So I have another fic. This one was orginally written in Chapter form, but divided into different parts. I named the parts and found the names kind of important, so I decided to keep them there. Also, the bold is Meredith's voiceover and they are at the beginning and ending of every chapter. I hope you enjoy! Please review!
Chapter 1: We Didn't Do It
Part 1: I don't know why
Fresh starts. They come in handy a lot. New setting, new job, new people, new life. It was exactly what she needed. She could leave all of the mistakes, doubt, and worries behind. Leave all of the family problems and boy problems behind. Fresh slate. No one would know anything about her. She could be who ever she wanted to be.
"New around here?"
"You could say that," she said as he filled up the shot glass in front of her. She quickly took it: no salt, no lime.
"Want another?" the bartender asked, holding the Jose Cuervo.
She smiled at him, "Want? Yes. Can? No. I shouldn't even be here. I'm supposed to be at a work thing. I just don't like big social gatherings."
He chuckled a little, "Feel like it would be better if you were a little buzzed?"
"Leaning that way," she answered.
Someone on the other side of the bar caught his attention. He turned back towards her, "I'll check back with you later," he said with a wink before heading over to help his other customers.
She looked down at the shot glass she was still holding, swishing around the small drop still left. She knew she'd have to leave eventually, but she really didn't want to go. Maybe if she waited long enough, she could slip in, make a small appearance, and then slip out again. She didn't want anyone noticing her really, or noticing her relations. She definitely wanted to hold out on that one for as long as she possibly could.
"This seat taken?"
She wrinkled her forehead in surprised confusion as her thoughts were interrupted by a man who had taken the seat she swore had held an overweight woman two seconds ago. "Apparently it is now," she said as she finally placed the shot glass down on the bar, listening
"Joe?" he called out to the bartender.
"Hey, doc. How've you been doing?" Joe asked as he walked back over to the two.
"Working," he answered, "Everything been going good with you?"
"Wonderful. Walter is doing much better," he said with a smile, "Your regular?"
"Thanks," he said as Joe went over to get the drink, "And tell Walter I'm glad he's doing better and next time, I hope to see him under better circumstances."
"So do I," Joe called back before he placed the drink in front of him. He looked back over towards her, "Want another shot?"
She looked down at the empty shot glass that she'd resumed playing with as she watched the small conversation, "No, I should probably get going."
Joe smiled at her, "Well, have a good night. I hope this social thing isn't as horrible as it sounds."
"Me too," she answered before he was called by a table for another round of beers.
"New around here?" the man asked, looking over at her as he sipping his scotch.
"Yes. Apparently you're not," she answered.
"I am actually, I was just on his boyfriend's case. Car accident. It wasn't that bad considering the circumstance," he responded.
"Oh," she offered, as a somewhat not interested sounding response.
"Nathan," he said extending his hand with a flirty smile upon his face.
She was a little surprised. She hadn't been expecting him to introduce himself, let alone continue to talk to her. She looked down at his hand and then back up to his face. Realizing she did have an excuse to get up and leave, she figured being polite wouldn't be that big of a deal.
She allowed a smile to creep upon her face as she took his hand, "Kristin," she said.
"It's nice to meet you, Kristin," he said, the same smile that she just began to really notice.
"Nice to meet you too," she said a little lazily, too caught up in those eyes she'd just spotted to form her words correctly.
"So, you aren't from around here? Where are you from?" he asked.
"New Hampshire," she said, turning back to the bar.
He smiled, his eyes still glued to her, "That's a far way from here."
"Yeah," she said quickly, "You know, like Joe said, I do… I do have that social... thing I have to get to," she said as she stood up and grabbed her purse, allowing her dress to situate itself around her body perfectly. She needed to escape. The familiarity of this situation was too much and it went completely against her fresh start thing.
"A thing?" he asked, slightly amused.
"Yeah, a thing. For work, you know? Stupid, but I have to make an appearance," she rambled as she placed a few bills down on the bar, "Make sure Joe gets that."
"Will do," he answered with a nod.
"Thanks. It was really nice meeting you, Nathan."
He smiled at her again. She was really beginning to wonder why he kept doing that, "You too, Kristin."
With that, she turned around and walked out of the bar. As she turned to the door and the small bell rang, she got one more glimpse of the man. As she expected, he'd been watching her leave. Making herself leave that bar was definitely a step in the direction of a fresh start.
Chapter 1: We didn't do it
Part 2: I don't care why
"Name tags?" she whispered under her breath. This completely ruined her plan. Great way to stay undercover when your well-known name has been displayed for all these people for the last hour while you've been avoiding the situation in a bar. "Great plan," she added for herself as she picked up her nametag, put it on her dress, and covered it with her pull over.
She walked in, purposely staying off to the side, only observing the situation. She recognized some of the renowned surgeons from various articles and conferences, but no one seemed to notice her. Thankfully.
Her eyes scanned the room. She saw a small-catered table, punch at one end. Since it was unfortunately not a college party like she was used to, she was basically guaranteed that it wasn't spiked, but she figured if she told herself it was alcohol, she could make herself feel buzzed just enough to get through this. Mind over matter. Apparently she hadn't had enough tequila at the bar. She should have let that Nathan buy her a few.
Changing her gear of mind, she decided she was here; she needed to make an appearance, so that she could get out as soon as possible. The problem? The appearance involved talking to a man she really wanted to avoid. Unfortunately, her hidden nametag wouldn't keep her identity hidden from him.
