Title: Four Mc Weddings And A Funeral

Author: Sara and Lizzie

Rating: T for language, and sex

Disclaimer: We don't own Grey's.

Summary: Sequel To 'Forever And A Day'. The funeral of a loved one. The weddings of Cristina and Burke, Izzie and Alex, Addison and Mark and George and Callie. They span cities, they encounter trouble, they meet people from the past. And they get through it all.

Author's Note: The final part in our trilogy (sequel to Forever and a day). The weddings, etc. Humor, drama, you know us.

It took so long to update this. Everything actually. We're recovering from writer's block. Hope you still like it/us.

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Part Two: Sweet Home Alabama
June

They looked like the cast of a summer blockbuster arriving on location, or the ensemble of a sexy television drama posing for a photo shoot. Cristina and Burke led the way, chatting quietly to themselves, with Meredith and Derek behind them, Derek's arms wrapped around her waist. Izzie and Alex laughed to George and Callie at the rear of their group. They stepped outside the automatic doors of the Birmingham International Airport, their faces masked by sunglasses, their clothes matching and proportional. They were a group of exceptionally attractive people, and they got noticed.

"Oh my God." Izzie said, disentangling her hand from Alex's to fan herself. "It's freaking hot out here." Meredith's eyes roamed over the people outside of the airport until she saw who she was looking for. Red hair. Six hundred dollar sunglasses adorned with interlocking C's, perched on top of a suitcase, pulling her sticky hair away from her neck. Meredith squealed and ripped herself from Derek, sprinting several feet and throwing her arms around the neck of the woman who looked ridiculously sophisticated to be waiting outside an airport in Alabama.

"Addie!" Meredith squealed again as they hugged. Addison wrapped her arms around her friend a little tighter than she normally would have.

"Meredith, thank God." She said. Meredith frowned and pulled back, looking at her, and seeing the reflection of uncertainty in the older woman's eyes. She nodded slowly, letting Addison know that she understood. Derek watched them embrace and smile, and then hug again. He smiled to himself in the Southern heat.

"What the hell took you so long?" Mark asked from behind his aviator sunglasses. "It's only like five thousand degrees out here. And Miss never leaves the house without Chanel Number five on has attracted every mosquito in Alabama." Meredith hugged Mark quickly and kissed him on the cheek.

"Plane got delayed in Seattle." She said.

"Raining." Derek piped up, approaching them and wrapping his arms around Mark, clapping him on the back, then kissing Addison's cheek.

"I should have guessed." Mark said dryly. The rest of the group joined them, and the reunion began. It was like this every time they were all together. The questions, the teasing, the jokes. The ruffling of hair, the light punching of forearms. Meredith smiled to herself. This was family. All her life she had wandered what family was, and this was it. Burke glanced at his watch and cleared his throat. "Our rental cars should be ready and waiting." He said. Together, they trudged towards the rental car area.

"Jesus Christ Burke." Cristina snapped, struggling under her luggage. "I just sweat out every bodily fluid I have."

"Start a central line, Yang." Alex quipped.

"Oh, suck it, Evil Spawn." She retorted. "I need air conditioning. Now."

Meredith opened the doors leading to the little balcony in their hotel room. It was a place she thought you'd only find in Alabama. Somewhere between a bed and breakfast and a small hotel, it was charming. She liked it here, really. Derek's strong arms circled around her waist and pulled her towards him. She twisted her head around to kiss him. She turned around to face him, settling her arms around his neck.

"They're really getting married." She murmured. Derek just smiled down at her, kissing her lips and trailing soft kisses down her neck.

"Getting married." He remarked. "Best thing I ever did." She smiled at him and played with his hair, still wet from his shower. "To Addison, of course." He said, smirking. Meredith pulled her shirt over her head, and reached down, yanking the terrycloth towel from around Derek's waist.

"I guess you don't want me then." She said, airily. "I'll just get in the shower, and you can, do the cross word and pine for Addison, or something." She started walking towards the bathroom when he grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the huge bed that took up almost the entire room. She laid back against the pillows, and he slid off her underwear, and kneeled at the bottom of the bed, watching her. Naked, she lay there, her hair fanning out in all directions, her chest rising and falling quickly as she anticipated what was to happen. Shockwaves flew up and down her spine.

