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Addison sighed, staring blankly out the circular window beside her. Somehow, she'd managed to end up alone on a plane with Meredith Grey, heading all the way to freaking TEXAS to collect a set of kidneys for her soon-to-be born transplant patient. And, as if it couldn't get any worse, the plane they were in was very, very small. They had to sit right next to each other. Sighing again, she looked out towards the sea of land below her… Until, a couple of seconds later, she remembered her fear of heights. She then turned a strange white colour and gripped the edges of her seat so tightly her knuckles turned white.
"Addison?"
Silence.
"Addison!"
More silence.
"ADDISON!"
"WHAT?!"
"Are you ok?"
The redhead snorted slightly, peering at Meredith out of the corner of her eye.
"What do you think? I'm stuck in a plane, over 1500 feet above the ground, trying desperately not to completely humiliate myself in front of my ex-husbands new girlfriend because of my extremely irrational fear of heights, and you're asking me if I'm 'OK'?!"
Meredith had the sense to look a little guilty, and shut up. For the next few minutes, no one said anything, until…
"I don't hate you, Mer."
Meredith looked at Addison in confusion for a second, before smiling slightly.
"I don't hate you either. I mean, I really really dislike you sometimes, but you're actually not a bad person."
The older woman chuckled slightly, smiling a bit herself.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
The two women waited patiently as their plane landed on the Arlington Memorial Hospital. As soon as they touched the tarmac, they were off and heading towards OR6, where they were told the organ recovery would commence. They should have noticed the eerie silence, or the lack of a nurse behind the main desk, but they were both too caught up in thoughts of their earlier conversation. Once they'd scrubbed in and were entering the OR, however, Addison stopped and grabbed Meredith's arm, forcing the other woman to stay behind her. For there, right in front of them, was a man with a gun, it's barrel pointed directly at the redheads face.
"Drop the supplies, bitch. And bring that little friend of yours out from behind you. I wanna know who was sent to cut up my baby sister."
"Crap…" Meredith whispered as she and Addison did what they were told. She jumped slightly when, a couple of seconds after she'd stepped out from behind her, the older woman grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. She smiled slightly, squeezing back before letting herself be led over to a far corner that the gunman had instructed them to sit in. They sat close together, hands still joined and Mer's head resting on Addison's shoulder. Neither one cared that they were supposed to be enemies. They were scared, and panicky, and needed someone to trust. They chose each other.