Title: Hemmorhage
Author: MissMouseMD
Rating: High K+ (one bad word)
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
A/N: So I was just thinking about how awesomely amazing it would be if Meredith and Addison just teamed up against McDreamy. And while they don't exactly do that here, they come pretty damn close. Anyway, this is kind of random, but I got the idea in my head and it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down. Enjoy, and tell me exactly how much you enjoyed it. Or if you enjoyed it at all. Whatever.
Hemmorhage
She doesn't even know where she's going until she's there.
Her hand seems to move without her brain telling it to.
She knocks on the door.
She realizes that the person she's looking for probably went home.
It is one in the morning, after all.
But there's just the smallest chance she's still there.
And she's counting on that chance.
She knocks again.
"Come in."
Oh, God.
She didn't think there'd actually be anyone there.
But she can't back down now.
So she opens the door.
"Meredith?"
"Addison."
The two women stare at each other a moment.
She opens her mouth to say something, and words just start spilling out.
"I slept with your husband."
Oh, God.
She didn't mean to say that.
Oh, God.
Addison's staring at her.
She doesn't know what to do.
So she keeps talking.
"I know you probably hate me, and I'm really sorry, but I didn't mean for it to happen, it was like one minute we were yelling and then we weren't yelling and then by the time I realized what was happening it was too late to do anything about it, even if I wanted to, which I really didn't and I didn't mean for it to happen, I swear."
She should really stop.
She knows she should.
But if she stops, she might throw up.
So she barrels on, words hemorrhaging out of her mouth.
And she can't stop the bleeding.
"And I should probably stop talking, because you might go crazy and stab me with a scalpel, you know, since I slept with your husband, but I really didn't mean to, and plus right now I don't think I'd mind getting stabbed with a scalpel; it might make things a whole lot easier."
Her tongue is tripping over words.
They're coming out so fast she can't even understand herself.
But apparently, Addison can.
And she doesn't like the look on the woman's face.
The look of hurt, and shock, and betrayal.
So she doesn't stop.
The words keep on coming.
"And I probably shouldn't say things like that, because George and Izzie and Cristina are already pretty worried about me, but I suppose Izzie doesn't really care anymore seeing as her fiancé just died, but anyway they might think I'm suicidal or something, even though they should really know better, because, honestly, the way my life's been going for the past year, if I was suicidal I would have just gone ahead and killed myself by now, so they shouldn't worry really, even though things did just get a whole lot worse, because now I really am a dirty whore, just like my mom, who, come to think of it, made the exact same bad choices I did, and I really hope that doesn't mean I'm going to turn out like her, but back on topic, I slept with your husband andI am really, really, very, trulysorry."
She has to stop, or she'll pass out.
She takes deep, gasping breaths of air.
Trying to make the light-headedness go away.
For a minute, she looks at the floor.
Avoiding Addison's eyes.
Finally, she looks up.
And to her surprise, the woman starts to laugh.
It isn't real laughter, it's more hysterical.
Whatever it is, it's catching.
She realizes how ridiculous she must have sounded.
And soon she's laughing, too.
She doesn't know how much time passes.
Tears are running down both of their faces.
As they stand there, laughing and crying and wondering what the hell they ever did to deserve this.