Meredith had passed out against the window on the way home, he had hoped she would stay unconscious. But, she woke up just as he was lifting her in the house and seemed to have forgotten the whole "we're just friends.." pact as she nibbled on his earlobe.
He was only human, he'd be lying if he said it didn't get to him...but he refused to get caught up in her ministrations. Fighting off the dirty words Meredith was slurring into his ear, he dropped her onto her large bed, shaking her out of it at once.
It was almost like she had sobered up immediately, and stared at him confused. He could tell by her glazed over expression the tequila was still highly present in her blood stream, but he took her questioning remark as a good sign.
"Mark? What are you doing here..." He rolled his eyes, and pulled the messy bed covers down so she could crawl in.
"I just saved you from drowning in Tequila. No offense on the drowning." He smirked and she watched as his figure turned into two. Seeing double was bad...too bad because it made her extremely confused.
Shutting her eyes tight she grimaced. "You didn't have to save me. Youshouldhave let me..."
"Let you what?." He interrupted, "Drown? Sorry..you already did that once." He bit back at her, annoyed at her drunken suicidal talk.
"Ass." She threw herself back onto the bed and rolled onto her side with a moan as her stomach did a huge flop. Moving fast was not good...scratch that, moving at all was not good.
"Yeah, I guess I am. Listen Grey, are you alright? I just came up to make sure you got home alive.."
"Hmmppphh.." Came her groan. "I'm fine...goood.ok.I'm...ohhh..." He saw her face turn slightly green and he grabbed her arm and helped her launch off the bed and she stumbled into her in suite bathroom.
"Shit." He cursed with a disgusted look on his face as he heard her getting sick in the bathroom. Him babysitting her was definitely not what he had planned for the night, but he felt obligated to stick by her.
Her onslaught of gagging stopped and the room went silent until a minute later when he heard her heaving again.
"Grey...?" He called waiting for an answer that never came. Stepping into the room he found her curled up next to the toilet. Every once and awhile she would sit up and give into another coughing fit into the toilet.
"Oh god..." She moaned feeling completely awful. He glanced around the small bathroom trying to take anything in he could besides the sick woman. Finally, he had nothing to do but take in her curled up form.
"So...now that that's out of your system...do you want me to help you back to bed?"
"No...nono. I want youtogo." Her voice was barely audible against the cold tile.
"Well, that's not going to happen until your friends get home...so...you'll just have to deal with that.."
He heard her mumbled into the floor before she pushed her self up again to be sick. There wasn't really anything left in her stomach to throw up, and the acid burned her throat making her voice raw.
"Uggg..."
Rolling his eyes, Mark leaned against the sink so that he was facing her. "Grey, what possessed you to drink that much? You weigh like...100 pounds...you're not a heavy weight or anything."
"Shutup Mark. I needed to feel numb."
"Oh..what a great idea. I bet you feel empty now." Rolling up his sleeves and then unbuttoning his top few buttons he slid down the sink cabinet, convinced he was going to be there awhile.
He wasn't trying to be so harsh to her, but he couldn't understand her need to drink so much.
Several minutes passed in silence and it seemed like Meredith's stomach had finally stopped revolting against her.
"Alright, lets get you back in bed.."
"No.Please just let me sit here and wallow..." Rolling his eyes again, Mark walked over to her and in one strong swoop picked her up effortlessly.
"You shouldn't be wallowing."
She kicked at him for several seconds before residing to the fact that she wasn't going to get out of his muscular hold.
"I want to wallow." He was tempted to toss her onto the bed, but fearing she would throw up again he laid her gently down.
"I have nothing left Mark. I'mallowedto wallow." Even though her words were slurred, a clear sign that the alcohol was still evident in her system, he watched her curled up from curiously. Every one of her friends had said she was ok..and moving on from Derek. She seemed ok at work, but as he watched her facade crumbling,
he realized how wrong everyone was.
"Meredith, that's not true."
"He moved on Mark! He went and got someone else the day we broke up. He's there right now having sex with her...building our dream house..with her."
Mark didn't know what to say. He didn't talk to Derek much about Rose, but he knew that Derek was definitely not building any dream house with him. To his knowledge, Derek had never even discussed the house with her.
"I don't think he is that into Rose." Meredith had curled herself even more into a ball and turned away from Mark.
"Shut up! Youdon't know anything. I went there yesterday, to tell him I couldn't live without him...and SHE answered the door.
youdon'thave seexxx with someone you're not serious about."
Mark couldn't hold his laugh. "I do it at least three times a week!"
"You're an ass. Derek's not like that."
Mark walked away from the bed trying his best not to laugh directly at her. He knew Meredith had a temper, it was best to not piss her off.
"He slept with you the first night you met didn't he?"
That struck a nerve and in a second she had turned around to face him. He saw the instant fire in her eyes and wondered if that was a direct result of the tequila as well.
"Don't you dare compare me and him to that nurse. We...we had something. Something special..and then he had a wife..then he didn't..then he just kept hurting me over and over, he walked away for good...and here I am. Poor,twisted Meredith who will be alone forever."
It was hard for him to follow her ramble, but listening to her he came to a daunting realization. One that Izzie had come to earlier that day.
"You're not over Derek at all are you?"
She glared at him, and then the world started to spin again so she laid back do in a huff.
"SHut up Mark."
"No." He said with determination and stepped closer to her. "You two are playing this stupid game where you pretend to be over each other...meanwhile you're both miserable. It's stupid. You know you still love him. He loves you, he always had."
"He does not love me! He loves rose!" She practically yelled and in that moment he felt like shaking her.
"Rose is some feeble attempt to get over you. It's not working."
"Well, it clearly is if they're having sleep overs."
"He's only human. You can't expect him to be celibate the rest of his life"
"SHUT UP!" She finally yelled and he grew impatient with her attitude and began searching around for his jacket.
"Whatever, have it your way. Be miserable."
He was close to leaving, he had almost made it to the door when he heard a tiny sob come from her mouth and his heart broke. It took him off guard. He didn't consider himself overly sentimental...but Meredith was such a strong person that he wasn't sure she was capable of crying.
Burying her head into her pillow she cried harder and soon that was all he could hear in the room.
"Um...Meredith, don't cry." He fumbled on his way back over to her. He didn't really know what to say. Or how to handle it. Comforting friend wasn't really his role...even when it was Derek, all he felt comfortable doing was being there.
"I...really love him." She sobbed like a child and he couldn't take any more and finally sat beside her and wrapped his arms around her. She fought him off for a second, before giving into him completely. She was tired of fighting, tired of avoiding...just tired all together.
"I know Meredith." It was all he could say in the awkward position he was in. He wanted to convince her Derek wasn't over her. He was sure his friend was just being a complete moron. But, somehow, he didn't think that would help her.
Her cries were muffled into his chest and soaked his leather jacket in damp tears. Like he had been doing it for years, he pushed the hair out of her face and held the silky strands gently in his finger tips. It was the only thing he knew how to do.
Her sobs settled down until they were just soft whimpers and he breathed a sigh of relief. Neither of them noticed the person who walked into the room until she was standing right over the bed.
"What the hell are you doing Mark?" Izzie demanded as she stepped closer to Meredith. She definitely was not expecting to see Mark in Meredith's bed and she had to admit, it shocked her. She wasn't about to let him take advantage of her very drunk friend.
I've been working on this update for awhile...then I got the flu...and today I finally felt ok enough to finish it. There's a second part to it, but it's so long now that i just had to post it. Sorry if it sucks...the flu sucks. It's hard to channel characters when you feel like death. anyway, let me know if it's really awful and i'll rewrite it! lol