I got the hardest ones out of the way first. I really don't want to be nice to Meredith. For those of you who asked, I am not making this a Finn-Meredith-Derek-Addison fic. This is just a series of conversations between pairings within the show. I will be writing an Addison-Finn centered fic when I'm done with this, though.
This is the first time I think I've written a sober Meredith. Yay?
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Grey's Anatomy.
"What were they?"
Finn raised his eyebrows as he drove. Meredith sat in the passenger seat, still reeling a bit from the pitiful look Derek sent her when she chose Finn.
"What?"
"The plans," she said, remarkably composed. "You said you had plans, and they included me. What were they?"
"Okay, now you're gonna get all freaked out on me." He was smiling, though.
"No, I'm not," Meredith said. She failed to hear the light tone in his voice. "One of my best friends just violated like twenty billion medical codes, not to mention quite a few laws, and the fact that I was an accomplice to that might end with me being fired, not to mention the emotional crap that I'll have to help her with." She paused to take a breath. "I'm not saying that emotional stuff is crap, but it will feel like crap in the morning. Anyway, I might not have a job in a few days, and I want to know if your plans...involved me being employed."
"Meredith, most of my plans involve sunny beaches and very little employment whatsoever," he replied.
"No, I mean seriously."
"If I say 'seriously' will you stop acting all scary and damaged?" She glared at him.
"Yes."
"Okay then. Yes, seriously. Sunny beaches; Seattle has too much rain. I'm surprised you lasted this long."
"And I am not scary and damaged!" Finn looked at her for a second before returning his attention to the road. "Maybe a little." He didn't talk. "Okay, a lot. I'm scary. And damaged. And you still have plans."
"I still have plans." She fidgeted with her hands in silence for a few minutes. "Stop that, your nails are perfectly clean."
"I know," she said, slightly exasperated with herself. "My parents are divorced. Well, my mother kicked my father out, and then they got divorced." She looked critically at him before she continued. "I'm sharing."
"There it is."
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