a/n: this stupid story is distracting me from my other one. but this one is so much more fun to write!

this is mainly just a bunch of glimpses at the roommates. i have issues writing mark and derek and george and alex so their parts are pretty short. i'll try to work on that.


Somehow they managed to more or less sit in the same configuration as on the plane. Addison had Alex on her left and Callie on her right. Callie was sitting next to George. The four were sitting on one side of the limo. Izzie was sitting next to Mark who was sitting next to (miracle of miracles) Derek who was sitting next to Meredith. And they were on the other side of the limo (it was a small limo with two long bench seats along the sides and two seats facing backwards). The two backwards facing seats was where Christina and Burke were sitting.

Addison felt squashed up next to Callie but didn't dare move in case she ended up touching Alex which would probably stop her heart and brain function.

"Hey Manhattan? I love you and all, but you seriously need to move before I start breaking bones. You know I can, it's what I do for a living."

Addison scooted over enough to unsquish herself from Callie but not enough to press up against Alex. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on the way you look at it) it was a small space and they both had long legs and their knees kept brushing against each other, shocking each with a small, pleasant electric current that didn't really exist except in their minds, causing them to mumble apologies each time, a fact that Meredith and Christina noted with glee and Callie noticed with a raised eyebrow.

After a painfully long and silent ride the group finally arrived at the hotel.

"Finally!" Christina nearly yelled as she shot over everyone else and out the door.

Everyone piled out of the car. An older man in a suit stepped forward. "Hello everyone. My name is Jeremy and I'll be taking care of you for the duration of your stay."

"We need a babysitter?" Addison leaned forward to whisper sarcastically in Alex's ear making him grin, although it was mostly being in such close proximity with her that made him do it.

"Richard asked me to keep an eye on you," Jeremy continued.

"Apparently we do," Alex whispered back to Addison, not turning to face her but that wasn't a problem because her head was still hovering over his shoulder.

"He told me to tell you something and then to allow you to settle in. You will be allowed to roam the park with whomever you so choose to. However, at seven you all must be back at the hotel for dinner. You will eat dinner together and afterward you may do whatever you want. Tonight you will have the next hour to get settled in and then you will all have dinner at seven at the Rainforest Cafe. That is all, you may go now," he dismissed them. The ten of them walked slowly towards the hotel, not wanting to have to spend time with the person they were assigned to.

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"Okay, Barbie, let's get a few things straight. I don't do manicures and pedicures. I don't do late night talks. I don't do anything girlie. Stay away from me and I'll stay away from you. It's not personal; I just don't like people all that much. If you talk as little as possible and stay away from all things girlie then we should get along just fine."

"Fine," Izzie replied, "But I get the bed by the window."

"Whatever."

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Preston and Callie were unpacking in silence. They didn't have anything against the other but they really had nothing in common.

Callie, frustrated by the lack of noise, put her iPod in the portable dock she had brought with her. Bored with her normal choices, she chose her one secret love. Burke looked up, surprised, as a reggae sounding song filled the room.

He raised an eyebrow, "Margaritaville? Jimmy Buffet? Really?"

"His music is kind of my secret love. Even George doesn't really know the depth of it," she grinned sheepishly, "Hey! How did you know the song?"

He smiled back, "One of my favorites."

"I never had you pegged for a Parrothead."


"Most people don't."

"Have you heard 'Fruitcakes'?"

"What self-respecting Parrothead hasn't?"

And that was the end of the awkward silence.

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Derek and Mark were sitting in silence. They had nothing to say to each other. Well, Mark had plenty to say, but Derek wasn't having any of it. Any time Mark tried to say something Derek walked away. This was not going to be fun.

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"So," George asked trying to break the ice, "How goes it with Dr. Montgomery?"

"What? What are you talking about?" Alex asked quickly and nervously.

"You know, at work? The Gynie Squad?"

"Oh. Yeah, yeah, it's fine," Alex said, trying not to give anything away.

"Fine? A couple weeks ago you were complaining. What changed?" George questioned him suspiciously.

"None of your business," Alex snapped.

"I was just trying to make conversation."

"Well don't."

