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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 9: After (5)


MEREDITH

It's really fucking cold outside.

I realize this as I send Derek away.

He was at my house where he found my dress with her panties in them.

His wife's panties in them. Soon to be ex-wife. Or ex-wife. Who the fuck knows. They're over. We're over. Derek's just got double-dumped.

Well, it serves him right for double-dipping between us.

And by 'us,' I mean Addison and I.

And before someone goes and calls me a hypocrite here because I also very recently double-dipped between Derek and Addison-

Well, actually I'm just a hypocrite- end of the story.

And I'm double-dumped also because I just left Derek and I didn't try to leave her, but Addison didn't want me as her girlfriend after what happened at the hospital prom, so now I'm just double-lonely here and I can't call Finn either because he already knows.

I sit in my empty-of-both-and-either-Doctor-Shepherd's-house wishing something would happen and then I wish I hadn't wished that something would happen because something happened and it was really shit.

Denny Duquette died, apparently, and I was too busy screwing the She-Shepherd to have noticed it and I remember it again now because Izzie's been baking muffins non-stop

So my house isn't empty of just anyone.

Actually, it's full of practically everyone.

The only people who are NOT here are Derek Shepherd (because he just left), Preston Burke (he got shot so he lives at Seattle Grace as a patient, now), Richard Webber (because he doesn't come over often anymore and hasn't since I was a child), Miranda Bailey (because she hasn't been here since the party where she caught Derek and I having sex in a car and blocking her into my driveway)...

And also Addison.

Whose absence I feel deep in my bones.

I really fucking miss her.

Even more than our super-dead-mutual-dog-Doc.

Out of everyone who's not here, I miss her the most, and she's never set foot in this house before anyway.

I realize this and it's strange to me because every other surgeon I know from Seattle Grace has been to this house except her.

'I should have her over for dinner,' I think to myself.

Then I shake my head at the thought because she turned me down so I can't invite her over for dinner.

Not that I'd want to host a dinner party anyway.

That would be probably a really bad idea, somehow. I don't know why but it would be…

Instead of dwelling on and on I head into the kitchen downstairs and try to entertain the company.

Before I do though, I go and re-hide Addison's panties in my dress.

I don't know where to put them otherwise. I've washed them already of course. I'm not weird or gross like that.

It's just I have no real place to put my- what- ex-mistress(s)'s forgotten clothing…

I realize that she's my mistress but I was her husband's mistress and also her's?

Sometimes I think I need to stop thinking about labels.

It just gets too confusing.

Labels are stupid.

Once everyone finds out about this, and of course, eventually, they will…

Everyone will stop calling me the 'adulterous whore,' and Addison the 'satanic slut,' and probably end up going with something like 'the co-dirty-lesbian-devilish-mistresses,' or something pornographic like that and it's so not as hot as it sounds because it's not even happening presently, it's all in the past, and I can't stop myself from reliving it over and over…

I go down to the kitchen now, to clear my head from this mess.

On the way, I pass Izzie Stevens, who is still locked in her room now.

At least she's not locked in my bathroom anymore.

That was so much worse because she was in a pink dress and she was crying all over it and she had to be carried everywhere by Alex Karev.

Callie's in my kitchen cooking something that smells good like tacos but it's in a different shape than tacos because she knows serious cooking and it's good because otherwise we'd all starve to death or die of lack of nutrients because all Izzie's been making is muffins and she's the one who usually cooks dinner.

Cristina's with Burke and I thought she was here but she isn't.

I wish I could talk to her about all this because I talked to her the first time I lost my panties and I need to talk to her about the first time Derek found hers in my closet.

But Cristina's in surgery now, and so is Alex, and so I'm in the kitchen with Callie now and I don't know where George is and I have no idea what to say.

"Where's George?" I end up saying, because it's the only thing that seems not-stupid to say.

"George is checking on his dad and his brother's because it wasn't too long ago one of them got shot in the ass," says Callie.

Right. Thanksgiving. More bullets…

"Cool," I say because there's nothing to say.

"I'm sorry about Denny," says Callie.

"Umm, thanks," I say because she's already said that like twelve times but it doesn't make it any less relevant even if it was Izzie who really cared for him (well, I mean, he was her fiance so I kind of get that).

Not that I'm apparently one to preach to about the sanctity of marriage seeing as I just double-decker-homewreckered the Doctor Shepherd's last week.

Oops.

"How's McDreamy?" Callie asks me because she must not have heard me dumping him from downstairs.

"I left him. Or he left me. Either way, we're over, we're so over… Also, he's leaving Addison," I say and try not to say her name in a weird way that would make Callie notice it.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Meredith," says Callie genuinely.

I realize I haven't given her enough credit and if all the stupid stuff hadn't happened with conflict over George which was mostly my fault not hers we would have been closer friends sooner.

"It's okay, I was kinda over him, anyway," I say with a sigh because it's the truth.

"Oh?" Asks Callie.

"Never mind," I say to her.

"Do you want to eat some of this chilaquiles with me?" Asks Callie, offering me a taste.

"Definitely. Also, I'm really sorry for not being able to be less shit to George, and we can totally be friends if you want, Callie," I offer.

"Thanks, Grey," says Callie.

"No problem," I smile.

"Why are you so over Derek? Weren't you obsessed with him for like, forever?" Asks Callie.

"That was before he ended up having a secret wife," I deadpan.

"Right," says Callie.

I don't explain it didn't work out when I tried to take Derek back- once Addison rejected me after the prom and the sex and all- because I ended up still falling for my boyfriend's wife anyway.


****** END OF CHAPTER 9


Author's Note:

Someone mentioned in a review that Callie and Meredith could have made great friends if it hadn't been for George and Meredith's… Terrible incident… And I agree. I think it was lightningmaystrike in the author's notes of chapter V of their fanfiction "Can I go where you go?"

Anyway, I elaborated on that concept here with a bit of that sentiment copied directly.

Thanks for all the lovely comments flying in!

I do plan to respond to all of them!

Just trying to get as much writing down as possible!

bobbiejelly


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