*an* okay here are some things I forgot to say: SOA: Tara never came back, the boys didn't go to jail and Gemma isn't under house arrest. Grey's: Meredith and Derek broke up at the wedding no sex and mockery, and she and Lexie are close and Mark is their older brother.
Meredith came down the stairs to see Opie sitting on the couch beer in hand, studying a pack of cigarettes in his hand. "There's an ash tray on the back porch." He looked up, almost smiling.
"Thanks Doc. How's he doing?"
"I think he will be fine, but he has to rest." Meredith looked like she was going to say something else when she was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Hold that thought." She smiled walking the short distance to the front door seeing Derek standing there, his hand raking through this hair. Sighing she went to the outside door opening it and just looking at him. "What are you doing here?'
"I should ask you the same thing Meredith. Why did you help that patient leave the hospital?" Meredith gasped she thought no one had seen her take Jax. But before Meredith could explain she heard the inner door open, and the unmistakable click of a gun.
"Leave." Opie ordered the older man. Meredith looked over her shoulder at Opie, staying between the two men.
"Let me handle this."
"Meredith if you are in trouble I can help you." Derek whispered not taking his eyes off the gun.
"I'm not in trouble, but this doesn't concern you Derek, you heard him you need to leave." She backed up, pushing Opie further into the house, after locking the door and turning off the lights she took Opie's hand pulling him up the stairs, Derek was left standing in the dark as they disappeared up the stairs.
"Who was that?" Opie asked as they came to a stop at the top of the stairs.
"Derek, my ex. It's complicated. Everything just got really complicated." Meredith told him, hearing her phone ringing in the next room. She dashed in picking it up off the bed; she looked back seeing that Opie had followed her into the room. "We might need to leave."
"I agree." Opie replied not asking what the message said. Meredith turned pulling a suitcase out of closet and tossing it on the bed, as well as her bag full of medical supplies. "Where do you think you are going doc?"
"With you, he can't travel without a doctor. Do you know another one?" Meredith asked not slowing her packing. Opie studied her while she packed before nodding.
"Fine. Do you need to call anyone?' Meredith nodded pulling out her phone.
"Chief Webber, it's Meredith Grey, I need to take my vacation time. Yes, okay, thank you sir. See you in 17 days." Meredith disconnected the call, dropping in her bag. "Okay I'm going to go check on him." She left her room and Opie carried her bags downstairs and into the van. When he turned around Meredith already had Jax down the stairs.
"Here let me help." Opie picked Jax up laying him down on the floor of the van. Meredith climbed in, sitting next to Jax; she pulled her medical bag close to her side. Opie got in and quickly pulled out of the driveway.
Meredith settled in, checking on Jax's vitals. Satisfied she leaned her head back taking a moment to close her eyes. She felt the van pull to a stop, opening her eyes; she blinked realizing it was morning. Opie turned looking back at her. "You hungry?" Meredith nodded, checking Jax before she climbed in the front, following Opie in diner. They ate quickly, not talking.
When they were back on the road Meredith took a breath before asking "So where are we going in California?"
Opie looked in the rearview mirror, studying the tiny blonde doctor before answering. "Charming. Near Oakland." Meredith nodded, smiling when Jax woke up.
Jax opened his eyes focusing on the van roof, the feel of movement under him. He tried to sit up when a small but firm hand kept him laying flat on his back. "Hang on there tough guy, let me check you out." His gaze slid to the doctor that helped him leave last night, not remembering anything else.
"Op? What happened?"
"Relax, everything's fine, I'm just along for the ride to make sure you get home safe." Meredith winked as she helped him sit up. "How do you feel?"
"Sore." Jax studied her, trying to figure out why she was helping him.
"Stop staring." Meredith grinned. "I'm trusting that this isn't going to get me killed, or make me lose my license. Besides you are my patient and I couldn't just let you leave." She blushed not knowing why she was rambling to complete strangers.
"Thank you." Jax told her, his hand on her arm. Meredith helped him lean back against the side of the van sitting next to him as they flew down the highway.