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CHAPTER SEVEN

Meredith waited in the hall as Derek went back to Thatcher's room where everyone was crowded nervously outside.

"Doctor Bailey, can you take it from here?" Derek asked. "I have to go."

"Sure," Bailey replied. "I'll finish the paperwork. You take her home."

"Thank you," Derek said. He turned to Cristina.

"Are you able to follow this one through, Doctor Yang?" he asked. Cristina nodded. "Are you sure?" he checked again.

"Yes, Doctor Shepherd," Cristina said. "I'll take care of it. No problem." Derek sighed and looked around at the crowd that had gathered.

"You should all get back to work," he said wearily before walking away. He went back to where Meredith was standing. He took her hand in his and led her to the elevator. Derek didn't know what to say to her. He knew that he couldn't make the situation any better, as much as he wanted to. They rode the elevator in silence. As they left the hospital, Meredith and Derek spotted George and Lexie walking towards George's car.

"Lexie!" Meredith called out. George and Lexie stopped and turned around. Meredith broke free of Derek's grasp and jogged toward her sister. "Are you going home?" she asked. Lexie nodded, staring at her feet.

"Do you want to come back to my place?" Meredith asked. "You shouldn't be alone." Lexie looked up at her sister with what Meredith thought was a look of contempt.

"I don't know how I can go back home," she admitted, quietly. "Not now."

"You don't have to yet," George said, supportively. "Let's just go back to Meredith's house."

"Okay," Lexie agreed reluctantly.

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"I feel like we should do something," Izzie said as she helped Cristina with the paperwork for Thatcher Grey.

"Like what?" Cristina asked, cynically.

"I don't know," Izzie said. "Send Mer flowers?"

"Mer's not that into flowers," Cristina said.

"It's the thought behind it, Cristina," Izzie said. "It shows that we care." Cristina signed off on a document and looked up at Izzie.

"Mer wasn't even close to Thatcher. She hardly knew the guy" she said defensively. "He wasn't a father to her." Izzie glared at Critsina.

"Oh, so it was just me who saw her reaction when he died in front of her?" Izzie snapped. "She was devastated, Cristina. You're supposed to be her best friend. Maybe you should start acting like it." Cristina gave Izzie a weird look. Izzie slammed her folder shut. "Finish it yourself," she snapped and stormed off.

Izzie stormed into the pit.

"Where do you want me?" she asked Bailey.

"There's an incoming trauma in a few minutes," Bailey answered. "You can go and help Karev."

"Sounds good to me," Izzie said, heading outside.

"What's up with you?" Alex asked as Izzie joined him at the ambulance bay, still fuming.

"Cristina's a freaking robot," Izzie said.

"No she's not," Alex said. "She's just better at hiding her emotions than you are." Izzie sighed.

"I wanna organise something for Meredith to show our support. Any ideas?"

"Tequila?" Alex suggested, shrugging. Izzie glared at him.

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Meredith and Derek arrived back at her house. They hadn't spoken for the whole drive home.

"I'm sorry," Meredith finally said, embarrassed.

"What for?" Derek asked.

"For freaking out like that," Meredith said.

"You shouldn't be sorry for grieving," Derek said. "It's a normal human reaction." Meredith looked up at Derek, still embarrassed and wondering where they stood. Derek was wondering the same thing.

"You didn't have to leave work," Meredith said.

"I want to be here," Derek said. "I don't want to be at work." He waited for Meredith to push him away, to tell him to go back to work but she didn't.

"I feel like I should do something for Lexie," Meredith said. "Maybe I should cook something."

"I don't think she'd feel up to eating right now," Derek said, trying to avoid another omelet disaster. That was the last thing that Lexie needed.

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George kept an eye on Lexie as he drove to Meredith's house. She had gone from appearing utterly devastated to looking extremely angry. Her jaw was clenched firmly as she looked out of the passenger window.

"Are you okay?" he asked her, knowing that it was a stupid question to ask.

"She wasted so much time," Lexie said quietly.

"Who did?" George asked, puzzled.

"Meredith," Lexie said quietly.

"What do you mean?" George asked her. Lexie shook her head, indicating that she didn't want to discuss it any further. All of the things that she had ever wanted to say to her sister were running though her head. When they reached Meredith's house Lexie hesitated for a moment before getting out of the car.

"I can take you somewhere else if you don't want to be here," George offered.

"Like where?" Lexie asked. "There's no where for me to go." George knew that she was right.

George opened the door of the house and Lexie walked in to the living room where Meredith and Derek were sitting on the couch.

"Hey," Meredith said nervously. Before she entered the house, Lexie had decided that it wasn't the right time to confront Meredith about what she'd been thinking the whole car ride home. She immediately changed her mind when she saw Meredith sitting there looking upset.

"You're a hypocrite," Lexie said with quiet anger. Meredith looked puzzled.

"What?" Meredith asked, confused. Lexie was always sucking up to her. Meredith had hardly even seen her angry, let alone at her. Meredith looked at Derek, giving him a hint to leave her alone with Lexie. He took the hint and joined George in the kitchen.

"You're a hypocrite," Lexie said again to Meredith. "I can't believe the scene that you made in there." Her voice was getting louder and harsher as the anger within her rose to the surface. "My mother tried to make you a part of my father's life and you wanted nothing to do with him! I tried to have a relationship with you and you treated me like crap! You would have had more respect for a dog! We found out that our father was dying and still you wanted nothing to do with him! You have one conversation with him and then you carry on like your whole world has been turned upside down!" Meredith didn't know what to say. She was surprised to even be hearing Lexie saying all of this.

"Nothing's changed for you," Lexie said, getting emotional now. "You couldn't care less whether you had a father or not. He was just some drunken stranger to you. You didn't wanna know him. You can just go back to your selfish existence. But he was all I had! He was imperfect but he was my dad and he was the only person that I had left in the world because my mother's dead and my own sister rejected me."

"Lexie… I," Meredith started to stammer.

"No," Lexie said, crying now. "I don't want to hear it. I can't handle anything right now, especially you pretending that you care." George crept up behind Lexie.

"Lexie…" he uttered softly, trying to get her to calm down.

"I have to get out of here," Lexie said, feeling suffocated. She started to leave when George grabbed her arm.
"Don't to that," he said softly. "Don't go out on the roads while you're upset. Just stay. Go up to my room. Just don't leave." Lexie nodded, trembling. She turned and walked up the stairs and away from Meredith.