Title: One Hell Of A Racket

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.

Summary: Sequel to Sound And Fury. Mark and Addison come back to Seattle, and chaos ensues. Forget the internship- there's sex, lies, jealousy and procreation to deal with it.

Author's Note: We couldn't let go of Sound, so we decided to write a sequel. Review.

Routine. Sometimes it's routine misery. Other times it's good. It's the routine of having something you like, or someone you like. It's having someone to come home to. It's getting the perfect surgery day after day. It's the routine of sharing your bed with the floppy haired brain surgeon, or the erratic, controlling intern. Routine can be good. Routine is good. But it's never routine for very long. Especially not in Seattle.

New York City
11:32 PM

"This is bad, Mark." Addison said, biting her lip. "Really bad."

"I realize that, Addie. Okay? I got that."

"You're facing malpractice, Mark."

"She didn't tell me she was allergic to saline."

"It's called a medical history."

"Do you think I don't feel bad? No one's going to hire me."

Addison bit her lip again, and shook her head. "No, that's where you're wrong. Because I know exactly who will hire you."

Mark took in her strange expression. "Why do you look like that?"

She graced him with her most winning smile. "How did you really feel about Seattle, Mark?"

Seattle
2:32 AM

Meredith rolled off of Derek and lay next to him on the bed. "Jesus Christ." She gasped. "I can't breathe."

He looked over at her and grinned. She grinned back. "Seriously, Derek." She said, breathless. "I can only feel one part of my body. Nothing else will be working for several hours at least." She looked at the clock. "Which is about the time I have to get up for pre-rounds."

He put his arm around her and pulled her to him. "I can carry you into the hospital."

"You're too good to me, Derek."

"I need to ask you something."

"Can you wait until my heart rate comes down to a semi normal level?"

"You know you're really boosting my ego."

She turned her head and kissed his cheek. He smiled and absentmindedly began stroking her hair. She took a deep breath. "Okay, I think I can breathe now."

"I just wanted to know, you know, where this is going. You and me, and if you had given any thought to living-"The simultaneous ringing of their phones cut off the conversation.

Meredith groaned and picked up the house phone on her side, and Derek leaned over the bed and fished her cell phone out of the pocket of the jeans he had discarded on the floor.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Dr. Shepherd?"

"O'Malley?"

"Yea, I called Meredith. And you answered. But I have to say this. With all due respect, Izzie and I need to wake up in like, three hours. Can you guys just please, stop with the screaming? Whatever you're doing to her to elicit that noise? Please stop."

Derek choked back laughter. "My apologies, Dr. O'Malley." The phone clicked off.

He rolled toward Meredith. "I'm waiting for a connection." She told him. "Hello?" Derek's brow furrowed, wondering who was calling her house at this time of night.

Meredith laughed incredulously. "There's a thing called a time zone."

"Yet you're awake." Came a voice on the other line. A voice that, even through the airwaves sounded all too familiar to Derek.

"You know." Meredith said.

"I'd rather not, Dr. Grey. Anyway, the reason I'm calling is that we're kind of coming back."

"Coming back here?"

"You're about to ask me why and how, and I can't give you a lot of details, because if Mark hears me, he might kill himself. Let me just say malpractice incident and we're very much in need of the mercy of a Richard Webber."

Silence. Addison sighed. "I need your help. Can you please talk to Richard? Let him know we're coming, tell him not to say no, beg him, anything?"

"Oh Addison, please." Derek's eyebrows shot through the roof.

"As repentance for you sleeping with my husband while I was paralyzed?"

"Damn it." Meredith muttered. "No wonder he calls you Satan. Okay, I'll do it. I'll help. Let me know if you need anything else."

She said her goodbyes and hung up the phone. "What the hell was that?" Derek asked.

Meredith closed her eyes. "I'm bringing Satan to Seattle."