"I don't like you."

Meredith says, walking into the kitchen to a Perky Izzie sitting at the kitchen table, a bowl a slice of pizza from the night before in front of her. She smiles widely.

"Good morning, Sunshine."

Meredith only flinches as the morning sunlight suddenly hits her eyes.

"It's too early."

Izzie laughs.

"Meredith, it's half past noon"
"Yeah well--I didn't sleep very well…"

She grabs a glass of orange juice and flops down in the chair next to Izzie.

"…I feel like I've been sleeping on broken glass"
"I slept great. I feel rested, you know"
"Sure."

Meredith answers sarcastically, taking a sip of juice.

"I think it's going to be a nice day too. It's nice and sunny."

Meredith glares at Izzie.

"You're perky again. You're back to annoying"
"I know you don't mean that. Hangovers bring out the Cristina in you."

Izzie answers, patting Meredith's shoulder.

"Cristina would be good company right now."

The kitchen door swings open and Callie walks in.

"Morning, ladies."

She greets quietly with a smile then grabs a glass and serves herself orange juice.

"It's so nice today, isn't it?"

Izzie's eyes widen and nods enthusiastically.

"It IS. I was just telling Meredith that."

She looks over at Meredith but she just glares at her again. Callie looks at Meredith and examines her briefly.

"You okay, Meredith?"

She asks, Meredith just looks at her, frowns and shrugs.

"She's just grumpy."

Izzie answers as George walks in, grinning from ear to ear.

"Good morning!"

Meredith winces at George's loud greeting and throws a dirty napkin at him.

"Not so loud!"

George stops to register what she threw at him then continues to walk toward the counter. Callie offers him her glass and he takes it.

"It's so nice and sunny today."

He gulps down the rest of the orange juice in the glass as Meredith lets her head fall on the table in frustration. Callie and Izzie laugh. George looks up, clueless.

"What"
"Hangover."

Callie answers, moving to sit at the table.

"We should do something today."

George says.

"I'm going to the hospital."

Meredith says, standing up.

"It's your day off"
"George…it's just too much sunlight right now. I need to hide."

She exit's the kitchen, into the living room. She grabs her jacket and bag from the coat rack and opens the door. As she makes her way down the porch steps she almost falls back seeing Addison.

"Addison--hi"
"Hi."

She looks sad, and Meredith feels like crap because she knows she's to blame but then she is just mad because she's had her heart broken, her world scrambled and she still manages to look like THAT. All Meredith is suffering from is a bad hangover and she looks like--she's been sleeping in glass.

"What--are you doing here?"

Addison, looks down for a second then up but never at Meredith.

"I was wondering--if maybe I could talk to you for a minute."

She looks Meredith in the eyes for the first time and Meredith can't help but feel badly again. A few minutes of her ripping her apart was the least she could do.

"Sure. You want to come in"
"Um…no. Let's just…talk here. If that's okay."

She nods at the steps.

"Oh, yeah. Okay."

Meredith, waits for Addison to sit then follows and sits next to her. There is an uncomfortable silence before Addison clears her throat to speak. She is nervously fidgeting with her fingers.

"I'm divorced."

She says with a bitter chuckle.

"Yeah--I uh--I heard."

Addison looks at Meredith and nods.

"Oh. Right. Of course you did. I hope you're happy--you two"
"We're not together."

Addison stares, shocked but not wanting to press on.

"Oh"
"Yeah."

There is another long silence. This time Meredith breaks it.

"Addison--I--I wish I could say…there's nothing I can say to you. I know you will never--not--hate me"
"I don't hate you, Meredith. I mean, I hate you a little bit but…I hate Derek--no, I don't hate Derek either. I'm just angry with him--for lying and for not making a clean cut and I'm mad at Mark for not leaving even when he WAS gone and--I'm just angry with myself. I wanted to hold onto this--thing that I knew was slipping, and I wanted it so badly"
"Derek"
"I'm not talking about Derek. I'm talking about--the marriage in general. It's confusing when you are in love with someone and then you're not but you don't' realize it because you still care about them and--anyway. I wanted you to know that--I love Derek, but I knew he wasn't in love with me anymore and I came to terms with that--slowly and painfully but"
"It shouldn't have ended like that. I'm sorry."

Meredith says, honestly. Addison smiles, her eyes watering.

"Thank you. Well…"

She says, patting Meredith's knee briefly before standing up.

"…that was it. I'm going to go now. I'll see you later"
"Yeah."

Meredith remains sitting, watching Addison walk down the steps and out of sight.

XXXXXXXXX

Meredith lays in a hospital bed down in the pit, staring at the ceiling. The place was utterly empty. And for once, she was hating it. The one day she need to fix sick people and they decided to be careful and stay away from frying pans, roof tops and car accidents. She sighed, her legs crossed, her fingers entwined as they rested on her tummy. Suddenly a hand slapped her shoe, hard. She looks up, ready swing but stops seeing her attacker is quite a familiar face.

"Hey, Cristina"
"Where are all the sick people?"

She asks, placing a hand on her hip and furrowing her forehead.

"I don't know--"

Meredith says, shrugging.

"--it's God. God hates me today so she decided to keep everyone in a bubble the one day I need as many bloody cuts as possible. I'm about ready to cut my arm just so that I have something to stitch up"
"I know. I'm about ready to cut you too. Scoot over."

