A/N- Chapter four, up. I would have had it up last night but I was doubting it. So yes, this chapter a bit different. I wanted to have the typical Meredith and Cristina friendship. And I'm kind of leaning towards the fact the Meredith left( in Izzie's mind abandoned) Liam, and she's becoming awfully judgemental because she feels Meredith had the choice to stay with her son, where as with Hannah she didn't. But Izzie will get over it, because she Izzie. And Alex is just overall angry. The next chapter will be Derek and Meredith (drunk) ranting, not as intense though, softer. Oh, and the "now" parts, they'll probably me included in the next one also. When I add them I have them, I'm intending as there looking back. So, yes, thats it( yeah uge paragraph thats it) Read, review, whatever.
Rated M for mild/brief language.
-Lex.
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"I shouldn't have let you come." Meredith was exceeding the speed limit by a few digits.
Derek held on to the dashboard, "I shouldn't have let you drive." He smirked at his joke.
Meredith hit the brakes and looked at him, "Do you think your funny. Now is not the time for funny." Meredith continued to drive.
"You used to love funny." Derek whispered.
Meredith groaned.
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Now.
"Meredith! Meredith!" Cristina was screaming at her.
"I hate my name, I need to change it. I need to change it, I can't…" Meredith kept pacing.
"Meredith Grey, that is your son in there. And, and as your person and his Godmother, I commend you to be able to lose your mind after this is fixed. You need a clear head right now, okay? Meredith?!" Cristina grabbed the fragile blond as she slipped to the ground, fully conscious, just not here.
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"What are your real problems?" Izzie tried her best to be helpful.
"Izzie, Jesus Christ what do you think this is?" Alex walked out of the room.
"I… I am going to talk to Alex." Derek got up from the couch and sauntered into the kitchen.
Meredith looked at Cristina and then to Izzie and then repeated this for quite awhile.
"Just ask…just, just say it." Meredith said nervously.
"Why?" Izzie said bluntly.
"Excuse me?" Meredith felt the guilt pouring in.
"Why would leave. No, sorry, better question. Why the hell would you stay in Seattle and not tell us? You were our best friend Mere." Izzie was drunkish.
"Because he had you fucking brain washed. I was the bad guy. I left the successful, heart-broken, kind man with my son. And I accused him for stopping the 'love', and he said he didn't. Well good freaking afternoon, most of is false information. I was the one who finally had her shit straight. And I left a successful, lying man that wanted me to have a son so freaking bad. And I told him he stopped loving me for the simple act that he wouldn't marry me. And he can love the wine as much as possible, but it'll eventually become an empty bottle. Happy? Cristina, you want to accuse me of something, Izzie? Wait, let me pack my stage props and I'll go ask the hospital staff." Meredith grabbed her coat and walked out of the house.
"I'll get her." Cristina stood up.
"You sure, I mean, I could or Alex…" Izzie stood up also.
"No, seriously, I need to do this." Cristina left after her.
Meredith was about a block and a half away from the house.
"Meredith!" Cristina yelled, she started to run after her.
"Hey, as much as you hate to admit, the little alcoholic inside you will start screaming soon, and there is no bar near our current point. Now I am willing to walk behind all the way to Joe's, but I can't guarantee silence." Cristina saw her fidget with coat zipper, and walked next to her.
"I just, …he had three years to tell his story without judgment…" Meredith was looking around for answers.
Cristina wrapped her arm around her, "I know, it sucks, ass…right now, but I'm hear. I didn't leave you." Cristina zippered up her own jacket.
"Liquor store next left, you want to go?" Meredith grinned.
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"Izzie…" Derek yelled from the kitchen when he heard the door.
"Okay, for the record she rampaged. Simple, really, typical alcohol-less rampage."
"Where?"
"As close to tequila as she can get." Izze aid quietly. Derek thought for a while.
"24 hour Liquor." Alex spoke up.
"Right, right. Okay, I'll be back later for Liam." Derek got his keys,
"Take as long as you need." Izzie waved to him as we went to his car.
"Don't look at me like that Alex." Izzie walked into the kitchen.
Alex was right at her heel, "You have no right to get involved."
"I won't."
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Now.
"Where is he?"
"Derek! Derek!"
"Richard, don't sugar coat it." Derek rapidly walked down the hallways.
"I, I can't tell you now." Richard realized Derek stopped.
Derek breathed in. He saw Meredith standing, staring into an opposing wall, Cristina sitting next to her, and a room full of his closest friends hanging over his son's motionless body.
"Is that. That's him." Derek's breath shortened.
"Derek-"
"No, no, not again, I can't."
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"Haha remember the hours we used to spend at Joe's ranting?" Cristina had a bottle of cheap wine in one hand, Scotch in the other.
"I have Patron Silver left, to drink or not to drink that is the question." Meredith laughed.
"Oh shit a car, were going to get arrested for being hot, troubled and drunk." Cristina tried her hardest to stand.
"Toast to that." Meredith hit her bottle of tequila hard to the bottle of scotch.
"Meredith, Cristina, in the car." Derek turned off the car lights and went to get the girls in the car.
Cristina stood up in front of the car, "Look, whore in headlights." She laughed so hard, she couldn't manage to keep her balance and fell into the hood of the SUV.
"Alright party girl in the vehicle…" Derek helped her inside the car.
"But officer!" Cristina was still laughing.
Derek closed her door and walked over to Meredith.
"Oh, no, no, you are not touching me. No sir, I can get into the car fine." Meredith pushed him away, attempting to get to the car, she tripped over the curb, but Derek caught her before she hit the ground.
"Well aren't you just prince charming? Wait kind man, Cinderella forgot her tequila." Derek put her in the car and went to grab her bottle. He sped out of there before anyone got sick.
End.
