Chapter 11: The Dreaded Conversation and An Accident

Derek's arm was draped around Meredith's shoulders. The night was going well, or so Derek thought. Mer would talk mostly to him than anybody else that was around. Her giggle did not make an appearance, but that smile was just enough to satisfy him in the moment.

"I need another drink. Anybody want anything while I go?" Derek asked the occupants at the table.

"I'll come with you Derek; I think I'm going to need more than one drink." Aaron said, getting up from his seat as the two retreating figures made their way to the bar. Every hand in the place was holding a glass, a cup or a bottle of liquor, anything filled with alcohol.

Then there were two.

She gulped and looked down nervously, playing with the sleeve of her top, slowly sipping at her beer. She felt a presence. A presence that she remembered that she wishes she did not even recognize.

"So, it's been a while." the deep rumble spoke. It was louder than a hundred elephants trampling in the jungle. It was painful. It made her shiver more than watching The Exorcist in the dark in her lonesome apartment. "How are you, Meredith?" he asked.

She looked up meeting his eyes for the first time. He had green eyes just like hers but the difference. The difference is what lay behind the orbs. Hers held pain, happiness from Derek, comfort from Aaron, and memories that signified the good and bad that happened in her twenty-three-year-old life.

His held fault, plans. Plans that were creepy, that would make anyone want to run the other direction before getting pulled into one.

"I'm fine." she mumbled putting down her drink, turning her head as she spotted Derek chatting with Aaron.

"You are very fine." his eyes looking her up and down.

"How long has it been since-"

"Nine years." she cut in turning to look at him, coldness in her eyes as she shifted away.

Chuckling, he took a sip of his scotch, his hand landing on her thigh oblivious to her sudden tense figure.

"Way too long Mer. Way to long. Nine years and here we are. You're dating my best friend and soon you and I will be friends too. At least I hope so." he suggested.

She pushed the burning feeling of his hands off hee. "I think you know my answer."

"So, that's a yes?" he joked receiving no laugh, no smile. Nothing.

"Just stop it okay? Stop trying to act all nice and friendly." she snapped in pure anger.

"Why not? We are bound to spend a lot of time together. Derek is practically my brother, so you and I are like family." he explained, reaching over and moving a strand of hair off from her face, her glare much more easier to view now.

"Read my lips-"

"Oh, I don't think you should be attracting attention to your lips." he smirked knowing he was getting to her.

"I do not like you. I hate you and what you did, you hear me. I would like nothing better than to get into Derek's car and run you over until you were dead. You are scum, a piece of shit. I spend time thinking of ways to hurt you, I do." she whispered, pain evident in her voice as she clutched her fists next to her.

"You think about me huh?" was all he could say from her confession of pure hatred and the obvious death wish she had on him. She shook her head in disbelief not even believing what was coming out of his mouth. Eyeing her bottle of beer she would like nothing better than to smash it upon his head and watch him bleed out, shake violently on the floor.

She would love that.

"I think about you to Meri." he admitted taking a sib of the amber fluid entering his lips. "That was one night that I will always remember."

"That was a night I wish I never remembered. That was a night not even worth going through!" she spat.

"Are you really that angry at me?" he chuckled.

"Seriously?" she cried out. "Seriously! You have the balls to ask me that fucked up question. I can barely even sit next to you without wanting to slice you open. And you ask me if I'm angry at you."

"If you were really feeling it Mer, than you would have done all those things you are thinking right now." he replied, the smirk still plated on his face.

"I'm doing it for Derek." she whispered barely audible to Parker. She really was. Parker was special to Derek, and thought of him as his little brother. Never did she want to hurt him this bad, she could barely even picture what would happen if she ever told him.

"What? I can't hear you." he mocked loudly placing his hand on his ear in a dramatic gesture.

"You fucking shut up." she hissed.

"You can't tell me what to do. I can talk as loud as I want, I can do what I want, I can think what I want. This is a free country."

"Really? You can do anything? Have you ever heard of limits?" she asked in disgust.

"What's that have to do with anything?" he questioned scooting the seat closer to her as she scooted twice as far back from him. Like a lamb running away from the vicious tiger. A tiger that wanted the innocent little lamb for his own desire without even thinking about anyone else.

"Drinking. Did you not hear the word social drinking. Not drinking just to get fucking hammered like that night. Or the word NO. I'm sure your mother taught you that, what it means, because you didn't seem to understand it back then. You had no right to do that nine years ago, and to hell in the future."

"I know my boundaries, so you just shut up." he snapped, his face turning red from anger. "You really have a way with words don't you? You can talk the talk but can't walk the walk."

"Excuse me?" she whispered, totally out of what he meant.

"Little Miss Strong Ass. Just cut the bullshit and go back to your meek and scared act you were putting on."

"Act?"

"It was really endearing really, the way he held your hand like that and kissed you so soundly. It was as if I was watching a real life Hallmark card." he mocked.

"I have no idea why someone like Derek would ever be friends with you."

"I have no idea why someone like him, with so much class and talent would even touch you." he shot back.

"Oh, is that what you think?" she asked.

"That's what I think." he replied taping his head.

"So, in your definition you are someone with no class and is just full of bullshit then."

"Why is that Meri?" the last word leaving his lips sounding more of a tease than anything else.

"You seemed to have loved touching me." she replied.

"Maybe I did." he murmured eyeing her cleavage. "Maybe I did."

She quickly noticed where his eyes were settling covering her chest with her hand and turning away from him in disgust. Partially afraid, although she would not let it show.

Not in front of him. She wouldn't.

"We're back." she sighed happily hearing Derek's voice come into tune.

"Yeah, the line over there was a bitch." Aaron spoke, Parker removing himself from the seat next to her so that her best friend could unknowingly save her from the monster.

The smirk never left his face.

"I think I need some more scotch." he announced to the table before heading off.

It was all because of the scotch...

"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!" Aaron cried, holding the wrist of his hand as he saw blood ooze out of. This time it wasn't Meredith and her handle on a razor, it was the broken glass of his beer bottle slicing his hand open.

Derek ran quickly next to him, stopping the flow of the blood as others watched in shock. Nearly half occupants at the Emerald City bar had a medical degree but they all stood there in shock.

"Aaron, hold still or you'll bleed out." Derek ordered.

"God, fucking bullshit! This hurts like hell!" he yelled as he sat down on a chair that was pushed to him, Meredith coming up to him and rubbing his back in support, trying to calm him down.

It was throbbing and the cloth that he was applying pressure on was soaked red, as if it had been dyed the color.

"The wound is pretty big. We need to bring you to the hospital to give you a shot."

"A shot?" he cried out. "Damn it."

"And maybe a few stitches." Derek replied surveying the large gash. "Okay, get up. Seattle Grace is just across the street. Everything will be fine man." he reassured him, pulling Meredith to his side.

"Poor Aaron." Meredith whispered rubbing his back, blocking Parkers view as he was still seated at the table near the corner of the bar.

"Yeah. So here are my car keys." he said handing them to her. "You head home. It will probably take a while to get him checked out." he stated.

"Wh...what? I want to come with you guys."

"No Mer. Go home, I think maybe Snickers needs his dinner and so do you. I'll call you when were done."

"But I don't understand. You're an attending, it will probably be faster than you realize. I want to tag along." she begged hoping that Parker did not hear their discussion.

"Mer." he sighed. "Your best friend is bleeding. Not just a trickle of blood but nearly by the pint. Please, for me just head home." he pleaded, wide eyes working on her.

"Fine." she sighed.

"Thank you."