Chapter 33: I Wanted My Revenge
Meredith's Point-of-View
I walked robotically into my apartment, stood in front of the armchair, dropped my purse and my coat and sat down.
"Well, how did it go?" Amber asked, turning the volume on the TV down.
"Well, it was very informative. I found out that I am good at making messes, that I am a cold hearted bitch for breaking one of your Mom's plates given to her by your dead father, that Derek is OCD, he wears boxers with Tasmanian Devils on it and oh, he is allergic to peanuts!" My voice was shrieking by the time I was done.
Amber's mouth was opened in a wide 'O'.
"Yeah…" I said, sitting back and groaning. I peered at her from the corner of my eye and she was still sitting there in shock.
"You look like a blow-up doll." I told her.
She snapped her mouth shut with a glare.
"Sorry, but you did." I told her with a shrug.
"You broke one of the plates?" She asked.
"Yes."
"The plate that my dad got for my mom?"
"Yes."
"On purpose?"
"Yes?"
"Those can't be replaced."
"Way to make me feel better Amber! I didn't know that it was important. It was in with his others." I defended.
Amber's expression softened.
"I know. It's just, I know how important it was to Der. Probably because he was closer to Dad than we were, them being the only males in a house with five women."
I groaned and placed my face in my hands.
"Now, what is this about Tasmanian Devils?" She asked.
"His boxers."
She raised an eyebrow.
"I was injecting epinephrine into his thigh! He was swollen like the Stay Puff Marshmallow Man."
"Everywhere?" Amber asked, waggling her eyebrows.
I threw the decorative pillow at her. She caught it easily and laughed.
"It's not funny!" I protested.
She just kept giggling and soon, I joined her.
"Okay, maybe it was." I admitted, after we calmed down.
"What are you going to do next?" Amber asked, wiping her tears of mirth.
"I think this needs to stop. I am not this person. I let things go, I don't hold grudges. He practically went into anaphylactic shock tonight and I destroyed a family heirloom. So, he made a bet. That is who he is. He is Whorek." I surmised, feeling really depressed.
"That is not just who he is." Amber told me. "He is a great doctor, wonderful brother and son, faithful friend, and someone who wants you."
"He has a fucked-up way of showing it." I told her.
"You beat his ass…twice. I mean, I am all for pulling hair on the playground, but you two are fucking grownups and you both need to start acting like it." She chastised.
I looked down at my hands.
"He started it." I muttered with a pout.
"It's time for you to finish it."
Derek's Point-of-View
My eyes searched the hallway where I was told she would be, and I still didn't see her. Maybe she was ignoring me. She did run out of my house like the hounds of hell were on her heels and after finding the takeout boxes, I had an idea why.
I turned and walked to the Nurse's Desk.
"Katie, have you seen Dr. Grey?" I asked, turning on the charm.
"Yes, Dr. Shepherd, I believe she stepped into the ladies room." Katie said.
"How long has she been in there?" I asked.
Katie raised an eyebrow at me.
"Forget I asked that." I said.
Katie nodded and went back to her paperwork.
I strode over to wait outside the ladies room. I waited…and waited.
What the hell was she doing in there? Growing cartilage?
"Have you taken to stalking the women's restroom?"
I closed my eyes in embarrassment and then forced a grin to grace my face.
"I am just waiting for…someone." I said.
Bailey put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrow, the expression on her face clearly stating that I divulge more information.
I stayed silent. Less is more when dealing with Bailey. Don't want to give her too much ammo to use against me.
"Spill it…whatever 'it' is." She demanded.
I opened my mouth and then closed it again.
"Now!"
I jumped and then cursed myself for showing my fear of this 4'11 inch petite woman.
She smirked.
"You know, that technically, I am your boss." I told her.
"Hmpf, you don't scare me. Now I am guessing you are waiting for the object of your affection…and your gambling." She said.
"Shhhh! You know about the bet?" I asked.
"Do you not know where you work? This is Seattle Grace, the breeding place for all things gossip, bacterial and venereal."
I closed my eyes and groaned.
"Do you care for her?"
I opened my eyes and looked down at Bailey.
"Yes."
"Then tell her and see if you two can move on." She advised.
"Do you think she will forgive me?" I asked.
"I wouldn't, but that is just me. Grey may be different, but don't hold your breath." She said.
I nodded and resumed my pose outside the restroom.
"Oh, and by the way, she isn't in there. She is in the research room."
"How long did you see me waiting here before you came over?" I asked her.
"Ten minutes. It was fun seeing you act like a whipped puppy." She said, before taking her leave.
I took a deep breath and headed to the research room. I hoped this went well.
I stopped outside the room and stared.
She was sitting before the computer, completely entranced with the information she was absorbing, her finger twisting a silken chunk of hair, biting her lip.
"I didn't know you wore glasses." I said.
She jumped and smiled slightly.
"Yeah, just for reading. How are you feeling?" She asked.
"Good as knew. Look I wanted to ask you something." I said.
"Okay."
"You didn't cook that, did you? I am only asking that because I was cleaning up that horrific mess and I found the takeout boxes…I don't care if you can cook or not. That doesn't matter to me." I assured her.
She looked down at her hands, which she was twisting in her lap.
"I'm sorry about the mess...and the plate. I can't cook. Believe me, your allergy to peanuts would have been the least of your worries if I had cooked for you." She joked weakly.
"Then, why the mess?'
She looked up at me, meeting my gaze defiantly.
"I was getting my revenge." She said.
"For what?" I asked.
She took a deep breath.
"I know about the bet."
Oh. Shit.