Forbidden Passions

Chapter 1

Author's Note: hello, welcome to the dark side. This is very mature in the way that is written, does contain lots of graphic content. It's different from my usual writings, this is centered around Derek's intern year in Seattle. This is definitely AU and had some sensitive content in it so read at your own risk. This will probably be only 10-15 chapters just because I already am brainstorming a sequel, just think of this as a long prequel 🤪

Circa 1994

Derek Shepherd knew that tomorrow he would probably regret it, it was his first day as a surgical intern at one of the top programs in the nation and he was getting wasted the night before. The feeling of the burning whiskey slid down his throat, leaving the slow burn. He would much prefer a single malt scotch but didn't want to drive to a liquor store. His phone began to ring, he didn't even bother looking at it as he slid it on the coffee table, downing the last drop of whiskey in the glass. He hated the taste but loved the slow burn of the dark liquid sliding down his esophagus and the feeling of forgetting everything he had left behind.

"How could you? You never thought of me while you were screwing him, did you?"

He shook his head, the scene played over and over in his head. He couldn't quite imagine how the hell this all even happened. His problems couldn't possibly follow him all the way across the country, he could enjoy the silence of his new house he bought down the street from the hospital. The only noise the could be heard was the rain falling outside the window, turns out he hated the silence. His old life was so hectic, loneliness was going to take over him. This loneness that filled the home he was suppose to share with his ex-fiancée.  He poured another glass of whiskey, tipping it into his mouth before he slipped on his rain coat. He couldn't stand the silence anymore, he had to find a bar to wallow in his sorrows.

Ironically, he began walking toward the hospital, seeing the lit up neon sign that said 'Emerald Bar' on it across from the hospital. Maybe he was going to like Seattle, it did have ferry boats and his job was right across from a bar so he didn't have to sleep with nurses, he could widen his horizon. Just a few months ago, he never saw his life coming to this. He couldn't say he didn't miss her, or his life back home. He missed every part of New York, even the loud traffic and noisy neighbors that filled the streets. He missed his mother and his many sister's, his slew of nieces and nephew's that just seemed to keep growing. He couldn't believe it, that his life crumbled with just one night. A night that just seemed to replay in his brain. He was almost relieved when he walked into the bar. It was crowded with people, mostly people around his age or a little younger. He made his way to the bar, finding a seat as he slumped down. He looked at his surroundings, taking in every single face as he just wanted to drown his sorrows and to get what he came for. Sex. He hated what he was becoming, it reminded him too much of his best friend Mark. He loved Mark dearly, but the man loved to sleep around and have his way with women.

"Welcome, haven't seen you around here before," the bartender smiled, wiping peanut shells from the space next to him. He seemed friendly, tall and a little husky. He could probably take down a whole football team by the way he was built.

"New in town, is this a good place to hang out?" Derek questioned, taking a peanut from the wooden bowl on the bar and cracking it into his mouth, letting the two small peanuts fall into his mouth.

"Seems to be, can't really say much because then you would call me a hypocrite since I own the place, the names Joe," he said, throwing the rag over his shoulder.

"Derek, can I get a single-malt double scotch on the rocks," Derek asked, putting another peanut into his mouth. The salty taste was the perfect pair with his scotch soon to pass through his dry lips.