Title: Let The Angels Commit
Authors: Sara And Lizzie
Rating: T for language, mild sex
Disclaimer: If we owned Grey's the season finale would not have sucked so much.
Summary: AU. Meredith is starting medical school in New York City. Her fiancé, Mark Sloan, is starting his internship with his two best friends, Derek and Addison in New York City. Mer and Mark are set to get married in November, and Addison thinks it's any day now Derek will pop the question. But Derek and Mer fall for each other. An alternate universe exploration of the Love rhombus created by mer, der, addie and mark.
Author's Note: We PROMISE to update our other stuff. But we've had this idea for ages and couldnt keep from starting it.
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We spend so much time planning for the future. We want control over every detail. We want to think we can know exactly what's going to happen. But the truth is the only thing we can predict about the future is that it's unpredictable. Life is full of surprises, and sometimes it's only when we think we know exactly what the future holds that we encounter what will change our lives.
Meredith Grey stood, uncertainly in the airport surrounded by her best friends. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and smiled at them uncertainly, ready to begin this new chapter of her life, but not ready to leave the old one behind.
"You're leaving." Cristina said bluntly. "Oh my God, who the hell told you to go to med school in New York?" she asked.
Meredith smiled at her friend. They had been over this. She was from Seattle, carted off to New York when her mother divorced her father and married Richard Webber. Richard's contract had recently run out at Mount Sinai hospital, and last spring he returned to Seattle Grace as chief.
Her undergrad at Dartmouth had been a blur. Only one of her four best friends had been there with her. They had all met at summer camp in Lake Tahoe when they were all eight years old. Cristina and Meredith's parents sent them there because they could; it was convenient, and their parents were busy. George, Izzie and Alex's parents had sent them there on scholarships.
The five of them were different, but they were all intertwined inextricably in each other's lives. "NYU." Cristina scoffed. "I wasn't aware that they even had a medical school. And you're getting married. Oh my God, Mer. You're going to have babies, go soft, and then I'll have to visit you in dermatology, not perform standstills with you."
Meredith rolled her eyes. "We talked about that, and children are not in the cards for a long time. Getting married isn't the worst thing that could happen to a girl." She said with a grin.
"Especially not with a husband like that." Izzie piped up, grinning mischievously. Meredith sighed and looked out the windows of the airport, her final glimpse of the Space Needle. They had spent the summer between college and medical school in Seattle, a blissful three months of rain, bars and lurking around Seattle Grace.
"Mer, he's starting his intern year. He's not going to have any time for you." Cristina protested. "You could come to Stanford with me…" she trailed off.
Meredith shook her head. "I'm going to NYU. I'm getting married. But we'll all come back right? Just like we promised." She thought fondly back to the night they sat in the bar across the street from Seattle Grace, deciding on two things; to get drunk out of their minds, and that they would return to Seattle for their internships.
"We'll come back." George promised. "Intern year, residency. It's all happening here."
Alex rolled his eyes behind George's back and grinned at Meredith, pulling her into a hug. "Kick ass, Grey." He said. "And tell that boyfriend of yours to treat you like gold, or I'll kick his ass." Meredith smiled and nodded.
She hugged George next. "Good luck, George." She whispered to him, squeezing his hand. She turned to a tearful Izzie.
"Mer, you're getting married." She wailed. Meredith smiled and embraced her friend tightly.
"Iz, you can help plan my wedding." She promised. "We'll email. He's going to be so busy. And we're getting married in November, which is so soon, so it's just going to be you and me on planning patrol all right?" Izzie nodded tearfully and pulled away.
Meredith took a deep breath and turned to Cristina. "I promise no babies." She said quickly. "And lots of visits. And you're going to be my maid of honor whether you like it or not." She snapped.
"Don't hug me." Her friend said stubbornly.
"Cristina…"
"I mean it. Don't even think about…" she was cut off as Meredith pulled her into a hug. Cristina rolled her eyes and squawked in protest, but wrapped her arms around her best friend anyway. "Keep your fiancé in line, or I'll perform experimental surgery on him." She muttered. Meredith smiled and wiped away a few tears that had formed in the corner of her eyes.
"This is final boarding call for Flight 259 to JFK. All passengers board at gate 17A." Crackled a voice over the loudspeaker. Meredith took a deep breath and gathered her carry on luggage.
"I'll see you all soon." She promised, backing towards the gate. She smiled one last time, and disappeared down the ramp, onto the airplane that was going to take her to New York City.
It was a long flight, but it gave her time to think. Everything was happening so fast. She was 22, and about to be married, which terrified her. Her engagement, her fiancé, medical school, his internship at the hospital where her step father used to be chief and her mother used to be an attending surgeon, it flew around her mind as the plane touched down.
As she strode off the plane into John F. Kennedy Airport, the buzz of New York City overtook her. She felt a rush of anticipation and a sense of foreboding, like she had no idea what the coming months would bring.
Across the airport, she spotted a familiar looking figure. She squealed and broke into a run. She was a few feet from him when she dropped her bags; she jumped into his arms as she reached him. Her legs hooked around his as their lips met.
"Meredith, I missed you." He breathed into her hair.
"I missed you too, baby." She said. She lifted her eyes over his shoulder, and stared into the intense, deep blue eyes of his best friend, Derek Shepherd. She smiled, but her insides were twisting with something she had never felt before.
Her sense of foreboding came back, only this time she knew why. "Welcome to New York!" he said in her ear.
She rolled her eyes. He sometimes forgot he didn't own the city. "Mark, I'm from New York." She said, earning a private smile from Derek. "I met you here."
"Whatever." He said kissing her again. "Only three months." He said, referring to their wedding. She nodded, smiling, but her eyes never left those of Derek Shepherd.
Life is funny like that. Just when you think that you've got it all figured out, when you're sure that nothing can get in the way of your plans, life throws you a curve ball.