Disclaimer: I own the pink hair.

Rating: K+

Summary: I co-wrote What A Long, Strange Trip It's Been and I decided to expand upon one of the things the doctors were talking about in the elevator. And if you haven't read that fic, you should.

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"This has to be the worst day ever," Meredith groaned, laying on a gurney in the basement hallway.

"The worst day of our internship. I can't believe we didn't recognize that guy," Cristina said.

Derek, finally having a free moment, found Meredith with Cristina in the basement. "How are you two?" he asked, having heard about the fiasco with the visiting hotshot surgeon.

"This is the worst day of our internship ever," Meredith told him.

He sat in one of the wheelchairs and wheeled over to them.

"What was your worse day as an intern?" Cristina asked, "I need something to make me feel better."

"I first met Ellis Grey during a wheelchair race," he confessed with a chuckle.

Meredith looked over at him, sitting in the wheelchair and her jaw dropped, "Oh my god. That was you?!"

Derek gave her a confused look, "Yes?"

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Meredith was sitting in a mostly abandoned hallway and playing with her pink hair out of boredom, wondering again why she had wanted to come with her mother to New York if she was just going to be sitting in the hospital all day.

She picked up her pen again and pulled up her pant leg to continue drawing the almost Celtic design she had started earlier. It had to rain the only day in New York that she could go out by herself. And not normal rain. She could handle normal rain. This was pouring, hailing, full on storming.

Her head shot up as she heard voices and she soon saw four interns – she knew by the color of their scrubs – racing in wheelchairs. There was one girl with very red hair and three guys. One guy in particular caught her attention. He had dark, shaggy hair that just made you want to run your fingers through it and he was very good looking. Try as she might the pink haired rebel couldn't look anywhere but the intern's hair – which was ok because 1) if they asked her she could just say she was watching the race and 2) he wasn't looking at her.

Her dilemma was solved by the voice of her mother shouting at the interns. To avoid the embarrassment of being yelled at too she jumped off the gurney and ran back to the attending locker room.

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Cristina burst out laughing, "You had the hots for McDreamy even then?"

"I was 17," she replied pitifully, "I didn't even know who he was."

"Did you recognize me when we met in the bar?" Derek asked, intrigued.

Meredith shook her head, "No, I didn't even remember that race until now when I saw you sitting in the wheelchair."

"So who won?" Cristina asked.

"No one," Derek replied, "Dr. Grey found us before we could finish and assigned us to the pit for the rest of the day and banned us from the gallery for her surgery after yelling at us for about ten minutes."

Meredith giggled, "She ranted about you guys for a long time."

"I feel better now," Cristina said, "Getting yelled at by Mer's mom and banned from surgery is way worse."

Derek was just smiling at Meredith. She smiled back but asked him what he was smiling at.

"Fate," he said simply.

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