A/N : Sorry that this update came later than usual. I was kinda out of inspiration, seriously. lol. And future updates will take slightly longer because I'm babysitting my cousin the whole of next week.
Anyway, the following will be happening about 3 months after the day in the previous chapter. Enjoy!
Meredith looked up with a smile as the door swung open, inviting the familiar tangy fragrance into her nose. "Hey." she greeted sweetly as the woman sat down on the chair opposite herself. Meredith had wore a white, lacy blouse with a knee-length demin skirt and soft-brown boots, and Addison had a red, off-shoulder, long-sleeved top on with a pair of faded blue jeans and black stiletos.
"Hey." Addison greeted with a grin as she settled down opposite Meredith, flipping her curled red hair behind her shoulders. "Sorry I'm late." she apologised, handing her dark brown coat to the waiter who approached them. He took it and slipped it over the chair Addison was sitting on and whipped out a menu pad.
"Give us a minute." Meredith told him, then turned back with a dreamy smile to Addison. "It's ok. 5 minutes. I'll make sure I'll be 3 minutes late next time to even it out."
"2. You were late 3 minutes the other day." Addison reminded her.
"Well, 2 minutes and a few seconds on your watch doesn't count as 3 minutes." Meredith argued, leaning back to flip open the menu booklet. "What excuse did you give Derek this time?"
"I told him that I'm meeting a friend." Addison said, her eyes scanning the booklet.
"I got lucky. All I need is to tell them I've got a hot date." Meredith teased. "He didn't ask who?"
"Nope. Not exactly." She said.
"Not exactly?" Meredith pushed on, flipping a page over.
"Mmm-hmm. What are you getting?" Addison asked, changing the topic.
"I'm thinking...pasta." Meredith mumbled.
"Copycat." she said, the both of them looked up to each other with a grin.
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"Is yours any good?" Addison asked, shoving a forkful of pasta into her mouth as elegantly as possible. Meredith nodded, her mouth chomping down on the pasta filled up in it. She swallowed, taking a sip from her wine glass and licked her lips briefly.
"Exchange again?" she asked. It has been a routine of them exchanging the food they've ordered whenever they are out for meals. Addison shrugged and took a sip from the icewater the restaurant provides to ever customer. She lifted the plate slightly, ready to exchange it with Meredith's when the blonde stop her. Addison looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.
"What?"
"We could exchange seats instead." she suggested innocently.
"Are you out of your mind?" Addison asked flatly, allowing the plate to be placed fully on the table again.
"No, seriously. I hate to have the view of the entrance. It's distracting." she said, then continued on quickly as Addison started to open her mouth to interupt. "And you were late, so I had to sit here in order to see when you arrive without turning my head to check each time"
"And you want the view of a mesh of trees."
At that description, Meredith turned her head back for a brief moment, then looked back to Addison with a nod. "You're right. Too creepy. Switching the plates would do."
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"It's weird, don't you think?" Izzie blurted out suddenly. Alex turned to her expectantly as they strolled down the trail of the park under the stars.
"What's weird?" he asked, his arms swing back and forth as fingers on one of his hands interlocked with Izzie's. The blonde gave a shrug. "I mean, we've known each other for so long, we know who each other's dating. Like Cristina is with Burke, George's with Dr. Torres and we're together." she explained, turning to face Alex. "It's been 3 months, we all know Meredith has dates, and tonight, she as a hot date, definitely with the same person she's been dating for the past 3 months, but--" she took paused, taking in a breathe. "How can we not know who she's dating when we figured out about her and McDreamy only after a month they're together?"
Alex let out a dry laugh, pulling Izzie to him as his arms found themselves around her waist. "Hey, I don't care who she's dating, but on the bright side, she's happy. We don't gotta hear her whine day in day out." he pointed out. Izzie backhanded him in his arm but did not struggle free from his embrace.
"Who do you think she's dating? Someone from the hospital?" Izzie wondered out loud, her eyes shifting to Alex's hoping that he may come up with something that would be logical to the situation. Instead, Alex's shrugged.
