Pick

Warnings: I do not condone drinking, sleeping around or breaking someone's heart. All three are discussed in this piece. Oh, and Derek bashing. Wonderful, wonderful thing.

Disclaimer: If I owned Grey's Anatomy, there would be more Mark/Mer goodness, Alex would get together with Addison (because who CAN'T see the sexual tension there), Callie would be marrying George (tho, there are rumors about that), and Derek would fall off a cliff.

Summary: "I pick you, walking out with you that is," she breathed. Pre Mark/Mer

Notes: This is random and a three part series of Mark/Mer. They will prevail! And honestly, I'm not a basher, but Derek is just making me mad. MAKE UP YOUR MIND MAN! At least McSteamy sees what he wants and stays with it!

Dedicated to: rdrherrera because of some comment she made that just inspired me to write the Pick, Choose and Love Series

He'd done it again.

He broke her heart.

Tore it to shreds.

And stomped on it.

McHurtMe

Meredith slumped down on her stool in Joe's where she was (once again) drinking her pain away (again!) with shots of Tequila (yet again). it was getting far too reduntant where McHurtMe was concerned.

One minute, he was having hot McSex with her, being in McLove with her, and then BAM! It was McHurt, McBetrayl, McDepression and McDrinking.

She may as well go to McDonalds the way her Mc's were going.

Taking in a breath, Meredith did the only thing she could do, McDrunk and McDrepressed, she started banging her head on the bar.

"Hey, hey, don't do that!" a very familar voice called.

Blearly, she looked up and saw McSteamy staring at her. "Dirty Mistress Number 1?"

"Here!" Mark called.

That elicted a giggle from Meredith, Dirty Mistress Number 2. Then she sighed. "Let me guess, Satan had McSex with McHurtMe, you're McHurt, and you want to be McDrunk, so you can't be McDepressed."

He lifted an eyebrow at her. "You walk in on them too?"

She stared at him.

"You're kidding me, right?" She muttered.

"Ah," he said standing up, "Stupid question." He paused before asking for a water. "What are you doing here? Besides trying to get drunk."

"Get laid," Meredith declared, before drinking another shot of tequilla. "But I can't seem to get drunk enough tonight. I must be building up a tolerance, of all the horrors."

Mark chuckled at that and turned to see who entered when the door opened to Joe's. And then he stopped.

McHurtMe had just entered the building.

"Meredith," Mark whispered. "Derek just entered," he paused briefly and saw Derek's eyes fall on Meredith. "And he's spotted you. I'll hold him off, you get out of here. Or, we can McHurt him and you can walk out with me."

Meredith briefly paused, looking up into the concerned eyes of McSteamy. Derek had never looked at her like that. Like he was willing to put himself infront of her and all the danger that came along with it. She looked at the man who had become a friend over the last few months of her life through their chance encounters.

And she made a choice.

"I pick you, walking out with you that is," she breathed. "Only if it includes McSex afterwards."

His laugher drownd out anything Dr. McHurtMe had to say.

And she felt good.

Because Meredith had done something different.

She had picked Mark.

To be continued in Choose