Chapter Two
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GREY'S ANATOMY OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. BELIEVE ME, I WISH I GOT PAID TO THINK ABOUT THESE PEOPLE ALL DAY!:)
A/N: This is how I envision the start of Season 15. I don't like to write in flashback, but I want to present it as I would imagine we would see it on Greys. Thanks for all the positive reviews. I really had some qualms about writing this, but…I just couldn't help myself! Flashbacks will appear italicized.
Meredith stood in the hallway gathering supplies off of a cart.
"Mer!"
She had looked up as Alex charged towards her excitedly.
"It worked! It worked!" He had shouted.
She had dropped the supplies and had pulled him in to a hug, smiling widely. He had picked her up and spun her around.
"I could kiss you!" He had exclaimed, setting her down.
Her arms had still been looped behind his neck, and she had been looking into his eyes. The expression in both of their eyes softened and changed, her breathing had become rapid, and suddenly their mouths had been on each other's, his hands tangling in her hair, then dropped to her waist as he had lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him as they stumbled backwards into a convenient on call room, unable to stop the primal force that had overtaken them. She had pushed the door closed, not breaking from the kiss. He had made their way over to the bed, and lay her down gently, finally breaking from the kiss. They had gazed into each other's eyes for a moment, as if making sure the other was okay with what was happening. He had seemed to search her eyes for consent, and she had nodded, instantly resuming the passion between them. He had removed her scrub top, his mouth moving to her neck, kissing every inch of skin along the way, tasting her salty sweetness. He had trailed kisses down her body to her cleavage and she had arched her back as he had worked to remove her clothes, giving him access. He broke contact to stand and shed his top, and then was back on her, their mouths hungrily searching each other's.
They stood together in the supply closet, shell shocked.
"I have to tell her." He said, grimly.
She nodded, her hand still over her mouth in shock. She couldn't believe she had done this. She had never wanted to be the other woman, ever again, and here she was, with Alex? She had betrayed a woman she had considered a friend. How could she have done this? But Alex was…Alex. How could she not? They had not planned this, she tried to reason with herself, hating herself instantly for the thought. She had slept with her friend's boyfriend, her best friend. Her person.
He saw the look in her eyes, even as he fumbled to put himself back together. He righted himself and touched her cheek. "Are you okay?" he asked tenderly.
Despite feeling like the earth was falling from under her, she managed to nod. "Yeah. You need to get to her before Deluca."
He had started to leave, and she grabbed him, crashing her lips onto his. "Come back to me Alex. Don't do anything stupid."
He nodded, worry clouding his face. They were both clearly remembering his past with Deluca, where he had nearly killed him.
"I won't," he said. With one last look at her, her was gone.
She stood for a moment, before giving in to the shock and sliding down the wall to the ground.