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THE SEXY SCALPELS
In Which Addison Brings Bad News
By George's bedside, a lot of people were gathered. It was his people. All the people who had loved him and some that just kind of liked him.
There were the chief, Bailey, Callie and Arizona, all his junior resident friends a long with all their interns, attendings and nurses. All saying goodbye.
"George is dead... I need a bottle of tequila," Meredith whispered in Cristina's ear.
"Good call, let's go to Joe's, and when he throws us out we'll go home to your place and drink more there!" Cristina said and actually lightened up by her terrific idea.
Meredith nodded and they started walking out of the patient's room.
Bailey followed them.
"What do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
Cristina and Meredith turned around.
"We're doing what we always do," Cristina explained.
"Oh no. I know what you two always do... And that's to drink away your sorrows and sleep with all the wrong people!"
"So?" Cristina said and Meredith looked confused.
Bailey sighed.
"You're married!" she said to Meredith who smiled slightly.
"Yes, but I won't drink so I'm that far out of my senses," Meredith answered and looked from Cristina to Bailey with nervous eyes when they both gave her disbelieving looks. "Well obviously?" Meredith said, trying to get them on her side. "I'll just drink so I don't feel George anymore."
"Eehhm, Mer...," Cristina said, considering how good this idea actually was.
"I'm coming with you," Bailey decided. Cristina opened her mouth to protest but the glare Bailey gave her made her close it again.
~GA~
Dressed in civil clothes, with tears still streaming down their faces, they entered the bar.
Joe frowned upon the look of the three, and he immediately went to go get glasses and tequila. Red wine for Bailey.
After taking a couple of sips of her wine, Meredith and Cristina had finished their first shot and demanded another round.
"Jeez, what happened to you?" Joe asked, looking scared. He looked even more scared when they glared at him.
"Don't ask," Cristina said.
Bailey wondered if the others were coming in. She was sure about that, after George's death there would be others wanting to get drunk.
"There's going to be a busy night," Bailey told Joe. He looked questioningly at her, but she just shook her head.
"Hey, take it easy there," she then told Meredith and Cristina as they had already consumed three shots of tequila. "Drink some water!"
Then she noticed something behind Meredith's head. A redhead she recognized. It was Addison. Bailey had a flash back from when Addison had been sitting in the bar after her marriage had broken up. But it had to be something else this time, and she didn't really seem that messed-up.
Bailey took her glass of wine, glared at Joe and told him to keep an eye on her to fools, and then walked over to Addison.
She was sitting alone, with a huge drink in front of her, and surrounded by a couple of empty glasses.
"Mark was here," she told Bailey as she sat down by her side. "Mark was here and then he had a 911 because apparently his girlfriend's best friend or something just died...," she said.
"Why are you here Addison?"
"Do you know Mark, Miranda? He's the biggest slut ever. And now he has a girlfriend, and he even wants to move in with her! And do you know who the girlfriend is? It's just unbelievable."
Bailey put her hand on Addison's.
"George died, Addison," she told her and started crying once again.
"O'Malley?" Addison whispered.
"He jumped in front of a buss to push a girl out of the way. He saved her life."
"Oh... Now my problems don't seem so important anymore. Thanks, I guess."
"Oh, let's just focus on you, I don't want to think about this," Bailey said, stroking her tears away and tried to smile. "Let's start with why you are here?"
Addison took a deep breath before she started.
"I lost this patient...," Addison began but burst into tears. "But she was more than a patient because she was a friend of mine... Family... One of Derek's sister's... He doesn't know yet."
"Did you come here to tell him?" Bailey asked.
"Yes, sort of... Actually I can't really do it on my own, so I was thinking maybe Mark could help me, otherwise Derek's mom can get here, but she really doesn't want to travel right now so I don't want to ask her."
"Mark can't help?"
"I kind of got sidetracked with telling him how I didn't believe he can manage to keep a girlfriend..."
"Oh, Addison..."
"But I'm sad, that's my excuse. I also got to find out that this girlfriend of his is Meredith's little sister! Is she always going to ruin things for me?"
"Lexie and Mark are hardly Meredith's fault."
"Lexie," Addison muttered and then said, "what kind of name is that anyway?"
Meredith and Cristina noticed where they were and came walking toward them.
"Oh, great," Addison muttered, taking a huge sip from her drink.
"Hi Addison, how nice to see you," Meredith said with a broad, drunken smile on her face.
"Hi Meredith," Addison sighed.
"If you're that sad you haven't had enough tequila," Meredith advised her.
"Vodka," Addison said and pointed at her drink.
"Oh, but that's not gonna make you bright and shiny," Meredith said.
"Oooh! I love this song!" Cristina suddenly exclaimed and started dancing.
Addison sighed again.
"You know what Addison?" Meredith said.
"What?"
"Derek and I are married!" she exclaimed and started giggling. "Isn't that weird?"
Cristina grabbed Meredith and dragged her away a bit to dance.
"Like this couldn't get any worse," Addison said.
"Maybe you could get Meredith to help you tell him?"
"Yeah right. Like I want to owe Meredith something."
"Well you already do? I don't mean to be coldhearted or anything, but you did take him from her when you already knew, in your heart at least, that it wouldn't work out."
"Thanks Miranda," Addison said and rose to her feet and took her bag.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to tell Derek before his mother or one of his sisters calls him."
"Oh, no. You're not telling him in this state!" Bailey ordered, but then turned around because there was a loud crashbehind her.
Cristina was on the floor, laughing hysterically. She had fallen on a table, which also fell and a lot of glass shattered on the floor. Meredith was also laughing as she tried to help Cristina up, but fell on top of her instead.
"Okay, I'm taking all of you home!" Bailey decided.
A/N: Actually I got this idea for fic in a dream. I dream weird, I know. The actual dreaming-part comes in the next chapter! Please review! And Merry Christmas everybody!
