This is the beginning of the end, guys! Just one more chapter after this. But don't worry. There's lots of fun stuff in this chapter, including what happens to the bubble gum. I think you'll like it. :)

It's now Christmas Eve for our favorite surgeons (just reminding those who I've confused with my insane timeline), the morning after the party at Mer's. Enjoy!

"Ow."

"Mmm…"

"Ow."

"What?"

"OW."

"What?"

"Arm."

"Sorry?"

"Arm! Arm, Addison, arm!" Mark looked at the end of his arm to see that the tips of his fingers were turning purple. He couldn't feel it anymore.

"Oh!" Addison rolled away, only to find herself smashed up against the desk. "This isn't going to work."

"Mmm…" He'd already gone back to sleep. Addison sighed, frustrated, pushing her messy hair out of her face. She was awake now and in absolutely no mood to be gentle. She took a deep breath, yanked the pillow out from under Mark's head and hit him with it before throwing it at him.

"Mark, GET UP AND MOVE before I really make you hurt."

"Evil redhead," Mark muttered, opening his eyes (painfully) to find that somehow, both of them had ended up jammed sideways under the desk.

"Manwhore," Addison shot back, and Mark wondered how, in her barely-there conscious state, she could still be able to come up with comebacks. She looked up, saw where they were, and leaned back against the desk, exasperated. "Why does this have to be so complicated?"

"What are you talking about?" asked Mark. "All we'd have to do is get out from under the desk…and drag the blankets with us…and then the ground will be cold…and…damn."

"My point exactly," muttered Addison. She slid slowly down the side of the desk until she was lying back down with her hands over her eyes. "You could move. And I could stay here."

"I'm not moving," said Mark. "You know I'd do anything for you. Just not that. Right now."

Addison opened one eye. "One of us has to move. There's only enough room for one person under here. Move."

"You move."

"You move. Or I'll sleep on top of you."

"Don't we sound mature," said Mark sarcastically, grabbing the pillow and putting it over his head as he flopped down on the floor. "You know what? Sleep on top of me. I don't care. I'm not moving."

"Fine," said Addison, rolling to the other side. "See if I care."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Fine."

"Go to sleep, Mark."

"I didn't start this."

"Oh my God!"

"You BUBBLE GUMMED the rooms? What the hell does that mean?"

"Izzie, I think you need to calm down," said Alex. "Someone's going to wake up."

"I'm not going to wake them up. I hope they don't wake up for a very long time. Because this situation? Right now? Does not look very good. And I don't know about the rest of you but I like living here. Yes, it's kind of complicated with everything else that's going on here, but it's warm here! And the roof doesn't leak and I can get a ride to work…which saves the environment and WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"

"She freaks out a lot," observed Chris. Izzie sprang toward him. Alex caught her and held her back.

"She's um…really sleep-deprived," said Alex.

"Nah…she's just being Izzie," said Jonah.

"Get it off," said Izzie dangerously.

"Okay, we're going to need a jar of peanut butter, a sponge, and some water," said Chris, running a hand through his messy curls.

Alex and Jonah looked at Izzie.

"You both owe me a surgery. No, two surgeries," said Izzie, turning around to find the peanut butter. (After all, she was the only one who'd lived there long enough to know where the peanut butter was)

"Bubble gum! What the hell were they thinking?" muttered Izzie as she walked downstairs. A flash of red almost made her scream. "OH MY GOD!" Brianna had just stepped directly into her path.

"God, Izzie!" gasped Brianna. "You wanna give me a heart attack? Why are you up?"

"Why are you up?"

"I called my mom," said Brianna.

"Oh, is she okay?"

"Yeah," said Brianna. "It's fine. I'll be staying here for a little while longer, but…yeah. We're good." A small smile crossed her face before she stared at Izzie hard. "Now why are you here?" She glanced toward the living room. "Where is everyone?"

"We're having a pajama party," said Izzie sarcastically. "They bubble gummed everyone into their rooms while they were…are…whatever. They're still asleep."

"Bubble what?"

"Just go back to sleep. It's better if less of us are involved."

"Are you kidding?" asked Brianna, running up the stairs. "This I have to see. Don't worry. I never get caught." She winked once at Izzie and ran up the stairs silently.

Izzie sighed and went to go get the peanut butter.

Meredith woke up the next morning with a start. She rolled over. "Derek! It's eight! We have to go to work in an hour!"

"Aw man," he groaned into his pillow. Meredith hopped out of bed, slightly dizzy, grabbed her robe (it was freezing), and ran outside just in time to see Christina slam the door in George's face.

"Try to be faster next time, Bambi!" she yelled, cackling.

"Sometimes I think she's not human," said George, knowing that the person behind him was Meredith even before he turned around.

"You took a shower last night," Meredith reminded him. "Don't you remember?"

"Yeah…" George looked at Meredith guiltily. "Sorry about that. But I really have to go to the bathroom!"

"Well, it could have been worse," said Meredith laughing. "Go ahead and use my bathroom, George. But make it quick."

"Morning, George," said Derek, stepping out of Meredith's room. George raced past Derek into Meredith's room.

"Derek, Meredith," greeted Burke, already with a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Sleep well?" asked Derek.

"As a matter of fact, I did," said Burke, continuing downstairs. Meredith and Derek followed in time to see Izzie, Alex, Jonah, Chris, and Brianna systematically making breakfast downstairs. Izzie seemed to be supervising the whole operation.

"Morning!" said Izzie cheerfully. "Everyone grab a plate!"

"You're a lifesaver," muttered Meredith to Izzie.

"No problem," replied Izzie. "For some reason, everyone was just so eager to help me out today." Alex shot her a dirty look.