"If it's someone from the hospital, I'd bet it's McHot. She's been wanting in to her surgeries like nobody's business. Each time Bailey mentions "Dr. Montgomery Shepherd needs a hand", Meredith's hand shoots up faster than a rocket even before the sentence finishes." he said, laughing. When he looked back into his girlfriend's eyes, there was firmness in them, and something else unreadable.
"What?" he asked innocently, his eyes shifting back and forth, trying to read her mind.
"You call Addison 'McHot'?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yea, she's hot." he admitted. Izzie wrapped her arms around his neck, attempting to keep a straight face and stop herself from giggling. "Oh yea? Then what am I?" she challenged, raising an eyebrow.
"Hmm...that'd be difficult." he said, his eyes shifting away in pretendance to think over the question. Izzie smacked him once again playfully as Alex dip her backwards and planted a kiss on her lips.
"I think you'd be McSpicey." he whispered playfully as they pulled away.
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"So..." Meredith started after a short moment of silence between then, poking away at the pasta that Addison ordered. "How's the house coming along?" she asked. Addison looked up to her with a shrug.
"It looks half done. A little more than half done, actually." She said, swallowing the food in her mouth. "So if they are consistent, everything will be done by the next 3 months--hopefully." she explained.
"I still can't believe you didn't tell me you are getting rid of the trailer." Meredith brought up. "I had to find out from overhearing the conversation while I was under the table." she teased.
At that, Addison rolled her eyes. "C'mon, Mere. How long have I known you then? I don't even know if we're considered 'together', you know. Plus, it was our first, secret lunch date!"
Meredith raised an eyebrow at her, peeking up. "Oh, so if you put it that way, we should be considered 'together' now. So technically, you're having an affair." she said, almost like an attempt to piss Addison off. But instead, Addison looked up at her with a smile, delivering more food into her mouth.
"Technically, yea. I'm having an affair."
Meredith's teasing smile turned into a grin. "You know, for a second, I was afraid you were going to attack me with food." she admitted, taking a sip from her wine that had been recently refilled by a by-passing waiter.
"I was. Thank this restaurant for being posh. I'm still a Manhattan girl, you know."
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"Where are you going?" Izzie peeked out from the kitchen as Meredith headed out towards the door. She frozen, turning around with a smile on her face, lifting up the bag in her hands. "Breakfast date!" she called out, turning around in hope to escape. But Izzie came jogging towards her.
"Breakfast date? With who?" the taller blonde pushed on. "The same hot date?"
"Maybe." Meredith said, turning the knob to the door panel. Izzie pushed her body against the door and eyed Meredith.
"Why are you being so secretive? Do we know this guy?" But Meredith only smiled, pushing Izzie out of the way.
"I'm late."
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Dog padded around the red and white checkered mat, barking playfully at the butterflies and sweeping his paws at them trying to catch them.
"I still can't believe you brought breakfast food!" Addison exclaimed, chewing on a piece of bacon.
"You're Manhattan girl, you don't have breakfast food for breakfast, what do you have?" Meredith asked, taking a sip from the hot coffee poured out into a cup from a flask as she leaned against the trunk of the tree behind her. They had decided to meet an hour earlier to have a breakfast picnic under the tree, shaded from the warm, morning sun.
"Nothing." she admitted. "Alright, sometimes we do have breakfast food. But can you believe Derek? He goes fishing for trouts early in the morning and bring it home for breakfast. Trouts!" she complained, shaking her head.
Meredith laughed, poking at a clump of scrambled eggs and shoving them into her mouth. Addison took a sip of her coffee and suddenly, a sly grin spread across her face. Meredith looked to her with a frown. "What?" she asked, poking at a sausage with her fork.
"Nothing." Addison said, the grin still on her face. Then, without warning, she picked up a slice of bacon and flung it towards Meredith. She shrieked, ducking as the piece of food came flying at her. It missed her completely and landed on the grassy land. Dog, who had been paddling around them, headed up eagerly and savoured the piece of meat. Knowing that the coast is clear, Meredith looked up with a glare.