He made his way up the bed and kissed her, softly at first. She smiled into his mouth and parted her lips to let his tongue into her mouth. The heat from outside streamed through the still open doors. Derek's and settled on her thin hips, and traveled slowly up her sides and over her body. A fluttering sigh escaped her swollen lips, as her hands ran over the smooth muscles of his back. She pulled him down on top of her, relishing the feeling of his bare skin on hers. They fit perfectly together; always had, always would. It was hot in the room, the dense humidity of the outside filling it completely. Derek watched his wife in awe as a thin sheen of sweat gathered on her chest. She looked at him with wide, eager eyes and nodded.

"Derek…" she whispered. He understood, and raised his body slowly, balancing his weight on his arms. When he lowered himself again, he slid inside of her slowly, causing her back to rise into a perfect arch, and an almost melodic cry to escape her lips. It was perfect, always perfect, he though hazily. They were always perfect.

"Oh my God, we're going to be so late. Cristina and Burke are going to kill us." Meredith said, rolling over in their sweat soaked sheets to face Derek, a smile gracing her lips. "You need to shower again."

"So do you." He said back, like they were small children arguing. "Care to join me? Eliminate the late problem?" Meredith rolled her eyes and pushed him off the bed towards the bathroom.

"That would not help the late problem." She muttered, fondly thinking of the bending technique he had been known to employ. "I'm going to go use Mark and Addison's shower. When my legs start working again."

Derek grinned and cocked his head to one side. "You're so lucky to have me." He said, shaking his head. Meredith burst out laughing and Derek frowned.

"Keep telling yourself that, Der." She said, rising off the bed and pulling his boxers and button down shirt. She ran across the hall and knocked on Mark and Addison's door. Addison answered it, holding her eyelash curler in one hand. "I need to use your shower." Meredith said, pushing past her into the room where Mark was pulling on socks.

"Your hair is soaked." Addison said, picking at a strand. "You looked like you just showered. Either that or you were working out."

"Addison, can I just use the shower?"

"What could you have possibly done to get so disgustingly sweaty?" Addison asked, making a face. Meredith rolled her eyes and gestured to her outfit. Mark snorted into his hand and tried not to laugh out loud. Addison wrinkled her nose. "I should have guessed." She rolled her eyes, and led Meredith to their bathroom. "Please shower." She pleaded.

"You were so busy sexing each other up you practically missed my freaking wedding rehearsal?" Meredith opened her mouth to protest, but was cut off. "Like you and McDreamy don't have enough sex to make all the rest of us jealous. Couldn't you wait?"

"Cristina!" Meredith said. "We're here. We're early. I'm ready to do all sorts of silly maid of honor things. Stop projecting your stress onto me." She snapped.

"You're here because you had to use Addison's shower." Meredith turned and glared at Addison and Mark who did their best to feign innocence.

"And for the details of my life, please tune into radio Addison." She muttered under her breath. She grabbed her best friends arm. "Hey." She said softly. "This is you and Burke. This is a good thing. It's all going to go fine."

"Until his mother is in the picture. She intimidates me on my home turf. Now it's like, we're having this dinner in her restaurant. And my mother is here. This is a terrible situation, Mer. A calamity."

"This is a wedding. Your wedding. To Preston Burke. It's going to be fine. It's going to be beautiful, okay?"

Cristina nodded slowly, taking some deep breaths. "Beautiful. Got it." Meredith nodded and grinned broadly. "What?" Cristina snapped.

Meredith chuckled. "For one, I'm the one calming you down. Saying calming things." Cristina rolled her eyes.

"Give it a week or two and you'll be hyperventilating, heaving tequila into a bathtub or something. Some things never change, Mer."

Even Cristina had to admit it was prefect. Romantic, even, and she hated romantic. But the dinner was outside, on the deck behind the restaurant. The lighting was soft, the air was pleasantly warm. It was perfect. Their parents stood at the helm of the long table, and Cristina groaned as her mother started speaking. "Cristina was always such an ambitious girl." She said in her accent. "One track mind. Success. Surgery. I thought she would never get married. The first time I met Dr. Burke, he was the last person I thought she would ever marry. But all any mother wants for her daughter is happiness. And that's what I have for mine."

Cristina closed her eyes as Burke's mother stood to speak. "The first time I met Cristina Yang, she was straddling my son in lingerie." Mrs. Burke said. "Needless to say, I have grown to hold her in a higher esteem since then. She is beautiful and caring and I could not hope to Preston marry anyone else."

Cristina blushed as her friends burst out laughing around them. So it was almost perfect.