Title: Loud And Clear
Authors: Sara And Lizzie
Rating: T for language, mild sex
Disclaimer: we don't own grey's anatomy, or any anatomies but our own at that.
Summary: Sequel to One Hell Of a Racket. Babies, weddings, and rain. Seattle at it's finest. Babysitting for the ex wife, meeting the family, planning the wedding and fending off the intern. All in a day's work.
Author's Note: The final story in our trilogy. We're staring two days from where 'Racket' left off. Also, we made up all the names and details of Derek's family, save for Nancy, who we adore, by the way.
So this chapter is tying up some loose ends, and pretty short, but it segways into Bridget being a slut and trying to seduce Derek, etc.
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"Joe, get this guy a drink." Meredith demanded, pointing towards Mark. "He's a daddy." She said, grinning, squeezing Mark's shoulder. He smiled so hard he thought his face might crack.
"Congratulations, McSteamy." Joe said, placing a glass in front of him.
Mark grinned. "Thanks, Joe." He paused. "It's a girl." He said softly. "We haven't named her yet, because Addie's still pretty out of it, but they're both fine. And I have a daughter." He smiled and sipped his drink. Meredith grinned over at him. With Addison still in the hospital and Derek on call, they had come to Joe's together.
"What happened to her?" Joe asked.
"Her placenta tore." Mark said. "And the baby was sort of losing it's life force. But they did a C section, and Addison turned out fine." He told them, relief obvious in his voice. "She's fine."
Meredith smiled at him, her eyes traveling behind him to the door, where Bridget was leaving. Her eyes narrowed instinctively, but she shook it off. She refused to be jealous or wary of her intern. She turned back to Mark. "When's McMommy coming back to work?" she asked, winking at Joe.
Mark rolled his eyes. "Addison," he said pointedly. "Only wants to take two weeks."
Meredith smiled. "She'll be like super mom." She said doubtlessly. "Leave it to Addison to raise an amazing daughter and still save other people's kids." She said, grinning.
"Hey." Mark said. "We'll always need baby sitters."
Derek was leaning in the doorframe of the room, watching his ex wife. He was still trying to wrap his brain around the fact that she had a child now. A baby of her own, instead of just other people's to operate on.
"You going to come in and congratulate me, or are you going to lean in the doorway all night?" Addison asked. Derek shook his head and grinned, and made his way into the room to sit on the chair next to her bed.
"Congratulations, Addie." He said. "I saw the baby. She's beautiful."
Addison smiled. "She is, isn't she?" Derek laughed and kissed his ex wife's cheek. She smiled back, and then remembered why she was supposed to be mad at him. "I'd smack you if I could right now." She said.
Derek frowned. "What did I do?"
Addison shook her head. "Be careful with that intern, Derek. She's trouble, okay?"
At that point the intern in question was getting very tired of eavesdropping on Meredith and Mark chatting about babies and making fun of each other. Bridget lit a cigarette and rolled her eyes at the death glare Cristina Yang shot her as she dropped onto a barstool next to Meredith, followed closely by Preston Burke.
"Hey, McDaddy." Cristina quipped to Mark. "Congratulations, Sloan. Where's McDreamy?" She asked, looking around as if she expected him to materialize at Meredith's side.
Meredith frowned. "He's on call tonight." She said, her lower lip jutting out in a slight pout.
Mark reached out and mussed her hair. "Aww…" he teased. "No sex for you tonight. Poor baby." Bridget listened to their exchange with heightened interest. A slow tingle spread through her body. Derek was still at the hospital, and would be all night. She threw some bills on the bar and slid off of her stool. Meredith and Cristina were engrossed in a conversation about the audacity of Nurse Debbie and neither pair of eyes noticed her leaving, but she caught Mark Sloan's eyes narrowing as she left.
Mark watched Bridget slink out of the bar, looking every bit like the jet setting brand of sex goddess she tried to be. He shook his head at Meredith as her eyes followed his and darkened. "Mer…" he started, trying to find a tactful way to tell her to watch the intern.
Meredith just nodded. "Yeah." She said tightly.
Derek was standing in front of the board when he felt someone settle next to him. He looked over and saw the now familiar head of glossy chestnut hair. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. "Dr. Neilson." He said pleasantly.
"Dr. Shepherd." She said, her voice low and husky.
"Still on scut?" he asked shooting her a grin.
She made a face and nodded. "Still on scut." She responded. "But come on, who doesn't love rectal exams?" she deadpanned.
Derek shook his head, and cast a sidelong glance at the board. "Hey," he said. "I've got a craniotomy in twenty minutes. If you don't tell my fiancée, you can scrub in." he joked. Her face lit up.
"I can scrub in?" she repeated. "On your craniotomy?"
"Let's go, Dr. Neilson." Derek said.
"That was incredible." Bridget breathed two hours later as they discarded they gloves. "Just…wow." She looked at him, knowing her eyes were bright, impressed and wide. Really, she didn't give a shit about the surgery. Yea, it was cool, but this was about so much more. "God, Dr. Shepherd. That's just… such a high."
Derek smiled. "You did well, Dr. Neilson." He said. She leaned against the sink, facing him in the small room. She took off her scrub cap, shaking her shiny hair, letting it drop loosely over her shoulders.
She smiled coyly at him. "You want to get a drink or something?" she asked him innocently.
"I'm on call, Bridget." Derek told her gently.
"Some other time then." She said.
Derek shook his head. "Dr. Neilson, there's Meredith. I'm engaged. It wouldn't be…" he trailed off as Bridget took a few steps, closing the gap between them quickly. She put a hand on the back of Derek's neck, drawing his head close to her, and pressing her body against his.
She leaned in towards his ear and whispered, "Meredith would never know." She slid her tongue over her lips and eyes him as she headed to the door. "Think about it, Derek." She said, leaving him alone in the room.