"We're not in a posh restaurant now." Addison pointed out. Meredith reached out and slapped Addison in her arm playfully. "You have a bad aiming though. Very, very bad." she said. Then Addison shrugged, dipping another slice of bacon in mayonaise innocently. And before Meredith knew it, it came flying straight into her face, smacking straight into her right cheek.
"Addison!" she yelled, grabbing a piece of napkin and wiping the food and sauce off her face. The redhead threw her head back with laughter. "The first piece was meant for Doc." she said between the laughs, now lying face up on the mat.
"Oh you're soooo dead." Meredith warned, throwing the dirty napkin straight into Addison's face.
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Izzie whipped her hair into a bun above her head, frowning as she did so. "Do you think it's the same guy?" she asked. George turned around to her, putting his coat on.
"I don't know." he said. "And frankly, I don't really care."
"Who do you think it is, George? We work here all day long, we hardly have a life, it's gotta be someone from the hospital, right?" Izzie pushed on. "Meredith was out on a breakfast date this morning. With actual, breakfast food." she pointed out.
George turned to her squarely, eyeing her for a second. "Which part of 'I don't care' don't you get? I'm with Callie now. I shouldn't be caring about Meredith." he said, slamming his locker shut. Izzie rolled her eyes and pulled out her coat.
"Why do I think you're so not over her?" she asked, adjusting her coat and shutting her locker.
"I'm over her. I'm so over her you don't even know it." George insisted.
"Whatever." Izzie muttered.
Alex crossed over the bench and gave Izzie a peck on her cheeks from behind, causing her to let out a surprised yelp.
"You know, George, if you are not over Meredith, you have to tell Dr. Torres that." Cristina said, joining them as she sat down on the bench, one leg on each side. She bit into the energy bar and chewed on it thoughtfully. George turned around and stared at each one of them.
"Why does everyone think I'm not over Meredith?"
"Meredith!" Izzie greeted, a smile on her face as she saw her room mate walk in, peeling off her coat and putting on her scrubs faster than she had ever seen.
Ignoring them, Meredith put on her coat and pushed her bag into the locker, closing it with her elbow as she combed her hair up into a ponytail with her fingers.
"How did the date go?" Izzie asked.
"You have a date? That early in the morning?" Cristina asked. "I'd rather sleep."
Meredith turned around, realising that the four of them are looking at her expectantly, even George. "Uhh...it went well." she smiled.
"Huh." Izzie said, her gaze diverted to Alex behind her.
"Very convincing, Grey." Alex laughed.
Then, it was the familiar voice of their resident as she walked into the locker room. "Assignments!" she announced, the interns scrambled up to their feet.
"Dr. Burke needs a hand." she said, three hands shot up. "O'Malley." she instructed, then looking back to the file on her hands. "Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd--" she started, but Meredith's hand was already high up in the air. Miranda frowned, looking Meredith up and down as the other three interns turned to her oddly.
"Alright, Grey, you're on it." she said, shaking her head. "Three of you, to the ER. It's pretty packed today, make yourselves useful there."
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"I told you." Alex said as the three of them headed towards the Emergency Room.
"Told her what?" Cristina asked, turning around to face the both of them briefly. Izzie shook her head, now walking on the other side of Cristina, placing the asian girl between herself and Alex.
"He suspects that Meredith has a thing for Addison." she said.
"Seriously?" Cristina asked, turning to Alex. The man shrugged.
"I suspect she's dating Montgomery-Shepherd." he corrected. Cristina stopped for a moment, looking to him to check if he was really serious. "Noo.." she laughed, shaking her head as they continued to the ER.
"I'm serious." Alex insisted. "She's been so willing to be on every single of Montgomery-Shepherd's case"
"That doesn't mean anything." Izzie cut him off, rolling her eyes.
"Did Meredith tell you anything?" she asked, turning to Cristina.
"No." she answered as they entered the ER. "I just assume that each date she's on is a different guy."
