Whatever It Takes

Meredith felt the sting of her hangover shoot through her head before even opening her eyes the next morning... she let out a soft groan as she slowly opened her eyes to see the light in the room... she couldn't remember much of the night before other than more tequila and maybe some kind of dancing.

She turned her head to look at the clock and see what time it was knowing she'd have to be to work soon, but her clock wasn't there. She squinted noticing that her end table wasn't there, and for that matter her room wasn't either!

Her eyes widened and she gasped to herself realizing she wasn't in her own bed and gulped hard as she slowly turned her head to the other side of the bed and to her dismay there lay another person.

She cursed herself as she tried to remember the night before, 'did we?' 'didn't we?'. She slowly lifted the covers and peeked underneath them and breathed a sigh of relief seeing some articles of clothing still on.

She was down to a t-shirt and panties, but clothes didn't always mean she was in the clear. She gently nudged herself off the bed trying her best to not wake the form still sleeping on the bed.

Meredith grabbed her jeans and slipped them on carefully, then she grabbed her sweater and started sneaking her way around the bed and towards the door softly cringing with every step she took. She breathed a sigh of relief when she got to the door and reached out to turn the knob...

"So this is how you repay me?" she heard and let out a gasp as she turned around to see him sit up on the bed.

"W-what?" she asked out of breath.

"This is how you repay the guy that takes you home and puts you to bed when you're too drunk to even find your own car keys."

"Um." She stuttered out searching for a reply "I um."

"Relax." He smirked as he stood up and walked over to her "we didn't do anything, I'm not the kind of guy that takes advantage of pretty little drunk girls."

"You're not?" she asked surprised "I mean, good. You're not."

"But now that you're sober I would like to have an actual meeting where we stay sober for at least half the evening."

"A date?" she gulped.

"Some might call it that, but if it makes you too uncomfortable we can call it a small gathering." He smirked.

"Finn." She stated reluctantly not sure how to let him down.

"Meredith." He replied softly looking down into her blue green eyes "Its hard for me too... but you seem worth the effort." She swallowed forcefully and pressed her lips together in contemplation...

"I have to go to work." She hurried out as she finally opened the door, she stepped out but stopped and turned to see the disappointment in his eyes "But I get off at 8." His disappointment lightened to a smile and he gave her a nod before she took off.

"Eight o' clock."