Title: Sound And Fury
Authors: Sara And Lizzie
Rating: T for language, mild sex
Disclaimer: we don't own grey's anatomy, or any anatomies but our own at that.
Author's Note: Ok. Our first Grey's Anatomy fic. Set after Derek picks Addison and Meredith sleeps with George. Review. No matter how you feel about it, review. Chapters will get longer.
Should have. Shouldn't have. Both easy to say in retrospect. It's having the foresight to catch yourself before you act on what's going to make you say it that's difficult.
Dr. Derek Shepherd should have been finishing post surgery paper work. Instead he was fixated. Fixated on her eyes, her hair, her skin, her smell. Fixated on her self absorbed nature, her compassion, her perfection. He was fixated on her hips, her curves, her breasts and her legs. Hell, he'd fixate on her toenails if it would help.
Only it wouldn't. Because it wasn't his wife he was fixating on.
So he shouldn't have been thinking about Meredith Grey. That didn't change the fact that he was.
On the outside looking in, Addison Shepherd had it all. She was an extrordinarily talented surgeon. So was her extrordinarily attractive husband. And he had picked her. She had it all. She should have been happy. But there was something that wouldn't stop eating at her.
Maybe it was her husband and the way he looked at Meredith. Or maybe it was Mark Sloan, and the way he was still in Seattle, and the way he looked at her.
Whatever it was –or wasn't- Dr. Shepherd shouldn't have been meeting Mark that night. But that didn't change the fact that she was.
Meredith walked, a slow, lazy saunter, down the street. She looked around her at the lights and the workings of the city. She sighed a long slow sigh and brought her eyes back down to the sidewalk. She should have been meeting her friends at Joe's, but she was dawdling. Strolling around the block.
She was lost in a fantasy. A fantasy ripped apart when she saw Addison Shepherd duck into a bar. Meredith knew she should leave it alone. Shouldn't follow her. But it didn't change the fact that she slunk in, and sat at the bar.
Without drawing attention to herself, she looked around the tables until she saw Addison sitting across from Mark Sloan. Addison's back was to her. Meredith didn't know what to make of what she saw, nor did she have time to process it. At that moment, she saw the bartender put his hands in the air, the barrel of a gun pushed against his temple.
"Oh my God." She said out loud. Addison's head snapped around.
"Meredith?"
The man brandishing the gun gave no warning. He just turned, and fired off a few rounds. And at that point, it didn't matter what anyone should or shouldn't be doing.
You don't have much choice when you're falling to the floor and everything is turning black.