Summery: It's all about the sex right? What happens when it has to become something more? MerAlex. (Bad summery)
Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy.
I've never written a MerAlex before. I've never even thought about writing one but after reading a few I really like their chemistry. So I wanted to post this one to see if I got good response to my way of writing them. If this goes well, I have other ideas for potential MerAlex stories.
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Night had fallen quicker than she had expected. Looking up at the sky, she wondered how long she had been walking. Here and there was a patch of stars poking out from behind thin clouds or wedged between thick ones. The park was lit with street lamps about ten feet apart, but the trees just behind her and beyond the fountain were completely dark. Falling back in a bench, she looked around. It probably wasn't safe for her to be out at night in a near empty park, but she couldn't stay in that house. The space was suffocating her. She couldn't ask anyone to come with her, especially not him. He would ask too many questions and it was just easier to avoid them all.
The wind blew through the trees sending a shiver down her spine. Pulling her coat tighter around her body, she looked around the park. A few people here and there walked or sat busy in their conversations. Her eyes traveled up to the sky. The night sky had always been a mystery to her. She could lay in the grass and be lost in it for hours on end. But tonight, she had too much on her mind to do that.
Her phone began to ring again, but she ignored it. Eventually it stopped only to start a few seconds later. She reached into her pocket and withdrew in. Looking at the ID, which said 'Alex,' she hit the ignore button and let it go to voicemail. She looked back up at the sky as if looking for an answer to the question that had been eating away at her all day. But nothing came. Nothing answered.
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She sat in the driveway unsure if she should go in. Every time, she made an effort to move her body would lock up and she would sit there paralyzed. The lights were on in the living room. He was probably watching TV while eating whatever he could find for dinner. The clock ticked away another hour and it was midnight. Even though she had work in the morning and needed to be getting to bed, she couldn't move. But in the pit of her stomach, she knew it would be a sleepless night.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to mentally prepare herself enough to get out of the car. Pushing the door open, the lights in the car clicked on. She looked around, grabbed her bag, and got out of the car. Step one was done. Step two was the harder part. Slowly, she moved across the yard and up the pathway. She stared up at the front door as she stood at the bottom of the stairs. Taking the railing in her hand, she slowly began up what seemed like a never-ending set of stairs.
Taking another deep breath, she pushed the door open as quietly as possible. Stepping in, she looked around to find Alex asleep on the couch. Relief washed over her as she put down her stuff down. After pulling her shoes off, she walked across the living room to the couch and pulled the blanket, that hung over the back of the couch, over his sleeping figure before quickly heading upstairs.
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The next morning, Alex woke up. Looking around, he noticed it wasn't his bed or his room. It wasn't Meredith's bed or Meredith room. It took a second for him to figure out he had fallen asleep on the couch. Sitting up, he looked around. The clock on the cable box read that it was five fifteen, so he still had a half an hour before he had to leave.
"Meredith?" He called into the kitchen.
Getting no answer, he headed upstairs and called her name again. He walked to her room and opened the door. The room was empty.
"Mer?" He called again.
Sighing, he walked out and into the bathroom. She must have already left.