Title: Sound And Fury
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.
Author's Note: Ok. Our first Grey's Anatomy fic. Set after Derek picks Addison and Meredith sleeps with George. Review. No matter how you feel about it, review. Chapters will get longer. Song is by Jack's Mannequin.
Skin new, hands true,
My hands all over you,
So what's another night,
The seat's rolled back,
We can't see through.
The rain's the rain.
And some air'd be good.
It was raining on Seattle. What else was new? But this time, it wasn't a cold or bitter rain. It was a warmer, steamier rain. It complimented the exceptionally warm spring they were having. It complimented to exceptionally tense atmosphere inside the Seattle Grace Hospital. It was a rain that tugged at you, made you feel something, made you feel something a little crazy.
The cynics say it's nothing but water. But sometimes, even the most cynical people can be surprised. Maybe your life can be turned upside down. And maybe you are utterly powerless to stop it. Outside, it was raining on Manhattan. Inside, Meredith rested her head on the wall of her apartment, and thought over the events of the day.
It was the first day since she'd been back to work that Derek had spoken to her, and even then it was only to ask for another surgical tool. She'd gone into surgery with him that day.
Run of the mill car crash that died. On the table. Right in front of them. It shouldn't have been a crisis. They were doctors, and people died in front of them all the time.
Dawn, the girl in the car, was six years old. Her mom, who had escaped unscathed, was convinced she would make it.
She hadn't.
Now, in her empty apartment, with Izzie out somewhere, and George at Callie's, that all seemed so long ago. When they came out of surgery, Derek had been harsh and snappy with her, and then he refused to say anything at all.
Now, left with nothing but the knowledge he saved her life, but could barely bring himself to speak with her, she just felt guilty, and hurt. Still in her scrubs, she left her apartment, and set out in the rain. Her walk turned into a run, and she had no idea how long she was gone.
When she got back home, he was there. He said nothing, just stared at her, while the rain pounded the concrete around them. When they reached her door, she fumbled with the key, but he still said nothing.
She let them both inside. They stood awkwardly in the living room, both of them dripping all over the floor, but still they said nothing. Their eyes met, and his pierced hers, and she felt a little bit like she might be the one drowning this time.
Meredith didn't know what to do. For once in her life, she had nothing to say. Until he spoke for both of them.
"Mere." He choked out. His voice sounded like he was. Broken. Or just too full of everything not to be wrecked.
She wanted to know why. Why this was about to happen. Why now, after he had taken so much care to put so much space between them. Why he had chosen to break down now, and take every inch of room away.
Maybe it was because of the girl that died, or because she got shot six weeks ago, or maybe that was just the tip of the iceberg. Maybe it was because they spent every day walking around like they were happy, and they just couldn't fight it anymore.
Or maybe it was just because Derek's marriage, and his stability and his control were crumbling.
The fact that Addison Shepherd was in a rehab wing of the hospital learning how to walk again, and that he was married to her topped the list of reasons why they shouldn't. There was one reason ringing in her mind as to why they should. She loved him.
But it wasn't the only reason. She loved him now, and had, practically since day one. But now he needed her. He was lost and broken, and in front of her in pieces, and she wanted to be the one who put him back together.
"Meredith." He whispered. "I need you."
And with those words, she was out of reasons not to. Her heart shattered at his last words, and she didn't feel such an intense need to protect it anymore. He was broken, so was she. They had smashed each other.
She kised him. She was soaked, shaking and scared, but she kissed him, and he kissed back. She couldn't seem to remember that the last time they did this, it nearly killed her, or that he was married, or anything that mattered.
They kissed their way into her bedroom, where Meredith threw away her coveted control over her own heart, and Derek gave in to the feelings that had been eating away at him for months.
He pulled her soaking wet scrubs over her head, and she reached for the zipper on his jeans. Before long, they had thrown away their supressed feelings and their rationale.
They had become little more than bare skin and tangled bed sheets.
And it was raining on Seattle.