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Collision of spirits
Whatever you like – Anya Marina
There was a distant humming of car engines coming from the streets almost like a background soundtrack. It colored the dull scene giving it some kind of urban flavor. It was starting to be a bit warm outside for May and Meredith's face was partially flushed with sweat. The asshole was taking off his coat and his vest as he was taking one phone call after the other pretending to be as busy as the president of the United States. She just knew the type. It made her laugh. He dropped the garment on the backseat of the limousine while the driver waited patiently inside. She observed him for a while trying to imagine what he could do for a living. He certainly did not look medically trained. He was a fair few inches taller than Meredith. He had tousled dark brown hair which did not have quite the McDreamy quality. They were cut short and though she could see the wind blowing the strands away, it was not McDreamy's. His face screamed lawyer. He probably was one considering also how he dressed. His eyes were just a spot of grey that melted into a milky green. There was a faint glimmer in them, gifting them with soul-searching abilities. His face was strong and defined. His jaw especially seemed molded in marble, his skin tawny and slightly tanned. His plush dark eyebrows sloped downwards in a serious expression. He did not have a truly open expression. What a contrast with Derek's amazingly warm blue eyes! She remembered fondly Derek which smiles could lit a room effortlessly. He was impossible to miss or forget. It was nothing like that with this man. If he had a playful smile it probably looked more like a snarky grin than a warm inviting smile. But his hands looked strong she noted. He wore a sophisticated white shirt perfectly pressed with black trousers. He got better the more Meredith looked. She would not call him handsome and not even attractive. She did not know what to call him to tell the truth. There was just something truly masculine about him, athletic without the muscles definition, groomed but with the faintest sign of stubble, sophisticated without the manners.
He met her gaze and almost stopped talking at the sight of her. They were both silent and an air of recognition almost passed in his eyes. She must have been imagining this entirely. He started talking again like nothing happened. This one would have been dubbed McFrosty in Christina's book.
He hung up to take another look at her. She stared back. She had nothing better to do anyway. He seemed surprised that she did not avert her gaze. Something reached his eyes and his face broke into the faintest of smile. It surprised her somehow since she did not think he was capable of it. His left eyebrows danced slightly as he became almost perplexed. She did not know why she pursed her lips together as to not imitate him. It was almost too hard to resist. Maybe she wanted to challenge him… She wanted him to say something to her… If he would just say something to her… If he dared… But the moment passed and he was soon joined by Hurricane Catherine. There was a slight wrinkle in his eyes at the sight of the disheveled state of Jackson's mother. Smiling, she could only imagine what they could be talking about. Then, when Catherine grabbed McFrosty' s arm like it was a lifeline, Meredith had two sobering thoughts. The first one was that McFrosty probably had banged Webber's wife from Sunday to Tuesday presumably sometimes when he was in kindergarten. Gross. The second one was that she'd been flirting with a total stranger. It was not even a McDreamy, a prince charming with great hair. His weren't so bad… Will you stop with the hair? Christina would have barked. What was wrong with her?
Meredith shook her head in frustration. She sighed. It was more than a humming that made her pause. She heard the roar of an engine as a car swerved dangerously in the parking lot. Instead of slowing down it seemed to gain speed as it approached the courtyard of the hospital. She was looking at McFrosty in panic. But he had his back to her and he was too deep into his conversation with Catherine to even notice her anymore. The wreck of a car took another curb haphazardly. They were on its trajectory. So Meredith moved… More precisely she ran to her car... She was thinking quicker than her brain could process. The SUV Mercedes squeaked happily and she threw herself behind the wheel at once. With a start, her car squealed as she hit reverse and crushed the accelerator under her feet. Her chassis wrapped itself into the other car, creasing around it, bend and ripped as easily as sandpaper with a deafening bang of metal. Then her body jerked violently to the dashboard, her forehead collided with the airbag. She closed her eyes. Her head smashed the side window before another airbag punched the side of her face. There was a millisecond separating the two events and a scream left her lungs. Her head was pounding furiously. Did you feel that Derek? My Love, can you feel it? I can live without you, but I don't want to. I don't ever want to. What I want ? You, me…the kids. Us together. Forever! Shit ! She forgot her belt. It was the last thought she had before everything went dark.