Well hello there, my pretties! Welcome to my first fic!

I am ridiculously excited to be posting this and both giddy and terrified that someone other than myself will be reading this little mumbo jumbo of words that I like to call a story heehee. This story is based on real events and it is intended for mature audiences due to explicit sexual content. It's all in the name of love and this fic is very dear to my heart, so I would never write anything that wouldn't do justice to the actual events. Hopefully this is tastefully written and it makes up for a wonderful read for you guys.

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Hopefully you'll enjoy this and welcome to Las Flores! :)

Meredith Grey loved living on the countryside. She always figured there's got to be something oddly calming about waking up at 8am, sun blazing calmly through her Victorian bedroom windows while the birds chirp away, the sound of the Dawson boys, her next door neighbors, running up to the big tank always filled to the brink with chilly water. The tiny, welcoming town of Las Flores, California holds no more than 500 inhabitants, all of which know each other's pet peeves, routines and even some sordid details regarding each other's personal lives. All combined makes up for a small, tight knit community, where hardly anyone is under 60 years old. Oddly enough, Meredith felt more at home here than on the bright lights of New York City, where her mom, the great Ellis Grey, runs one of the most elitist, exclusive and prestigious private practices America has to its name. To Meredith, all of the empire she's building is nothing but frivolous. Fleeting. She has always cursed the fact her mother neglected the little town that saw her only child being born into this world, at that tiny hospital just across the street from her house. Of course, such small accomodations were not filled to the brink with high tech instruments or home to complicated procedures, nor were they able to bring in those great names who change the face of Medicine day in, day out. Of course this small town never witnessed any noteworthy events, nor is it on the newspapers every day but it was home. A home her mother chose to conveniently forget about. Meredith, however, has always cherished just how peaceful life is in Las Flores. That's why, every single Summer, Meredith leaves her mother's enterpreneurial spirit and her hunger for success back in New York and escapes to the Grey estate, a gated property located on the hills of the tiny town.

The big, palacesque house, surrounded by miles worth of green playgrounds and some of the most exquisite blossoming plants known to men would be a maze to anyone but Meredith. She grew up running around the bright green grass, hiding from her nanny's behind those big palm trees, pretending to have a picnic on the big stony table, scrapping her knees on the rocky driveway and overlooking the empty house located next to hers. When she was six years old, she had heard horror stories from her friends, saying the house was haunted by the ghost of its last inhabitant, Mr. Palmer. Her mom, however, was quick to dismiss such ludicrous stories, saying Mr. Palmer had simply moved away and put the house up for sale many years ago, but no one had wanted to buy it. The generous sized house, which Meredith always considered similar to a Spanish villa, was vacant for about 10 years until Meredith returned home that Summer. She had called her driver, Manuel, lovingly referred to as Manny, pick her up at the airport. Manny was one of the Grey servants, which consisted of Ana, the chef; Marybeth, the housekeeper; and of course Manny, the driver. All of them were dear to Meredith's heart, and she couldn't wait to get to the house and catch up with them. Although her mother often looked down on it, Meredith never shied away from building a friendship with the servants, who she refused to address in such a demeaning way.

She was walking towards the airport's parking lot with her bags in tow when she spotted Manny leaning casually on the open car door, a wide grin on his face and his arms stretched out. Without hesitating, Meredith launched herself into the familiar arms of the man she had known all of her life, who had driven her to the market, to the park, to the pool and to wherever else she asked him to. He was the good one.

"Manny!", Meredith shouted, a grin never leaving her features.

"Oh honey, we've missed you so much around here! The West Coast isn't the same without you," Manny breathed, his voice shaking slightly.

"All year I count the days until I can come back here. I feel like this is the only place on Earth where I feel truly happy," she said.

"I know," Manny nodded while putting her bags in the trunk of the car. "We wish you could come out here more often but I know how the Dragon is. Fiercely protective of you even though she's never home to actually see you."

"That's ancient history, Manny," Meredith said, while getting on the passenger seat of the car. "She does the best she can. I know, deep down, she's only looking out for my best interests."

"You know you're supposed to ride in the back, right?" Manny scolded playfully. "I'm supposed to be your chauffeur, and you're not allowing me to do my job, Miss Grey."

"Just drive, silly man," Meredith laughed. "You know I don't need fancy things. Tell me more. How are things around home? Is everything the same as last year? Is Ms. Rutherford married already?"

"Oh honey, things are practically the same. You can't expect much excitement when you live in a town the size of a pea," Manny laughed. "But yes, Ms. Rutherford married that rich architect from Los Angeles, so she no longer lives down the street. Shame, she was a real nice one. But there's something even more interesting, now that I think about it."

"What's that?", Meredith asked, a brow raised high.

"There's someone new on the block. Some fancy neurosurgeon. Now, I don't know if the man's well known or on his way up, but Ana says he's got the looks going for him," Manny laughed. "You know I don't give two water buckets about his looks, though."

"Yeah, I know, Manny. You're a ladies man," Meredith laughed. "But what's his name? Do you know anything else?"

"Ana says he's Dr. Shepherd, I don't know his first name, though," Manny said. "But if you ask me, I think Ana has the hots for him, so she might know. She even baked him some blueberry and cheese pie, and you know she only bakes that when she wants something."

"Oh that I know," Meredith breathed. "That house was empty for so many years, why would anyone want to buy it now?"

"Beats me, kid, but word on the block is that he's coming to work for our little clinic. Said he needed some time off from the big city and start fresh. Ana said he's not the friendliest of them all, he's not all that nice to people. She's never seen him crack a smile or anything of the sort. My guess is he's a little loner," Manny joked.

"Don't say that about the poor man," Meredith laughed, just as she caught sight of the big sign that read Las Flores. "Oh, how I missed this town."

"You know, honey, maybe one day you'll come back for good and we'll save some gas on the trips to the airport," Manny laughed.

"Oh aren't you a funny one," Meredith giggled as Manny ran the car up their street and passed by some good looking man's driveway. "Oh, is that the doctor?"

"Why yes it is, kid," Manny looked over her head. "Now you can make your own assessments."

The man was impressive, to say the least. Meredith's breath was knocked out of her for a few seconds as she stared at the man, his tanned, muscled torso was hugged by a form fitting white tank top paired with dark washed out jeans that tightened on his round ass, his hair was a mess of raven locks which had clearly been toussled by him and he was washing his Porsche Cayenne on the driveway of his house. When he heard their car drive by, he whipped his head around and his eyes caught Meredith's for a little longer than a few seconds, his lips stuck together in a tight, harsh line. Meredith couldn't help but be attracted to that brooding man, a keeper of many dark secrets she'd love to find. Maybe in another lifetime. She just hoped to God her driver wasn't being far too observant right now, because she was pretty sure she'd need some cooling off by the time she got home.