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Lost & Found
Meredith Grey isn't the only one who lost her panties the night of the hospital prom. This is the story of when Derek Shepherd finds Addison Montgomery's panties in Meredith's prom dress.
Chapter 8: Before (4)
ADDISON
"Hey, Addison, I'm-" Meredith starts to apologize to me, and then she stops herself when Derek starts looking at her.
He's looking at her again. I figured that's why she left with him in the first place. Derek gets that soft-eye look when he looks at someone and it tends to seduce people.
Even Meredith Grey. Especially Meredith Grey. I wish my eyes could seduce her like that.
Wait, what?
Fuck.
"Would you like to dance?" Finn breaks the tension and offers his hand out to Meredith.
"Would you like to dance?" Derek dutifully offers his hand out to me.
I glare at Derek, I stare him down, because who the hell offers his wife to dance with her after he's just finished cheating on her with his ex-mistress-girlfriend/now-mistress-all-over-again.
"Umm, I'm not sure if I'm up for more dancing," Meredith shrugs awkwardly at Finn and reddens as she looks completely guilty as hell.
I can tell that Meredith feels sorry for Finn, the same way that I do- because Finn is a good guy who's gotten caught in the crossfire of mine and Derek and Meredith's love-triangle. Wait, but Addison Mark in that makes it a square or a pentagon or maybe a tetrahedron?
I have no idea about that because I barely passed calculus much less geometry…
I don't generally advertise that, either, to anyone because no one wants a doctor who's sort-of-shit at math even if there's no math like that to surgery a computer can't fix.
People think I'm smart but I'm not smart at everything and I guess I suck at math and also relationships.
Or maybe it's Derek who sucks at relationships and I just picked a dud.
Or actually, I'm the dud, because I cheated on him first with Mark, anyway.
"I'm not really up for more dancing, either, right now," I say because I'm not and I just need to get out of here for a second.
Derek is staring at Meredith in a lustful way and Finn is staring at me in a pitying way and I can't stand either of those things right now.
Meredith starts running away again and I end up following.
I realize I'm basically chasing her and I'm no better than my husband for this but I don't care right now.
I can hear Derek and Finn chuckling at us in an amusing way and I hate that even more as if they're trivializing us and it's so annoying and Finn has new plans apparently, just ones that don't involve Meredith, which is probably for the best (or I say that selfishly?).
Finn makes a joke about Meredith and I running off to have 'an adventure together,' and Derek takes it sexually and responds about that.
"My wife's not gay," Derek shrugs. If only he knew the truth about me.
"My girlfriend's not either," Finn shrugs back at Derek. Finn probably knows the truth about her.
Eventually, I can't hear their whisperings anymore because we're too far past prom for all that.
"Meredith," I say, nearly sobbing in pain once we're quite far down the hallway.
Meredith doesn't turn around though, not for a while, until she does.
"Addison, I'm so sorry, I really am," Meredith apologizes profusely.
"I-" I start but I have nothing coherent to say to her.
"Addison, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Or Finn," says Meredith.
She doesn't say, Derek.
"Ah-" I really can't get it together to talk to her.
"It was a bad decision. I regret it. Believe me," Meredith sighs.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I apologize because I don't like to see her in pain like this.
"You have nothing to be sorry for," says Meredith.
"Mark, I guess?" I rationalize.
"I didn't even know you or even about you, or Mark, back then," says Meredith.
"Right. I didn't know about me when you met Derek, so I guess I forgive you for that part," I say.
"Is Mark a good guy?" Asks Meredith suddenly.
"Umm-" I have no idea how to answer that question.
"Oh, you don't have to answer that," says Meredith politely.
It's a bit in the same way Finn didn't push me to answer his questions.
I'm not sure where the Finn-Meredith-comparisons started here.
"Do you want to get out of here?" Meredith asks me.
"What?" I ask because I'm not sure what she's asking here.
"Do you want to leave this stupid-ass-prom?" Meredith offers you.
"Oh, yeah, kinda," I say because I really do. I'm tired of looking at my adulterous whore of a husband. I'm tired of feeling sorry for Finn. I just want to not be around them right now and I secretly want to get closer to Meredith.
I should hate her for being the woman who's been screwing my husband - AGAIN!? But I don't.
And she's talking all gentle to me and it makes me feel okay and I have not felt okay since long before leaving New York for Seattle.
"Oh, where do you want to go?" Meredith asks awkwardly, realizing she has no idea.
You realize it's probably rude to invite yourself over to her house but it would be slutty of you to take her back to your hotel room and you're not going back to Derek's trailer…
"Do you want to go over to Cristina's? I have her spare key and she's here because Burke got shot. I'm sure she won't mind, she basically lives at my house anyway, and I basically live at her's sometimes, and I even have my own (sort-of) room there," says Meredith.
"Oh, are you sure?" I say because I don't want her best friend to hate her. Or me. Cristina is scary.
(Not that I'd ever admit that, me being her boss and all, but she is!)
"I'm sure. Are you?" Meredith asks me.
See, this is the shit that gets me into trouble with her because the way she's looking at me now, it's like I'm someone special. And she makes me feel special.
And it worked on my husband and it's working on me now.
And I don't know what that makes me but it makes her look beautiful and I'm just so tired tonight.
"Yeah, I'm sure, th-thanks Meredith," I say softly.
"Come on, then," Meredith offers.
And I say yes to her offer to finally ditch the hospital prom (together with Meredith Grey!?).
****** END OF CHAPTER 6
Author's Note:
Thanks for following along with this semi-slow burn about their semi-formal and semi-slow dances.
Okay, now I need to stop saying 'semi,'.
Take care and see you all in the comments!
bobbiejelly
Feel free to check out these while you wait for more of this story:
Falling Apart, Barely Breathing
Soothe
Second Person (The Diary of Addison Montgomery)
See you soon in the comments,
bobbiejelly