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It was an incredibly long and uncomfortable elevator up to their room, especially for the poor porter who had to get all of Addison's bags and Meredith's as well. He was exceedingly relieved to put the bags in the room, grab his tip, and leave. At least the redhead tipped generously.

With the departure of the porter Addison flopped down on the bed nearest the window, clearly claiming it for herself. But because she was Addison, and Addison was polite, she raised her head from the pillow, "I'm sorry, Grey, did you want this bed?"

What was she supposed to say? Yes? Even if they were roommates she was still her boss, and there was no way Meredith would do anything to intentionally piss her off. "No, it's fine."

Addison promptly replied burying her head in the pillow and managing to slip her shoes off without using her hand. "Thank God," she murmured into the pillow.

"Why do you wear them if they hurt that badly?" Meredith asked not really expecting an answer.

"That's a good question Grey, and not one I really know the answer to."

"Oh."

"I guess it's just because they're familiar and I could really use something familiar every once in a while."

"Oh."

"Plus," Addison continued with a smirk, "Guys think they're hot," she finished. And then she started laughing. Not just a giggle either, full out belly laughs that were neither expected or ladylike. They were infectious and Meredith found herself genuinely smiling, but not laughing. Addison regarded her seriously, "I don't hate you, you know."

"Um," Meredith replied.

"No, really, I don't. It hurt when Derek chose you over me, but I'm over it," Addison shrugged, "I've moved on. And disregarding the fact that my husband chose you over me, you're pretty likeable."

"You make it insanely hard to hate you," Meredith sighed, "I want to, but I can't. I really wanted to when I first met you. But you're too smart and talented and decent to. And that's what I hate you for. I hate that I can't hate you. I should hate you, you know? I mean, you came in and took away my boyfriend. I should hate you. But I don't. And I can't. I tried, I tried really hard. But then you went and defended me against that pregnant lady who hated me because I was having an affair with your husband, telling her that I was the wronged woman and now I can't hate you. It's frustrating."

"I think that's the most non-medical related words I've ever heard come out of your mouth, Grey. I think we should start over, fresh."

"So you're not my boyfriend's ex-wife and I'm not your ex-husband's dirty mistress?"

"Exactly. Hi, I'm Addison Montgomery," she said, sticking out her hand.

"Meredith Grey. It's nice to meet you," Meredith replied, taking Addison's hand and shaking it.

"You know Meredith? I think this is what the Chief wants from this trip."

"Does that mean we can go home now?"

"Why would you want to leave? We're in Disneyland!"

"Oh that's right, you're the Disney freak. The one who loves 'It's a Small World'."

"I am not a freak. And between you and me? Derek loves that ride too. Told me so himself."

And that's when Meredith realized just how useful having Addison as a friend could be. "Really? That surprises me."

"Really. You need any help on anything Derek, you come to me. I'm also great for embarrassing stories for blackmail," Addison laughed. It was the same infectious laugh from earlier and this time Meredith joined in.

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In the hour that preceded dinner Burke and Callie had bonded over their shared Parrothead status, Mark and Derek weren't speaking and neither were George and Alex. Christina and Izzie were being Christina and Izzie, friends, but not really talking to each other, and Addison and Meredith had found that they worked well as friends. The last two came down talking and laughing, shocking everyone else into silence. "What?" they asked in unison which launched them into another fit of giggles.

"Are you two… getting along?" Derek asked worriedly.

"What? I'm not allowed to get along with your girlfriend?"

"Well… no. You're not supposed to get along; you're supposed to hate each other's guts."

"I have never understood that expression," Addison commented to Meredith, "Why would I hate someone's guts? Their guts have nothing to do with who they are."

"Exactly!" Meredith exclaimed, "I've never met someone who gets that! I try to tell people exactly that but normally they look at me like I'm crazy."

"You're not crazy, just smart, like me. It's a blessing and a curse," Addison said with an exaggerated flip of her hair. She became a different person here, someone more carefree and less serious, that's probably why she liked Disneyland so much; it allowed her to act like she was ten again. "Do we not have reservations that need getting to? Did that make any sense?" she asked the group.

"No," Callie spoke for the first time, "But I somehow got what you're trying to say. Let's go."


i've started with the dinner so i'll try to get that up really soon... you know what would make me soo very happy? reviews from my fantastic readers!

Au revoir!

Lauren