Chapter 1: We didn't do it
Part 3: You'll go down
She hugged her pull over close around her body, despite the rising temperatures as more people added to the crowd, hoping to keep the mystery as long as she could. She made her way across the room, her eyes landed on her unwanted goal. She had to get over this. She'd see him all the time from now on, but still she didn't want to see him tonight.
As she got closer, he looked up from an older couple, his eyes landing directly on her. His face went from surprised to delight, taking a little bit of pressure off of her. At least this may not be completely painful.
"How are you doing?" he asked enthusiastically, almost completely blowing off the other guests, turning over to her.
She looked around, hoping no one noticed how friendly he was greeting her. She didn't need anyone to think she'd be receiving special treatment. "Good," she answered with her best fake smile, plastered on her face, "How you are you?"
"Great," he answered, shaking her hand, "It's wonderful to see you finally starting your career."
"Yes, it's nice to be out of school," she said uncomfortably.
"Chief?"
They both looked over at the opposite side of the room. She immediately turned back around, wanting to disappear right then and there. The Chief, however, he greeted the man whole heartedly, "Hey Shep, glad you could make it."
"So am I," he answered, shaking his hand, his eyes glued to the woman.
The Chief noticed this and quickly recovered from his lack in manners, "Oh, Derek Shepherd, meet Meredith Grey. She'll be one of Bailey's new interns."
Meredith turned around and met Derek's eyes. He smiled at her, "Meredith, huh?"
"Yeah," she responded, completely embarrassed. She definitely hadn't planned on ever seeing him again, "So it's Derek?"
"Yes, it is."
The Chief looked at the two, "Do you know each other from somewhere?"
"Possibly," Derek answered with a cocky smile still on his face.
"It's nice talking to both of you, but I really have to get going," Meredith said quickly, "I'll see you both at the hospital." She turned on her heel and headed out. Escape and avoidance: two of her specialties.
Chapter 1: We didn't do it
Part 4: We didn't do it to be happy
The busy, loud bar was only background music to her now. She'd taken a few more shots and was getting dangerously close to drunk. Three more shots had been placed in front of her and she was beginning to wonder if drinking them would be a step back into her old life. But right now, her mind didn't want to process that much information, so she took another.
"So you drink before and after awkward social events?"
She hadn't noticed the bell ring when he walked in or the presence he'd made, standing behind her. Unfortunately, she had noticed his voice and his hot breath that seemed to be coming right now on her neck. At his small comment, she'd rolled her eyes, picking up the second shot and downing it, before slamming it back down on the bar.
"You drink with vengeance," he added before sitting down next to her, "So it's Meredith? Or is it still Kristin in bars?"
Meredith looked over at him, "I could ask you the same question."
"What? If my name was Meredith or Kristin? I promise you, it's neither," he said as Joe handed him is regular drink. "So, you're a doctor?"
Meredith sat up a little straighter, suddenly becoming conscious of her slacking demeanor as his eyes gazed upon her. "Yes, I am," she said, trying her best to sound confident, hoping her tone would deceive him from her feelings.
"So am I," he answered.
"So I've heard," she added before ordering herself a draft beer instead of finishing off the tequila shot before her. For some reason, those eyes made her want to stay conscious enough to stare into them all night long.
He took a sip of his scotch and placed it down before looking over at her, "So, what's your story?"
She turned towards him, "My story?"
"There must be a reason you avoid social situations, lie about your name, and drown yourself in tequila."
She took another sip of her beer before placing it close to his scotch, "There must be a reason you avoid social situations, lie about your name, and drown yourself in scotch."
He chuckled a little, "Point taken."
She looked away as she smiled, hoping to not give him any hope. After she regained her composure, she looked back over at him, "No story. I'm just a girl in a bar."
"And I'm just a guy in a bar."
Chapter 1: We didn't do it
Part 5: You think I got my way
Alarm clocks. Who decided to go and invent them? No one likes them. All they do is end blissful dreams and bring people to their resented daily lives. Who thought they should go and invent something that would piss off an entire society every morning?
"Are you going to turn that off?"
Meredith jumped at the sound of the voice, pulling the sheets with her as she fell off the side of the bed.
"Are you okay?"
"What the hell are you doing in my bed?"
He laughed, "Right now? Nothing. Last night? You."
Meredith pulled herself off the floor, slowly backing away from the bed with the sheet wrapped tightly around her body, "No, this isn't happening. You aren't here. Tell me you aren't here."
"Okay, Meredith. I'm not here," he said with a grin on his face.
She glared at him, mostly for his comfort with the situation. "You have to go. Seriously. I have work in an hour. My first day of work. You have to go, right now. I'm going to go in the shower, but you have to leave."
He pulled himself off the bed and began to find his clothes discarded around the room, "Are you sure you don't want to have anymore fun?"
"Oh, I think I had enough fun," she mumbled under her breath as she looked self-consciously down at her hands.
He laughed, "So you admit it was fun?"
"Seriously, I have to get ready. You have to go," she said quickly, changing the subject. "Okay, yeah, so I'm getting in the shower. Bye…."
"Derek?" he suggested, chuckling that she forgot his name. "Bye Meredith."
"Bye," she mumbled before running into the bathroom.
Fresh Starts? Maybe they don't work with human nature. Humans form habits they can't break. Some people start to smoke and can't stop, no matter how hard they try. They know it's bad for them and that it could kill them, but it offers them some type of stress relief or in some weird way, fills a void. Some people have that problem with smoking. Some people, well, their addiction issues are elsewhere.
