AN: I do not own Grey's Anatomy, Private Practice or any of the characters. This is just for fun.
They don't think we see it. They think we're blind.
Obviously, they're wrong.
It's so.. in our face, in a totally not in our face kinda way.
I mean, they aren't flaunting it. (I wouldn't either if I were in either of their shoes). But they have this.. aura around them. It shines brighter when they come within twenty feet of each other. It gets ten times worse when they're in the same room for a patient or they're working in the OR together.
Talk about sexual tension you can cut with a knife.
We can tell by the way they both freeze up when he's in the room that McDreamy is definitely on the 'need-not-know' list. That's something we can't blame them for.
"Iz, snap out of it."
I jump suddenly, my head jerking around to look at George and Cristina. They're both giving me that look.
"You were doing it again," Cristina points out bluntly.
"Yeah, you were," George mumbles his agreement, shooting a look at the two across the hall.
"It's just.. Who do they think they're kidding? Seriously! It's not like we don't know that Meredith hasn't been coming home at night. We are her room mates. Or did they forget that?"
"They don't even know they're doing it, Iz, you can't fault them for that."
"Oh, yes, I can." I allow my eyes to follow our blond friend, who is leaning in dangerously close to the woman beside her. "George, they need a wake up call."
"Leave them alone, Blondie. I've got a bet going with the nurses how long it's going to take McJackAss to catch on. I've got at least a month, he's so dense."
"I believe you just lost your bet, Crackwhore," Alex grinned wide as he nodded towards the nurses station.
"Oh, shit. Shouldn't we warn her?"
"No way, they want to hide this, let's see them get out of it." I smirk as we all watch Derek cover the floor to the two women, his eyes wide and curious.
"What the hell is this?"
I'm caught between amusement and sympathy at the face Meredith is making as she jumps away from Addison like she's been burned by Satan himself. Sympathy wins out at the look that comes over the redhead's face, sort of between hurt and betrayed. Now I'm sorta wishing we would have warned them.
"D-Derek, hey!" Meredith is stuttering. Mer never stutters. Okay, so, maybe she does when she gets caught but that's usually when she starts rambling and she hasn't yet, so maybe... "What are you doing up here? I thought you had a surgery? I was just talking to Add- Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd about this case we have.."
I zone her out completely, knowing she's only digging the metaphorical hole she's in deeper, and focus on Addison. She's yet spoken a word and her eyes are glued to Meredith. Obviously, she doesn't do so well under pressure either.
"This just keeps getting better and better," Alex mutters, nodding his head towards Mark who is coming around the corner.
"Someone should really go save Meredith," George sighs.
"Mer's a big girl," Cristina quips as she leans forward, trying to listen more carefully.
"I-I should go. Bailey is going to be looking for me and I can not get on her bad side any more than I already am or she's going to have me covered in our patient's intestines again and that's just something I seriously rather not have happen again - if I have the option." Her face is a soft red, her eyes shining brightly as she flashes Addison her famous deer-in-headlights look.
"You finally told him?" Mark's voice is loud, echoing through the hallway. The two women cringe, Meredith freezing immediately.
"You idiot!" Addison finally moves, turning around to slap the back of the plastic surgeons head.
"Told me what?" Derek looks between the two, curiosity and something close to fear radiating off of him in waves.
Now Meredith sighs, her eyes going to the floor before moving herself over to Addison's side. With a quick look shared between the two, they take each other by the hand and turn to look at the neurosurgeon.
"We're dating," Addison states.
"Have been since she served you with divorce papers a month ago," Meredith supplies.
Silence.
I've never liked silence. Whether it was at school when we were taking tests or the few quiet moments after I gave birth before I gave my daughter up.
Silence haunts you to the grave.
Derek is looking back and forth, first between his ex-wife and his ex-girlfriend and the to his ex-best friend, as if asking them to please jump up and say "gotcha!" When that doesn't happen, his mouth drops open slightly.
"Seriously?"
