Title: Emergency Contact Number
Rating: T for language
Notes: So I began writing this like forever ago and because I have such a hard time updating any story, this one has already been completed. Yay me, haha. So I now have every right to say that until I get a minimum of four reviews I will not post the next chapter, this one is short and just an introduction they will get longer I promise. Oh by the way this is kind of an AU but not…. ahh just read. Well enjoy and review please.
Disclaimer: I own nothing at all.
Pain you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on it's own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breathe deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed, but sometime pain gets you where you least expect it, hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain, you just have to fight through it, because the truth is you can't outrun it and life always makes more.
The rule was made way back in 1993 after an intern, Sarah Michaels, slipped and fell down the stairs at her home. As a result she slipped into a coma but since she had no emergency contact number and she had no listed family members she died alone. So Chief Cook had instilled a rule stating the every employee from then on out had to have an emergency contact number placed in their file, and it needed to be update accordingly. When Meredith Grey had first become an intern she had put down the first number she could think of, Chief Webber. Then she had met him.
It wasn't supposed to last, just a random hook-up after a particularly terrible day. He was there, and she was there and there was tequila and it was hot, and angry, and pretty damn amazing. But after waking up and realizing what she had done she promised herself it would never happen again.
Then the unthinkable happened. Thatcher Grey was diagnosed with liver cancer. His excessive drinking over the death of Susan was killing him, emotionally and physically. Lexie was, of course, a complete mess and even with the support of Alex, to everybody's surprise, the brunt of her pain was pushed onto Meredith's shoulders. So when she finally broke down at the thought of losing the last living parent she had, she collapsed in a storage closet, the fact that he was the one to find her, comfort her, and drive her home with the promise of keeping the incidents between them, resulted in her inviting him in.
It was suppose to be sympathy sex, that's what she had expected, but he refused instead allowing her to cry her self to sleep. The next morning, with Izzie staying at George's new apartment and Alex no doubt with Lexie, she awoke to the smell of breakfast, fresh coffee, and a note saying to call him if she needed anything.
Two weeks later they went on their first date. It was different then anything she had ever done. In a total clichéd, old time movie way he took her to a carnival. It shouldn't have affected her, it was just a carnival, if it wasn't for the fact that not three days earlier during one of their impromptu storage closet talks she had revealed that as a child she never went to one.
A week after that Thatcher died. Again Lexie was completely distraught and once again Meredith was the one to carry that load, but there was a major difference this time. He was there for every closet crying session and every midnight call that ended with her sobbing and him driving to her house, though surprisingly they didn't make their relationship physical awhile after Thatcher's death. They spent the other nights, as he liked to put it, just being near each other.
Life was going great, but considering who they were they probably should have sensed the tragedy that was about to touch the perfection that had enveloped their lives. It was a Friday night; Meredith had completed the maximum 80-hour work week and consequently had the next day off. He also had the next day off and they were planning on sleeping late and basically just spending more time getting to know each other. Unfortunately he had to work later than her so they wouldn't be driving home together. She was tired but was well aware of her surroundings. Approaching an intersection she made sure the light was actually green and then proceeded to cruise through. She really was being careful, as witnesses would later explain, and then fate decided it was time to intervene. A car with a distracted teenager sped from the opposite direction hitting Meredith's car with enough force to shatter the two windows closest to her. Jess, the teenage boy, would later report that after he hit her car the sound of screaming echoed in his ears, witnesses would then report that Jess was the one screaming.
At 12:45 that night the ringing of a cell phone echoed in Mark Sloane's ears. Five miles away another ring woke a sleeping Derek Shepherd.
"Hello?"
So if anybody can guess who is Meredith's emergency contact I will update sooner. Haha it feels good to be able to take chapters hostage, without feeling guilty because I don't even have them finished
