completely raw... Sarah, Rissa .. I heart you!
.6.
Its One Of Those Days
Addison closed the medicine cabinet and cringed at the sight in front
of her. A slight bruise was forming over her cheek. Derek was going to
pay for that. With a towel in one hand, Addison stormed from the
bathroom to the front to the trailer.
She could hear Derek snoring out on the porch. With flourish all of her
own, Addison swung the door open, knocking Derek in the back.
"What the-! Addison!" Derek shouted. Pain seared up his back.
Addison looked at him with an overflow of satisfaction.
"Get dressed. I have to be in by 8."
"My head," Derek complained. He rolled on to his side and pushed
himself up. It had to be at least 6:30 in the morning. A need to vomit
slammed against him. Derek jumped up and rushed into the bathroom.
Addison rolled her eyes and continued to get ready while Derek threw
up. She moved into the kitchen to cook up a tar like hang over cure.
Addison pushed open the door of the bathroom. Derek was kneeling in
front of the toilet.
"What happened to your face?" Derek asked alarmed. He held no memory
of the previous night.
"You hit me, Derek."
Derek looked at her horrified. "I would never--." A blurry flashback
entered his mind.
"Mark wasn't a fling. He wasn't an affair. We loved each other. He
loves me. He is in love with me. He flew out here to tell me that. He
offered me the whole world and I told him no! Mark was my Meredith
Grey!"
In an outer body experience, Derek watched himself slap Addison across
the face. Addison had stepped away from him, stunned. She looked like
she was about to cry. Derek stumbled over the porch in a drunken
conversation with himself.
"Mark is no way like Meredith! Don't ever compare what you had with
Mark to what I have with Meredith! I love her!"
Addison held on to her face and hurried into the trailer locking Derek
out.
Derek didn't seem to mind. He simply curled up in a chair on the porch
and rambled on.
Derek felt another bout of nausea coming on. He gripped the toilet
tighter and hurled.
Addison set the hang over drink on the counter top and walked out.
"Be ready to go in 20 minutes."
Cristina woke up in her overly large bed. She rolled on to Burke's side
and cuddled into his pillow. She pondered if she should take it to him.
The alarm next to her began to blare. She would have to be at the
hospital early. She was taking a long lunch to pick up the Burke family
from the airport. She was dreading it. Cristina dragged herself from
bed and to the shower.
All though it was difficult for her to admit, she missed Burke's anal
ways around the apartment. She would have to clean before she left. She
was sure he would have a heart attack if his glasses were out of place. Or worse, there was a towel on the floor.
Cristina smirked to herself and tossed a towel on the floor. She'd pick it up later.
Derek kept casting glances at Addison as she drove to the hospital. She hadn't said anything to him all morning. He was amazed at the amount of make up Addison used to cover her bruise. Her bruise. The bruise HE gave her.
"Addi-."
"Don't," She snipped.
Derek looked down at his hands. "I'm sorry. I would nev--."
"You said you would never do many things. I don't want to talk about it, Derek. I want to get to the hospital, perform my surgeries and look for a new place to live."
"A new place? Addi-."
"Derek, I don't even want to look at you right now. I am looking for a new place."
Derek's gaze returned to his hands. He was so disgusted with himself.
"I'm sorry."
"I know."
Meredith pulled herself out of Izzie's bed and looked down at her friend. Izzie had spent the entire night sobbing. Meredith reached down and pulled the covers around her sleeping roommate.
"You're going to be okay, Izzie," she whispered. Meredith tip toed from the room. She smiled at George as they passed in the doorway to the bathroom.
"How is she?"
"She's sleeping. She cried her eyes out, but Izzie's strong. She'll be okay."
George nodded and went into his room.
Meredith sighed and closed the bathroom door. She stepped in front of the sink and looked in the mirror.
To say she looked like hell, would be an understatement. She pondered what happened to her brush. With a toothbrush in one hand, she turned on the shower and proceeded to get ready for her day.
Meredith emerged from her bedroom forty- five minutes later. After a well deserved 20 minute shower, Meredith took the time to put more effort into her appearance. She had brushed her hair to fall in soft waves around her face. She had even put on a bit of make up. Hey, she might as well looked presentable if she had a 16 hour day ahead of her.
As she walked down the hall, she peaked in on Izzie again.
The exhausted women slept soundly away.
She expected to find George in the kitchen. Instead, she found Finn, with an apron on his hips and a smile on his face.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm making you breakfast and you ask what am I doing here?" Finn teased.
Meredith sauntered over and placed a gentle kiss on Finn's smirking lips.
"Making me breakfast, eh?"
"Well, you, Izzie, and George. George stepped outside to get the muffins I left in the truck."
"Muffins? You bought me muffins?"
"I baked you muffins."
"Are you gay?"
Finn let out a hearty laughed. "I had to do something when you were out saving human lives."
"Hey, Mer! I like him better than tattooed ass guy. These muffins are really good," George called out. He walked in the kitchen with peach muffin in his mouth.
"Those were for Izzie," Finn commented.
"My bad," George replied. He continued to happily munch on the muffin.
"Tattooed Ass guy?" Finn added seconds later.
Meredith looked at him with a weird quirk on her lips. "It was before the knitting. Don't ask. Dark, dark place."
"You know I have a tattoo…."
Addison moved swiftly in front of Derek. Her head was held high. Her manolo pumps tapped loudly against the linoleum.
Derek followed her into the elevator. They stood in silence.
"I am off at 7. If you are not, take a cab. I will be staying in town tonight."
With that said, Addison walked off the elevator and away from Derek.
