Title: One Hell Of A Racket
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 Sound And Fury. Mark and Addison come back to Seattle, and chaos ensues. Forget the internship- there's sex, lies, jealousy and procreation to deal with it.
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I am flawed,
but I am cleaning up.
-Dashboard Confessional
Derek met Bailey outside the hospital detox center. "What's going on?" he asked her.
She crossed her arms over her chest and gave him a look. A very stern look, the kind of look that only Miranda Bailey could give.
"What's going on is that your girlfriend drank herself into an unconscious stupor." She told him matter of factly.
Bailey was gratified to see guilt wash over his face in waves. "Is she okay? Can I see her?"
"You have to see her. When they finish pumping her stomach, you're going to need to make sure there isn't a concussion." She pursed her lips and looked at him. "She hit her head when she passed out."
"They're pumping her stomach?"
"Her blood alcohol level was through the roof, Derek."
He sighed and put one finger on the bridge of his nose. "Why would she do this?" he muttered.
"Why?" Bailey thundered. "Maybe because all that girl has ever wanted is to be loved by you, and then when she wont move in with in you, you treat her like dirt in front of her colleagues, and then you go kissing your ex-wife." She glared. "Maybe that's' why."
"She left with Mark." Derek spit out; glad to have somewhere to channel his anger. Somewhere other than himself. Bailey shook her head.
"Oh no, no no." Don't you dare try to pin this on him. You hurt him, too, remember." Derek opened his mouth to protest, but Bailey silenced him by holding up one hand. "Shepherd, put the past in the past and focus on your future."
She started walking away. "And stop being such a god damn idiot." She called over her shoulder.
Meredith blinked her eyes open, and when she did, saw Derek sitting next to her bed. "Hey." He said. "How are you feeling?"
"My throat hurts." She muttered coldly.
"They did pump your stomach, Mer." He said, shining a light into her eyes. " No concussion, then." He said, hovering over her awkwardly.
She turned away from him. "Meredith, please." He begged. "Are you ever going to stop being mad at me for this?"
"When I can look at you without seeing you kissing her, we'll be fine. Can you go now? I just want to go back to sleep."
He didn't leave though. He just sat there, until she pretended to fall asleep. "I love you." She heard him say, before he got up and left the room.
He trudged into the doctor's lounge on the same floor and threw himself on the couch. Seconds later, heels were clicking into the room. Addison. She looked at Derek.
"I heard." She said. "Mark and the interns are in there with her right now."
"I could kill Mark for this." Derek said, his hands balling into fists. "She's ninety five pounds for Christ's sake. He couldn't tell she was drinking too much?"
Addison shook her head. "What did we do, Derek?"
Before he could answer, Burke and Cristina entered. Burke headed straight for the coffee, machine, but Cristina stared at them.
"She trusted you." Cristina told Addison suddenly. "I told her she was crazy, but she's Meredith. And she trusted you not to do what you did."
"And you," she said, turning and facing Derek. "For a brain surgeon, you really don't have a whole lot going on upstairs. How could you not know how afraid she is? She's always been afraid of you comparing her and Addison, and deciding she wasn't good enough."
"I, I um…" Derek didn't know what to say.
Cristina snorted. "You are unbelievable. She fought for you, Derek. She begged you, and she gave you everything you asked from her. She swallowed her pride for you, and this is what you're going to give her?"
"She can't forgive me for the kiss."
"It's not the kiss, Derek. You've been constantly comparing her to Addison. That's what she's afraid of. She begged you and you chose her."
Derek sunk back down onto the couch. Addison left the room. Cristina stalked out after her in a huff.
Derek looked back up at Burke, who stood, calmly mixing skim milk into his coffee cup. He looked back at Derek with raised eyebrows and shook his head.
"What?" Derek asked, exasperated. Burke remained silent, nothing but a tiny smirk on his face. "Come on, Preston. If you're going to let your girlfriend lay into me, the least you can do is offer me your words of wisdom."
Burke sighed. "She needs to believe in you again, Derek. Words may not cut it."
"Meredith?"
She rolled over, in the direction of the voice. She opened one eye. "Oh. It's you."
"You need to hear from me how sorry I am."
"You don't need to do this, Addison. Apologizing."
"I mean it."
"Don't be sorry. Hell, I did it to you. And you couldn't even walk at the time. I guess I got what was coming. Karma or dogma or whatever."
"Oh, Meredith." Addison said. She sighed. "That's not what this is about."
"Do you love him?" Meredith asked, sitting up and facing her.
Addison nodded. "I always will. But I don't love him in the way you love him."
"Does he love you?"
"Not like he loves you."
It was silent for a long, long time. The stillness and the silence hung between them like a curtain, and for a while, neither one of them dared to peek around to the curtain's other side.
"I don't know why he's with me." Meredith finally said quietly. "When he could have kept you. You're perfect. With the hair, and the makeup, and the designers I can't pronounce, and the five hundred dollar shoes that match your thousand dollar handbags."
Meredith looked at Addison, stared at her, and then spoke again. "Everything I own is from J. Crew. I buy the same sweaters and t-shirts and turtlenecks in at least six colors. I don't have the hair, or the makeup and I never match. I'm not cultured, I only have two names, and I wouldn't know…" she reached out and pulled up the collar of Addison's blouse, reading the label. "Balenciaga from a patient."
"So really," Meredith continued in this small, defeated voice, "I don't know why he's with me. I'm just an intern who can't like, do anything as well as you can. You gave up your life for him Addison. I'll never be that to him."
Addison looked up at her with blue-green eyes that shone with tears. "You're the one for him, Meredith. His words, not mine. Derek was never the brownstone type. He did that, all that, for me. Because we got married before we really thought about it. And because he's Derek. In reality, he really is a flannel wearing, fishing, Seattle kind of guy."
Addison looked down at her hands, then reached out and grasped one of Meredith's. "I knew. When I found you two in the on call room that night. You don't fall in love like that twice. He loves you."
The next morning, Mark came into Meredith's room. "How's my favorite cheating slut?" he asked her, his eyes twinkling.
"That's a new one." She said dryly. He shrugged.
"I like to keep things exciting."
Meredith smiled. "You made up with Addison, didn't you?" He nodded and winked at her. She made a face at him.
"I made up with Addison too."
"She told me." He tossed something onto her lap. She picked it up.
"A mix CD?" she asked questioningly.
"It's from Derek. He asked me, or threatened me, depending on your point of view, to give it to you."
She scanned the label, reading the track titles. "Derek hates this music." She said.
Mark nodded. "Yea, he told me you'd say that. He wanted me to tell you that it's your taste in music, and he'll pretend."
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