So this is probably stupid, starting a fic during exams but I just had to do something. It's going to be slow progress but by next Tuesday I'll really be able to pound it out! Basically it's Thanksgiving - Christmas. I haven't decided if I'll do a New Years or something. All I know is that there's going to be lots of holiday spirit in this. Other than that, I'm letting it write itself.
Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy or any of their characters. I do own Brianna and Lynn. (Yes, they're coming back!)
"Absolutely not."
"Oh, come on. Seriously? You know I do this every single year! How can you NOT say yes?"
"Things change."
"Well, isn't that why we have traditions? A little bit of constant is good every once in a while."
"I need you here."
"You have functioned perfectly fine without me before. It's one day. I will be back the next day. I'll come in a wheelchair if I have to."
"Things have happened here. It's not the same. And besides, if you're not here, who is going to keep the crazy men in check?"
"Okay, Richard. We can do this one of two ways. Number one, you can let me go. Number two, I can hang around you all day long. Either way, I'm getting my way. So what's it going to be?"
Richard stared back at the woman sitting in front of his desk. He sighed. "Fine, I'll let you go. Don't think that there's not going to be a price to this."
Addison answered by merely crossing her legs and putting her famous smirk on her face. "Thank you, Richard. I knew you'd come around." She got up to leave and walked out of his office the exact same way that she had when they were in New York.
The Chief sat back and grinned. Some things never changed.
"Morning, interns," said Bailey. "The Thanksgiving schedule is tentative this year, but I will have it for you as soon as I get it. Dr. Montgomery will not be working. That's the only thing for certain. I assume that you are all on the same cases as yesterday?" She looked at all of them.
"My patient was discharged," said Meredith.
"Stay with the attending you were assigned to," said Bailey. "That would be Dr. Shepherd. Lucky you," she said with just a hint of sarcasm. "Get a move on, people!"
Izzie sniggered. "Hey Alex, have you done any real work lately? Oh, wait. How silly of me. Of course picking up your attending's dry cleaning is work."
"Shut up, Izzie. I'm telling you…one of these days…"
"Why's Satan taking off Thanksgiving?" asked Christina. "That doesn't make sense."
"Keep dreaming," said Izzie, ignoring Christina, who rolled her eyes.
"Karev," grinned Mark. "Just the person I wanted to see."
"Stevens," said Callie. "Let's go. We have a good case today, but we need to get started."
Derek walked up next to Meredith. "Hey," he said, kissing her on the cheek. "What's up?"
"Thanksgiving," she answered, leaving him looking a little confused.
"Let me guess," said Mark. "Addison's taking off Thanksgiving. She always does."
"Addison's been doing Black Friday ever since she was 10. She's really good at it," added Derek.
"What's Black Friday?" asked Meredith.
"Seriously?" asked both men at the same time. They looked at each other, surprised, then looked back at the interns, like they had reached some kind of mutual agreement to keep on hating each other.
"It's the Friday after Thanksgiving, the biggest shopping day of the year!" said Derek.
"It's one of the few days where everything's on sale, but I think you have to get up early or else you don't get the stuff."
"And there's fighting. Lots of fighting. Addison's pretty good but she always used to come home with scratches all over…bleeding one time, I think."
"Rabid shoppers striking out at each other all in the good spirit of Christmas?" asked Christina. "Sounds like my kind of holiday."
"Good morning," said Addison, sweeping into the room. "And thank you for the touching commentary. I loved it, really. O'Malley, let's go. After this case you're done for the day."
George left with a significant smile on his face.
"Let's go, Karev," said Mark.
"Dr. Grey," said Derek jokingly.
"Stevens," said Callie.
Christina sighed and headed off to do discharge.
A few hours later, George and Addison were finished with their surgery and were getting a snack, Addison's treat.
"Good job, O'Malley. You always go above and beyond the call of duty. That's a good thing." She looked at George and realized her comment was wasted at the moment because George's mouth was full of peanut butter crackers. "Wuff?" he managed to say.
"Chew with your mouth closed," said Addison. "Remember, the way your mommy taught you."
George glared and opened his mouth again.
"Ew," said Addison, pulling her hand up to shield her face. "Here." She handed him a napkin. "You cover your mouth while I…answer this phone call," she said, her phone ringing in her pocket.
George tried to swallow while Addison stuck her hands-free headset into her ear.
"Hello? Yes…yes…YOU WHAT?"
George was now leaning on the edge of his seat, phone in hand. Addison was still talking.
"Well, yes, of course. Yes, hurry. What were you think…you know what? I'll see you here. YES. Okay, bye." She turned around while putting her phone away to see George staring at her with an empty mouth and a face that was just asking for gossip.
"My sister and my niece are coming to visit me," said Addison casually, without a hint of the strong emotions she had had on the phone.
"Sister? Which one? You don't mean…"
"Lydia and Brianna are coming to visit," said Addison.
It was all George could do to not keep his eyes from popping out of his head. Instead, he swallowed and forced himself to stand up carefully. "You said…"
"Yes, O'Malley, go tell your little friends that Brianna's coming back," said Addison wearily.
"Is anything wrong?" asked George.
Addison looked at him.
"Right, over the line. Got it. I'll be going now," he said, turning to run, texting his friends all the while. Brianna's back.