AN: Oh crap. Do you know how much I hate this chapter? I think it's the worst chapter of Fanfiction I've ever made. But I have to put it on, and please don't give me too many flames.
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Meredith took a sharp intake of breath then turned her eyes to steel, peering at Derek from head to toe. Did she love him? Addison hadn't. But that was different. This was Derek Shepard, Meredith's McDreamy. She was the love of his life.
He'd broken up with her. He'd said that she was ruining his chances at the run for Chief. He had done … so much. But then he had done so much good. Then he had been the McDreamy everybody saw.
"I want you to be my McDreamy. I want you to be my McDreamy without faults or anger. But I can't have that McDreamy. I can't have everybody's McDreamy – the man who everybody stares at and thinks is so wonderful. But you can't be my McAss, Cristina's McAss. You have to be my Mc…Meredith."
"Your McMeredith?" Derek leaned on his elbows, peering at her. It wasn't an accusation; he didn't spit it out or complain. He just responded.
"My McMeredith. You'll love me. You can't be my McDreamy. You can't be my McAss. So you have to be my McMeredith."
"I" – Derek took her hands in his and caught her eyes with a bit of digging and scooping to find them – "will be your McWhatever."
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Addison writhed and seethed on the ground, hissing from pain and sobbing from the touch of any man. They all stood around, dumbstruck and having no clue of what to do.
"What's wrong with her?" one of them cried every once in a while.
But mostly it was silence; silence that took up space and made Addison's head hurt more than it already did, for her blood to spill more steady-fast and dripping onto the boys' shoes.
"It hurts!"
"We can't help you, Addie!" sighed Alex, leaning down next to Addison and attempting to catch her lips. All that happened was he looked like a fool, lips puckered with nobody at the other end.
Addison woke up, yet again, to an intern. But it wasn't Diane. It was an attractive African American who was expertly sifting through Addison's newest medicines; they were coming by the barrel now.
"Who are you?"
Addison groggily sat up in bed, ignoring the excruciating pain it caused here.
"I'm Janie," said the intern, dumping the contents of the medicine bottles into the water bottle. She began to close the lid and shake it up, but was stopped by Addison.
"Why are all my interns leaving? Why did Diane leave?"
"Huh? Oh. Diane didn't leave. She's just not skilled enough for this job. I'm more … qualified."
"Oh. Well, Samuel left, right? They didn't lie to me and say that he left?"
"No. He actually left. He's serious with Lexie Grey; I don't see why he'd want to leave."
"Because you shouldn't have relationships at work. Speaking of relationships at work, how's Josh?"
Janie looked taken aback for a moment, but then the shock subsided and she smiled.
"Sorry, I thought you meant the sex. He's fine. He's a great husband and he wants to be a neurosurgeon."
"Is he smart?"
"He's brilliant."
"Well, that's good. Are you still sleeping with Diane?"
Now Janie stumbled backwards, hit with the force of that. She turned to Addison, red-rim-eyed and gasped, "How the hell do you know that? How the hell – did Diane tell you?"
"Samuel did."
"That bastard! WELL, FUCK OFF. I don't care what you think, you doctors. I don't care if you know or if you don't know. But you're not in the position to tell me off!"
"I'm not going to, trust me. And fine. I will 'fuck off.' I see you're not one of the better interns here."
"No, I'm the best."
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Derek smiled across the hallway at Meredith. The relationship hadn't stumbled back to its feet as relationships mostly do, it had just come back, more full-force than ever. It had been celebrated by a reuniting of their inner-souls last night. Meredith smiled back, winking. Unfortunately, blocking her path was pregnant Callie O'Malley, who was considerably larger than when she had gotten pregnant a month ago.
"Hello, Chief," smiled Meredith politely.
"Stop fucking staring at your fucking boyfriend!" demanded Callie, flailing her arms for effect. All Meredith did was nod and smile encouragingly and then shift past; she didn't want to deal with a hormonal pregnant woman. Instead, she met Cristina in her track to the on-call room. She was tired, having had three surgeries in one day. Two scrubbing in, one her own.
"Are you going to the on-call room?"
"Hell yeah. How many surgeries?"
"Three."
"I beat you. Six."
"Holy crap, Cristina!"
"Well, I'm proud."
The two walked into the on-call room. Meredith flung herself onto the bottom of the bed, Cristina crawled lazily into the top. Then the two women began to talk.
"Callie's especially bitchy today," noted Cristina.
"Yeah."
"McAss is especially in love. You guys hit off right when you got back together. Loud, overpowering sex?"
"Yup!" chirruped Meredith. This seemed to brighten her, so immediately Meredith leapt off of the bed.
"I'm off to do another surgery! I'm going to be-aat you!" she sang, skipping out. All Cristina did was lie back further in bed.
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George felt Izzie's pain; they intercepted her words and made them come more forced, louder and more choked.
"You're being such … so … impossible! You're so impossible, George! I've seen you … what? … twice since your wife got married? Why can't you … be near me? Why do we have to stop being best friends? I've got so much to frikin' tell you … Dr. Shepard's McMeredith instead of McDreamy, Cristina's being distant and stares at Burke … I'm a resident! I'm a resident! And you're not here to support me, and you're not even at a restaurant, waiting to support me after my long day."
Izzie just paused, sniffling uncontrollably and waiting for George's twitchy response.
"I-I'm sorry."
That was all. Izzie let her mouth drop in anger.
"What! That's it? That's all you'll give me? 'Sorry'? How about 'Oh I'm so sorry, Iz, I'll see you tonight at Joe's' or 'what the hell? McDreamy's McMeredith?' or at least 'I can't go, Callie's getting all pregnant on me; I'll call you later'?"
"I can't. I … can't."
"That's all you can do! Say 'you can't.' What the hell does that mean, anyways? 'You can't.' You can! You can be my friend, George; we're not even working together anymore. You can try. You can't give up. That's what you can't do."
There was a loud untangling sound, Izzie getting herself out of the phone line's wrap, and hanging up with a loud clang. All George did at the other end was wince and let himself drop the phone to the receiver with a loud clatter.
He was dropping his friendship with Izzie along with the phone.
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AN: The reason this one's ridiculously short is because … well, I don't know. I'm anxious for the next chapter because I hate this one.
I need to plan some really big drama next chapter.
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