Meredith moves slightly to the right to make room for Cristina. She hops on the bed and lays next to her.

"What are you doing here, Cristina? It's your day off"
"It's yours too"
"I don't have a boyfriend. You have a boyfriend. You have a sick boyfriend at home--waiting for you--a boyfriend who likes to spend time with you and you're here. I'm just depressed and over exposed to the sun and the--flowers and the happy people in my house. What's your excuse"
"Burke likes the sun too. I'm not feeling it"
"God, what is it with the rebirth of the flower children today? George and Callie are so happy to be alive. I think it has something to do with the very loud sex they were having all night last night"
"That's karma'
"--and Izzie is back on happy Barbie mode. I know she's just going through a phase though. What comes first? Anger or denial"
"I don't know"
"Well, she's happy and…cooking, and no one is hung over today! Everyone drank last night and I'm the only one in pain"
"Yeah, we all drank beer while you on the other hand, drank half a bottle of Tequila on your own. Have you talked to McDreamy lately"
"Not since last night"
"Mere, are you sure you want to end it just like that"
"It wasn't just like that. He LIED. He had a wife then he chose her then he kissed me. He's an ass. He made me love him. He's an ass"
"Yes, you said that"
"Well, he is"
"Yes, he's an ass. So it's over"
"It's over"
"Addison came to see me today."

Cristina looks over at Meredith, shock in her eyes.

"She looked sad. She looked like she had just stepped out of a catalogue which is not fair, but she looked sad. And we talked and--she doesn't hate me. She could have easily kicked my ass and--she doesn't hate me. I hate her--I wish I hated her"
"So it's over"
"I don't know. Am I a horrible person"
"Yes, but so are all your friends."

There is a pause.

"You are not a horrible person"
"Thank you."

Cristina sighs.

"So, what do we do"
"Let's go home."

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

"So"
"So."

Addison sat across Mark at a table in a dimly lit hotel room. They begin to giggle then they both laugh aloud. Addison wipes the tears from her eyes and rests her hands on the table.

"Isn't this ridiculous? You helped me ruin my marriage and look what happened. Karma"
"Yeah."

He says, holding both her hands in his.

"Addison--I know what you're going through and I know it's not easy but I know how to wait and--I'm here. I-- I'm here, you know?"

She looks at him and smiles.

"I know. I like that you're here."

He leans forward and kisses her lightly on the lips then kisses her forehead, drawing a deep sigh from her before she kisses him back.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

"Hello?"

Meredith calls as she enters the house. She goes into the kitchen, where she spots Izzie, George and Callie chit chatting as they arrange a basket full of snacks and sandwiches. Izzie looks up and smiles.

"Hey! Great. You're here. We can take your car. It's bigger. We're going to the park. Come on"
"I don't know, Izz…"

She begins as George and Callie grab a few things and walk into the living room and out the door.

"…I don't really feel like going to the park"
"Meredith, I NEED you to come to the park with us."

Izzie says, with a slightly straighter face now.

"Izzie, come on"
"MEREDITH, I need to not remember things right now. I just--I need you to come okay? Please. I just--I can't be here right now."

Her voice begins to crack. Meredith looks at her a few seconds then nods.

"Okay. I'll go"
"Okay. Come on."

Izzie grabs the picnic basket and heads out the kitchen, Meredith calls out after her.

"Kay! Let me just make a quick phone call."

She fishes in her pocket for her cell phone and dials.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Cristina reluctantly makes her way into hers and Preston's apartment. She drops her bag on the floor, near the coat rack and moves toward the bedroom. She steps in and a smiling Preston looks up from where he is resting in their bed.

"Hey there"
"Hi."

Cristina replies, smiling back.

"You're back early. Slow day"
"Do you want to go to the park for a picnic with Izzie and them"
"Seriously"
"Yeah"
"Yeah"
"Kay"
"Okay."

She steps out of the room.

"Should we bring something?"

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

"Hey, Alex, pass the sandwiches."

Alex passes a container pull of ham sandwiches across to George over the chatter. He sits between Izzie and Cristina, who is laughing at something Callie said as she leans close to Preston who is laughing as well. Meredith is on her knees next to Izzie as she reaches across the blanket for a cookie. George pushes her with his foot and sends her toppling over Izzie's lap, causing Izzie to laugh.

"What do you have against picnic tables? Why the grass?"

Meredith says as she straightens back up.

"Tables ruin the experience."

Izzie says as Cristina looks up and spots something of interest.

"Meredith, I think someone's here for you."

Meredith follows Cristina's eyes and grins, seeing Derek standing a few feet away. A bowl of Jello in his hands. She stands up and runs over to him, stopping a couple of feet away from him.

"Hi."

He says.

"Hi. You came"
"I came. You invited me"
"I know"
"So you were serious. A picnic"
"Izzie needs it. Thanks for coming. And you brought Jello"
"I did. I didn't know what else to bring so I brought--Jello"
"Jello's good. This doesn't mean anything."

He smiles widely.

"Of course not"
"Okay. Just so you get the picture"
"Technicolor, baby. Technicolor."

She laughs.

"Come on"
"What's with the blanket."

They walk together toward the rest of the group as they all give a loud, sugar induced greeting.

FINI!

I hope u guys liked it! I didn't mean to end it so suddenly but the show started up again and...well, you know. anyway! R&R please!

xoxooxox