"What was that about?" asked Meredith. Izzie opened her mouth and Meredith held up her hands. "You know what? You can just tell me later…"

"Merry Christmas Eve," said Izzie in reply.

"These are really good," said Brianna. "I love pancakes. I…actually never have pancakes."

"WILL SOMEONE PLEASE GET CHRISTINA OUT OF THE BATHROOM?" hollered Callie.

"You're going to want to deal with that," said Derek, his mouth full of shredded wheat.

"Dude, how do you eat that?" asked Alex. "It's like…ew."

"Hey, the body is a machine," said Derek. "You've got to get it the right fuel."

"You remind me of my high school health class," piped up Izzie.

"Or you're just boring," laughed Alex.

"Or you've just never grown up," said Derek, equally as brightly.

"Down, boys," said Brianna, managing to look down her nose at them from where she was standing. "Finish your breakfast. There's a good boy!"

"My niece just called me 'boy,'" said Derek. "There's something wrong with that, right?"

"Wait, if Addison's your ex-wife," asked Jonah, "aren't you Brianna's ex-uncle?"

"Or Brianna's his ex-niece," said Chris thoughtfully.

"Nah," said Brianna. "I don't care what those two did. I'm not divorcing him." That resulted in a laugh which kept everyone preoccupied while Meredith was upstairs.

When Meredith did get to the top of the steps, Christina was running out of the bathroom in a towel, still very much soaking wet.

"I'm sorry I have so much hair!" yelled Christina. "Do you know how many times I have to condition this?"

"Deal with it!" said Callie. "I need my shower or I'm pissy all day."

"Well, if you haven't noticed, there's the bathroom," said Christina. "And the door's open."

"Thank you!" exclaimed Callie, running inside.

"I need my…" started Christina. The door opened and Christina's clothes came flying at her.

"She's a lot of fun in the morning," said Christina sarcastically. "THANKS!"

"Don't mention it," Callie practically growled from the other side of the door.

"A lot like someone I know," commented Meredith, trying not to laugh. "There's breakfast downstairs."

"Who made it?" asked Christina carefully.

"Jonah, Chris, Alex, Brianna…Izzie's supervising!" said Meredith quickly.

"Okay…" said Christina. "Karev better not come anywhere NEAR what I put into my mouth." She started down the stairs.

"Have you seen Addison or Mark anywhere?" asked Meredith.

"No," said Christina. "Maybe they're still asleep. Someone was having a party out here last night."

"What do you mean?"

"I kept having the rats climbing up a drain dream," said Christina. "That means that someone was making way too much noise for the middle of the night."

"So the bump I heard was real!" said Meredith.

"I suppose," shrugged Christina. "Make sure nothing's broken. But, if it comes down to it, my money's on Alex. And you know, where my money is, is usually where it should be." Meredith rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to change," said Christina, before going back into her room and shutting the door.

"Addison! Mark!" Meredith called, knocking on their door. She waited a little while before pushing the door open. "Oh my God!"

At the slam of the door, Addison's eyes flew open and she realized that she had, in fact, ended up sleeping on Mark all night. And, judging by the angle Meredith had on them, they were in a pretty compromising position.

"Mark, get up."

"What? What's going on?" He looked at her. "Why are you on top of me?"

"Small desk, we were lazy…remember? Meredith's outside. She just walked in and…"

"Oh, right," said Mark. "I'll take care of that. Um…if you'd just…"

"Right," said Addison, rolling off him in such a way that she didn't pierce herself on a drawer handle. Instinctively, she started folding all the blankets in perfectly measured thirds.

"Hey," said Mark, running after Meredith outside. She'd barely had time to slam the door, and she hadn't gotten very far.

"It's fine," said Meredith. "I probably shouldn't have gone in."

"Why?" asked Mark. "It wasn't like you interrupted anything except for a dream about an eighteen wheeler on my chest…"

"I HEARD THAT!" hollered Addison from inside the room.

"I'm just joking, Addi," said Mark. "What is it with you women and your weight?"

Meredith cleared her throat, still waiting for an explanation.

"Right," said Mark. He quickly went through an explanation of what happened. When he was finished, Meredith was laughing.

"There's breakfast downstairs," laughed Meredith. "Addison, you can come out now."

"I wasn't hiding," said Addison, handing over the pile of folded blankets. She straightened her sweatshirt.

"Who made the breakfast?" asked Mark, as Meredith tried to hold the pile of pillows and blankets so that she could still see over it.

"Alex, Brianna, Jonah, Chris…Izzie's supervising."

"What?" asked Addison.

"Izzie!" said Meredith.

"Oh, well, in that case," said Addison, "we have nothing to worry about."

"Why does everyone think Alex is going to poison them?" muttered Meredith to her pile of blankets, as she walked away.

"Merry Christmas, Dr. Bailey!" gasped Jonah, sprinting by Bailey, trying to find her resident.

"Merry Christmas Eve, Miranda," greeted Addison.

"Merry Christmas, Miranda," smiled Burke.

"Merry Christmas, Dr. Bailey," said Derek, waving.

"Merry Christmas, Dr. Bailey," muttered Mark.

"Merry Christmas Eve, Dr. Bailey!" exclaimed Izzie, almost bouncing in place.

"Merry Christmas, Dr. Bailey!" grinned George.

"Merry Christmas, Dr. Bailey," said Alex to the floor.

"Merry Christmas, Dr. Bailey," nodded Meredith.

"Happy Hanukkah," said Christina.

Bailey looked slightly amused at the interns in front of her, who were the only ones who hadn't run off for their morning paperwork. "Fun night?" she asked. Without waiting for a response, she handed out charts. "Welcome to Christmas shift," she said. "Oh, and Merry Christmas."

"I love Christmas at hospitals," said Christina, looking at her sheet.

Meredith, Izzie, George, and Christina just laughed.

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