The sounds of sirens filled the room.
"Male, 43. Car accident, possible head trauma..."
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"Hey!" Addison greeted Meredith from behind this time, startling the blonde intern. She jumped, slightly, then turning around to face the attending.
"Hey, hi!" she said, a smile spread across her face.
"Did I scare you?" she asked, their eyes barely meeting as the both of them stood side by side, studying the file of one of their patients. "Well, yea. Kinda." she admitted. "I'm just not used to you greeting me down the hallway in the hospital, you know." Addison shut her file and threw Meredith a smile. "Get used to it, Dr. Grey." she said, and made her way to the patient's room, expecting Meredith to follow.
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"Where's Meredith?" Izzie asked as she slided into the chair with Alex and Cristina. George sat by the table not far away from them, sharing a laugh with his girlfriend, Callie Torres.
"Somewhere." Alex said, tucking his chair under his legs as he pull open the plastic cover of his lunch box.
"You guys realised that she haven't had lunch with us since... forever, right?"
Alex looked up to her with a raised eyebrow, Cristina had her head buried in a book. "Don't you guys care? I mean, this person she's dating has got to be from the hospital, right?" Izzie rambled on, crunching on a corn chip.
"Seriously, Izzie." Cristina said, shaking her head.
"I'm telling you, it's McHot." Alex shrugged.
Izzie shook her head and swallowed a gulp from her bottled water.
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Addison threw her head back with a laugh. Meredith leaned in and smacked her on her thigh.
"Shush!" she hissed, looking around to check if anyone were to walk in on them, then once again, she, who probably would be the faster of the two considering she's wearing scrubs and sneakers, will have to dodge under one of the gurneys and make Addison look like a lunatic laughing to herself.
"Ow!" Addison protested, rubbing tenderly at the sore spot Meredith hitted. "What was that for?" she frowned, biting into her sandwich.
"Someone might hear you!" Meredith warned. "The last time you stood on the opposite side from the catwalk and laughed, Derek heard it." she pointed out, chewing the sandwich. That shut Addison up, she chewed on her food silently and the both of them sat in silence for a brief moment.
Meredith looked up first, swallowing. "When are you going to tell Derek?" she asked, taking another bite from the sandwich. Addison winced at the question, picking at the bread. Finally, she sighed, giving in to Meredith's constant gaze.
"I don't know." She admitted. "I..I really don't."
"Addie, I know 11 years of something is hard to forget. I'm not expecting you to... I'm just--"
"19 years." Addison corrected. "19 years of something. We dated, got engaged, and then got married. Then we got busy and..." she sighed, deciding it's best not to go on.
"Ok, 19 years of something." Meredith corrected herself. "I'm not expecting you to leave him in just a blink of an eye, I'm just... I just want you to make a decision...someday..soon." she said, finishing the rest of her sandwich. Addison bit her lower lip and looked away.
"Yea. I know." she said softly. Meredith jumped off the gurney and made her way to in front of Addison's gaze.
"Hey." she whispered, searching to meet the attending's gaze. Addison diverted her gazeto the groundfor a moment before looking up to Meredith with a smile. Then it was like a magical moment, their gaze-locking caused Meredith to reach up, pulling Addison down for a kiss. She gave in, letting her eyes closed as she felt Meredith's mouth on hers, their lips working around each other as the kiss deepens.
Meredith groped around the gurney, pushing herself up onto it as they continued. Not long after, Addison was lying down on the gurney with Meredith's body propped up above her, the young intern's blonde hair merged with her own fiery red ones. She dropped the remains of the sandwich to the ground, the hand pushing a lock of hair away from Meredith's face as they stopped to look at each other lovingly for a moment. Then Addison shifted sideways allowingMeredith to lowerherself down onto the gurney, their lips met again as they laid beside each other. But that magical moment was broken with a voice that came unexpectedly.
"Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on?"
A/N : Who found out? Guess, guess! Hehehehe (Ok, it's not a very difficult guess...)