Song: Tegan and Sara – Where Does Good Go?

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Rain splattered down from the bruise-coloured sky as Meredith Grey walked into Seattle Grace Hospital.

"Addison," Meredith called, walking quickly to catch up with her.

"Meredith," Addison greeted her, trying not to laugh.

"I'm sorry for what I said to you about Derek when I was on morphine. It was out of order. I didn't mean to put you in that position. It's not fair and I know you don't want to know me. I'm sorry."

Addison stopped walking. She gently gripped Meredith's arm and led her towards the supply cupboard to their right.

Once inside, she closed the door and turned to look at Meredith.

"Look, Meredith. I know you probably only know what happened because Yang told you. Do you even remember what I said to you?"

"I... no," a guilty expression crossed Meredith's face.

"Meredith I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I could never..." she trailed off mid-sentence. An uncharacteristic nervousness was clear in her face.

Addison took a deep breath and straightened the stethoscope around her neck.

"I don't hate you Meredith Grey."

With that, she walked out of the room, leaving Meredith alone with her thoughts.

"How nice of you to join us, Doctor Grey."

"Sorry Doctor Bailey, I was-"

But the woman had already moved on.

"This is Emma Thompson, 32 years old and 29 weeks pregnant. She's 1 day post-op from an appendectomy, and her baby has been diagnosed with a Congenital Diaphragmatic Hernia."

She turned to her interns.

"Grey. What is CDH?"

"A deformity of the diaphragm, causing abdominal organs to move up into the chest cavity which prevents the baby's lungs from developing properly."

Bailey nodded, attempting to seem angry for Meredith's lack of punctuality.

Meredith and Cristina were sitting in the cafeteria in the hospital later that day.

"You gonna eat that?" Alex asked Meredith, sitting down next to her.

"Ugh, go away, Evil Spawn," Cristina snapped.

"Shut up," Alex retorted.

"Mer?" Cristina called "anyone in there?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry I was just-"

"Staring at McDreamy? I gathered."

Which one? Meredith thought.

"Did you hear about the nurses in radiology?" Alex started talking and Meredith zoned out again.

"Meredith! What is wrong with you today?" Cristina demanded.

"I don't... I'm not hungry." Meredith stood up

Alex and Cristina shared a look.

Meredith's pager started beeping and Cristina's went off a second later.

"It's Addison. Emma Thompson's in labour!"

"Addison?" Cristina asked as they ran. "What happened to Satan?"

Meredith gave her a look and ran off.

"Okay, his BP's dropping. We need to get her to the OR right now," Addison pulled off her glove and turned to the patient. "Emma, I'm sorry but we need to do a C-Section right now."

They pulled the sides up on the gurney and began to push it to the lift.

"Yang, book an OR. Meredith, you'll assist."

Cristina looked deeply offended as she picked up the phone.

"Sorry" Meredith mouthed at her friend.

When Meredith entered the scrub room, Addison was already in there.

She turned on the tap and picked up a sponge. Addison turned her head and for a second, their eyes met.

Sighing, Meredith poured the soap on her hands and began scrubbing more vigorously than necessary.

"Okay, I need more suction. I can see his head."

Addison put down the scalpel.

"More retraction..." a minute passed. "I've got him."

She handed the baby boy to Meredith, who rushed him to the neonatologist waiting in the room.

"His vitals are low," she said. "Improving with oxygen."

"Doctor Montgomery, we're taking him to OR 3 for his surgery. He's stable," Meredith informed her.

"Excellent work, Meredith," replied Addison. She offered a small smile, then turned back to closing the patient.

"Is that a thing? The peanuts in this bar? I swear everyone is addicted to them," George said, looking at the piles of shells on each table.

"Who cares?" Cristina said, "Mer, you want another?" she gestured to the empty shot glasses.

"Uh, sure." They stood up and walked to the bar.

Meredith placed her wallet on the wood and turned to see none other than Addison sitting at the bar.

"Hi," she said

"Hey," Meredith replied, glancing nervously at her hands.

"How are you?" Addison began a conversation while Joe poured the drinks.

As Cristina carried the shots back to their table alone, she sat down with George, Alex and Izzie. She frowned.

"What is going on with Mer and McDreamy's ex McWife? Because Meredith will not stop staring at her," Cristina laughed.

Alex and George shared a look, before bursting into laughter too.

"You think Mer's moved on to the She-Shepherd now?" Alex chortled.

"Not a chance. Mer is not bi. She is like, the least gay person ever. She can't walk into a bar without finding a new McDreamy," Izzie said.

"A male McDreamy," George added.

"No way, I could totally see that happening," Alex said, grinning.

"I do not want to know what's going on inside your head," Izzie said, scowling.

"Come on, it would be hot!" Alex defended.

"Believe me, it's not that hot." Everyone turned to stare at Izzie, including Meredith, who had just come over.

"Montgomery is hot. You tried being a lesbian?" Alex asked, his eyes wide.

"I don't need to answer that," Izzie said. "I have to go." She left.

"Me too," said Alex. "O'Malley, you coming? This place is lame."

"Sure."

Meredith sat down next to Cristina. Her cheeks were pink.

"How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough. Drunk Cristina isn't very good at being quiet."

"Whatever. One more shot?"

"Fine. Then we're going home. You're staying at mine, you can't drive."

They took the shots quickly. Meredith grimaced.

"That one may come back up,"

"Yep," Cristina agreed as they left the bar.