So this is Christmas
DISCLAIMER: Neither Grey's Anatomy belongs to me nor does the character's do. Sadly. Otherwise we would have gotten a TV-Christmas last year or at least this year.
A/N: No Christmas on the show, but here it is my own little Christmas.
Today it's 2 days until it is Christmas and to be honest I am not yet in the mood. To get a little more atmospheric I started reading a few stories and decided spontaneously to write one by myself. This will be a short story. And because Christmas is standing right before the doors I am doing this without a beta. So if there are many mistakes please tell me and I will correct each and everyone.All the constellation and pairs are like you are used to them from the show. The latest episode seen on television is also the latest news used in my story. (Means episode 04x10)
Nevertheless this is mainly Mer/Der.
Now enjoy reading I hope some get the feeling for Christmas which I want to create. :D
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Meredith sat in her car driving home from the hospital. Her radio playing silently in the background.
She hated the program at this time of the year. Every reporter on the radio was so damn happy and Christmas songs were playing all the time.
If she was honest Meredith did not just hate the radio program in December she hated most of the people as well. They all were so busy and happy and doing secret things or talking behind their hands about presents they got for others. Meredith herself had never been on of those happy-Christmas-people. Most of the past Christmas's she had spend alone in her bed watching some old movie playing in the television. Her curtains shut. All the houses around were filled with love and life. Candles were lit and the families hugging each other and sitting together having diner.
She had never had a Christmas like that. Maybe she had, when her father was still with the family, but those times she could hardly remember.
The years she could remember of, in her childhood, were all the same. They were like she still spent them today.
Her mother was not at home. She worked always over the holidays and Meredith was not sure if she did it because she was a work-junkie or if she did not want to be at home and got reminded of the daughter she had and the man who had left her or the man she had left.
Whatever were the reasons she got used to be alone, but being used to it had never managed to destroy the feeling of aversion against Christmas and all the happy human beings it brings with it.
This year would hardly be any different.
Her friends had already left for their families or were about to do so in the morning.
All of them had asked more than once if she would like to come with them. "No one should be alone on Christmas." They told her, but she had refused to go and explained that she was ok with it, over and over again.
Cristina was the only one who was not that bright and happy as the others were. But she was visiting her mother, too.
"She will bite my head of if I miss Christmas." She had simply explained. And from all the people in the world, Meredith thought, Cristina would be the only one she would spend Christmas with.
In her deepest mind there was another person she could imagine Christmas with, but this idea was so absurd to her, that she barely wasted any thought to it.
And so she set there driving home, the day before Christmas. To her surprise all of the residents got free over the holidays.
Over the past year's it got a kind of tradition that it were the intern's who were on shifts this days. The only condition was to have the buzzer around if there was an emergency.
Working would have been better, she sighed. But no choice this was it. And she had survived a lonely Christmas before, so why should this year be different?
She thought of the other resident's. Hopefully they had left the house by now.
She was not too keen on seeing them again and to explain everything why she wanted to stay, all over again. It would be better for all sides when they were already on their ways.
Meredith pulled her van over and crossed the next junction on her way home. Right in that moment she realized that her fridge was empty.
When she had opened it this morning in search for some lost piece of old pizza she had made a mental note that it was time to refill it.
Soon she realized that it would be her to do so, because all of the others who could be in task were not at home.
Cursing inwardly she pulled her van over again and headed towards the supermarket instead of towards her sweet warm bed, she longed for now.
Quicker then she thought she made it to the small market. She slowed down and found a parking lot immediately; no one was shopping now it was nearly midnight.
The store was always open, but not always crowded.
Meredith entered it, with a little shopping cart in front of her. The silence which welcomed her was very seasonable and lifted her mood a little. The radio played old Elvis' songs and nothing of this silly Christmas stuff she was already sick of.
Meredith passed the fresh fruits and vegetables, directly to the big fridges full with microwave foods and fast food.
There she stood and examined the different choices she had.
It should be easy and fast and delicious, if there is even something like delicious in connection with microwave food.
Not very eager on making a decision Meredith stood there her head bowed and her thoughts now where near her.
Even if she stood here she thought of chocolate she wanted to buy and some crisps.
Maybe tequila would be a good idea, too. The more drunken she would be, the less she would remember of this holidays and the more she would sleep. Maybe she should…
Her thoughts were violently interrupted by someone standing so close behind her; she could feel his breath in her neck.
Her own breath stopped for a mere second then she wanted to spin around to push the person away.
But the moment she started to move she was stopped right in her spin by some strong arms.
Those arms pulled her towards the other body very arbitrative.
Meredith knew she was not strong enough to fight someone who was so forceful.
She lifted her head to see who was so irreverent and ambushed her in a public supermarket.
Before she even could see the face she intuitively knew who was holding her so intensely.