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First off, I'm one of the hugest MerDer fans, so no offense to my fellow "shipmates". I was also one of those wishing for Addisex to happen. However, I am being realistic here, what with the season finale fast approaching and the more official talk about the spin-off, so I'm kinda expecting trouble in paradise for these two ships. Also, ever since that really sweet moment between Mer and Alex in TFTM 2x09, I was curious about what could happen between these two characters. So, to my fellow merder shipmates, please don't murder me.
Disclaimer: GA isn't mine, which is sad, really, coz my husband is contemplating annulment because of my emotional affair with McDreamy!
She held the shot glass desperately against her mouth, tasting the bitter poison on her lips. She then tilted her head back abruptly as she savored the warm liquid burning her throat, relishing those few seconds that allowed her the benefit of detachment, before once again feeling the irritating squeeze in her heart. Setting the glass down on the bar alongside the ones she already used, she put her head in her hands, sending up a fervent prayer that numbness would soon come. I am not gonna cry; I'm not gonna cry!
He scanned the room, hoping he wouldn't see anyone who'd try to chat him up. He didn't want to engage in conversation --- he just needed to drown out the thoughts running amok in his head and to alleviate the damn tightness he felt in his chest. He saw her sitting at the bar with her hands in her head, letting out a sigh of frustration because he knew that his yearning for solitary drinking was not going to be fulfilled. He was about to leave when he remembered that Yang was still in surgery and the Bobsey Twins were both on call, so he knew that they weren't expected to show up at the bar tonight.
He walked to the bar and ordered a beer, about to take a seat a few stools away from her when he noticed the line of shot glasses in front of her. She hasn't had that many drinks in quite a while, not since before the boys' camping trip anyway. Against his better judgment, he picked up his bottle and slid his coaster over to the far left end of the bar, which seemed to be her permanent seat at The Emerald City Bar. He counted six glasses amid the scattering of pulverized nutshells. This must be about McDreamy!
"Go away, Evil Spawn," she said, recognizing the scent of his cologne.
"What's the matter, Grey? Another one of McDreamy's wives showed up?" He couldn't help retaliate, just so he could release some of his frustrations and anger.
"Why aren't you with Satan? You know, you do make the perfect couple --- Ruler of All that is Evil and Evil Spawn," she quipped, finally removing her head from her hands so she could ask for another shot of tequila.
No response yet from Alex as she took shot number seven. Realizing that too much time has passed for him to make a stinging comeback, she turned to look at him. He was watching the contents of his bottle, his third one she realized, slosh around as he swirled it in his hands, taking big swigs every 10 seconds. He had this defeated look about him, as if he lost a wrestling match, still angry and riled up about the loss. She could feel the tension rising off his body, eager and desperate for a fight, as if he were waiting for an opportunity to strike.
"Alex …"
"Shut up, Grey."
Two more shot glasses and three more beer bottles joined the ranks of the "salvation army" on the bar in front of them.
"He wants to be chief, and I'm a distraction to him," she said in a quiet voice, recalling Derek's words from their fight earlier this evening. "Apparently, he was too worried about me after the whole dead-for-a-few-hours thingy, and he didn't make a good impression during his interview. Looks like Mark is in the lead, and he somehow blames me for messing up his chance at getting chief."
A few more minutes of silence, then, "She's leaving for L.A. in the morning. After the other night, I thought we were finally moving forward. She says that night was a mistake." He laughed bitterly before taking another drink. "A mistake … that's what it was to her, a mistake."
She didn't have anything to say to that, so she kept quiet and waited for him to say more. She motioned for another round for both of them, but Joe didn't think it was a good idea, so he ordered a cab for them instead, which really sucks because she wasn't drunk enough to be numb yet. Seeing as no amount of pleading and threatening would change Joe's mind, she paid her tab and stood, surprised to see Alex doing the same. She remained impassive until he slid into the backseat next to her.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Evil Spawn? I may be drunk, but I'm not having sex with you."
"Don't flatter yourself, Grey. I live there now, remember?"
