyone know that, so he simply never danced where anyone could see him. But there were exceptions—most of them occurring when he had not been thinking about his image, or about dancing at all.

He had danced the traditional dance on his wedding day. He had held her close to him, taking no notice of the crowd watching him, not worrying if they realized he was terrible, in spite of the lessons he had taken. All he knew in that instant was that he loved her, that he wanted to hold her forever. Everyone in the room faded away, and all that was left was the music and the warmth of his new wife’s body pressed against his.

He had danced just a few weeks ago at the hospital’s prom, again with his wife. Again he held her, and again his thoughts were nowhere on making a fool of himself. He wasn’t even aware of the person he was dancing with. All he saw was her, across the room, with her date—their vet. He saw her and he couldn’t stop seeing her. He couldn’t, even when he was dancing, even when he didn't want to, even when he had his arms around his wife’s waist, all he ever saw was Meredith Grey.

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Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! In September I didn't flush (-1 points). In June I pushed dr_evil_spawn in the mud (-17 points). In August I helped dark_n_twisty hide a body (-173 points). In March I gave she_shepherd a Dutch Oven (-10 points). Last Friday I signed my organ donor card (28 points). Overall, I've been naughty (-173 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking! Sincerely, drderekshepherd

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Mer and a hidden body? I shudder to think.