Title: Loud And Clear
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 One Hell Of a Racket. Babies, weddings, and rain. Seattle at it's finest. Babysitting for the ex wife, meeting the family, planning the wedding and fending off the intern. All in a day's work.
Author's Note: The final story in our trilogy. We're staring two days from where 'Racket' left off. Also, we made up all the names and details of Derek's family, save for Nancy, who we adore, by the way.
Okay. So you're all mad at Derek. So are we. But now that we've gotten into this story, we realize that our Derek cant be all…dreamy. The Derek in this story is haunted by all the times he's let Meredith down, and he's not McDreamy right now. So just stick with us, cause we do promise a happy ending.
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Bridget sat in the gallery, seething. She scribbled something down onto the chart she was filling out and snapped the file shut. Three down, no less than sixty seven to go. She hated Meredith Grey. She looked down into the OR where her resident was assisting her fiancé in surgery. Bridget rolled her eyes and reached for a new chart.
In the OR, Meredith was squirming. She wanted this to be over. Things hadn't been the same lately, and all she wanted was to return to the days of making out in linen closets and planning their wedding at Joe's. She met Derek's eyes over the table, and she could see that he was smiling. She smiled back, despite her efforts not to. His eyes brightened, and Meredith knew that if he wasn't wearing a mask, she'd be able to see he was grinning.
"Dr. Shepherd?" Amanda Connor, one of Meredith's interns was holding a mask over her face, hovering by the doors of the OR. "Dr. Bailey says she needs you. She's in OR two and says it's urgent. And Dr. Sloan wants to know if you've finished your Harry Potter book yet."
Meredith stifled a laugh as what she could see of Derek's cheeks reddened. "Tell Dr. Sloan I'll deal with him later." He said to Amanda, as Meredith's eyes shone with the difficult of trying not to burst out laughing.
"And what about Dr. Bailey?" Amanda squeaked nervously.
Derek looked down at the patient's exposed brain and up at Meredith. He looked down and made several tiny incisions. "Mer," he said, his tone urgent, the playfulness gone, "this is your surgery now."
"Mine?" she echoed in disbelief.
"Sever the corpus collosum, divide the brain spheres. Just follow the procedure and close her up."
"Follow the procedure?" Meredith asked. She seemed to only be able to repeat what he said.
"You know it?" Derek challenged.
"I know it." She answered after a moment's hesitation.
"Meredith," he said gently. "Do you know this or not?"
"Yes." She said quickly. "I know it."
He smiled at her from across the table, a full on McDreamy smile and Meredith felt herself go weak in the knees. "Mer, I'm counting on you. You can do this." He told her. She nodded and he left the OR, doubled around, and snuck up into the gallery. He hid in the back, and waited for Mark to show up.
"How's she doing?" he asked, poking his head in the door.
"Amazingly." Derek said, pride evident in his voice. The sound drew the attention of her friends, who were all sitting in the front row of the gallery.
"Aren't you supposed to be with Bailey?" George asked.
"Am I?" Derek said innocently. Cristina rolled her eyes, but Izzie grinned.
"You planned this?" she asked. "That's really…."
"Dreamy?" George interjected.
"Dude, grow a pair." Alex suggested.
"Interns." Mark said, rolling his own eyes.
"We're not interns!" George and Izzie said in indignant unison. Mark flashed them a grin, and they turned back to watch Meredith, disgruntled. Derek couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was beautiful, even covered in scrubs. She worked diligently, and he watched intently. Eventually, everyone else in the gallery got paged away, or left for surgeries. Hours later, she looked up, exhausted, and Derek was leaning against the back wall of the gallery, smiling at her.
"You were amazing." He told her, as she followed her into the locker room later. "Absolutely fabulous. Mer, you just pulled off one of the toughest procedures in basic nuero. Maybe the toughest."
She turned to him, a huge grin spread across her face. "I did, didn't I?" he nodded. "You weren't with Bailey were you?" she asked, opening her locker and beginning to change quickly.
"Uhhh, no." he said. "About that. I wanted to give you something. To say I'm sorry."
She grabbed her tote bag and looked at him for awhile, not saying anything. Finally her face broke out into another grin. "Well, it was a pretty great way to say you're sorry." She said, leaning in and kissing him. His pager went off.
"Damn it." He muttered. "That's the GSW from this morning."
"Go." She said. "I'm going to Joe's with Alex and Izzie. I'll see you at home, okay?"
"I love you." He said seriously. "You were great."
"Go to the gunshot wound guy. He needs you more than I do right now." Derek ran out of the locker room, heading for the elevator. Bridget leaned against a wall and watched him go. She touched her pen to her lips thoughtfully. She had been saving her one secret weapon, but it was time to use it.
She smiled to herself. There was no guilt at tearing apart this couple. She checked her watch, trying to calculate when he would be out of surgery. Then she pulled her hair into a ponytail like Meredith's, and walked away.