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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 10: Before (5)
ADDISON
It takes us only 15 minutes to arrive at Cristina Yang's apartment.
"Don't tell anybody about this place, it's not supposed to exist anymore," says Meredith.
"That doesn't make sense?" I say to Meredith.
"Oh. Right. So Cristina promised Burke she'd moved in with him but she kept her old apartment in case they broke up badly. No matter what she says to him she still has this place as her own even though she usually sleeps in bed with him at his place," says Meredith.
"Oh," I finally got it.
"Yeah, so I live here sometimes when I'm hiding," says Meredith.
"Who would you be hiding from?" Asks Addison.
"My mother, Ellis Grey. My father, Thatcher Grey. My new step-mother Susan Grey. My not-father-somehow-Richard Webber. My boss Miranda Bailey. My boss's boss, Preston Burke. All my other intern friends when they're being annoying. All of my friend's friends or girlfriends or boyfriends or partners or whatever's. Everyone, really, except Doc. I miss Doc. I never hid from Doc… But mostly I hid here from your husband/my boyfriend, Derek," says Meredith.
"Did you ever try to hide from me," I ask her before I can stop myself.
"No. You've never been to my house before. You're like, the only person who never has," says Meredith.
"Oh. Would you have? If I had been to your house?" I end up asking.
"I'm surprised this is your question and you don't have more questions about the fact that Derek's your husband and my boyfriend at the same time… Again… Sorry…!" Says Meredith.
"It's just, that's just, it's old news now," I say because it feels like it is.
"Right," Meredith sighs. "I'm still very sorry," Meredith says to me.
"He was looking at you. He was giving you his McEyes and I guess he plays a good game when he wants somebody because he's never given me eyes like that in my life but he had them for you and I guess it made you want him then?" I try to rationalize it to-for-about(?)- her.
"Yeah. And I would normally call them puppy-dog-eyes but our puppy-dog-Doc died today and I miss him more than anything and God, was it sad when he went I mean you didn't see him die, but gosh, it was such a sin," says Meredith and you see her tremble and you start trembling and you both end up crying together.
"I- I couldn't bear to watch it, Meredith. I said I had to go and I pretended to have a patient or something but I could have rescheduled. I just couldn't stay. I wasn't strong enough," I finally reveal to her.
"Well, I guess if you weren't ready to be there or didn't want to that's okay, I think Doc appreciated you being there for when you were," says Meredith about our McDog.
"I guess that's why McVet was being so nice to me tonight," I realized aloud.
"Maybe, but Finn's just a nice guy anyway. He's like, too nice. So damn nice!" Says Meredith.
"I know. He's such a good guy. I wish Derek was that good a guy," I sigh.
"I know. I wish Derek was that nice or I could want Finn but neither of those things are true, sadly," says Meredith.
"You don't want Finn?" I ask, because sure, she's been dating the vet while ogling my husband but I'm still trying to play nice here.
"No. I tried to. So hard," offers Meredith.
"Thanks, for trying, with Finn," I offer.
Meredith laughs and says it's funny I'm thanking her for trying to have sex with someone other than her husband.
And then, she guesses it's "par for the course that you'd want me with anyone who's not Derek," says Meredith.
"That's not what I meant," I say to her.
"Then what did you mean?" Says Meredith.
"I meant I'm glad you tried with someone who's less of a dick than Derek because you don't deserve his McBullshit," I sigh.
"You really don't either, y'know," Meredith offers.
"This is a really strange conversation," I blurt out.
"Our dog died today. I fucked your husband again, today. And we went to a stupid hospital prom where I think Denny might have been getting really sick at the end there, and Burke just got shot and everyone is leaving and everyone is dying and I think we're allowed to be strange tonight," says Meredith.
"Okay. We can be strange today. We can," I say.
"Do you want a drink?" Meredith offers.
"Oh, I shouldn't drink," I say because I don't trust myself drunk around a really hot girl I like.
"It doesn't have to be alcohol. I'm just having a diet soda. You want one?" Asks Meredith.
"Oh. Yeah. Thanks," I say, realizing I keep jumping to conclusions all of a sudden.
"Okay, be right back," says Meredith, and I watch her move in that dress to get two glasses, some ice, and some soda, and I decide that I'm definitely going to hell.
It should be illegal the way her body looks in jet-black.
Her hair is luscious and falling to frame her face.
And her chest is accentuated by that necklace.
Meredith hands me my glass and I gulp it all down trying to cool off from these stupid lesbian fantasies.
"Guess you're thirsty, after all, huh," says Meredith teasingly.
I choke on my damn soda.
"Ooh, are you alright?" Meredith reacts right away and gets me a napkin.
"Yeah, just ah, thirsty…" I say this and then I blush profusely at my stupid foot-in-mouth words.
"Oh, I get it. I've spit out soda before, too. It helps if you drink it slower," Meredith offers, and just in a caring way and not a patronizing way, either.
"Yeah, I should probably slow down, I might need to drive later," I say.
"You know that's just soda, not spiked, right?" Says Meredith.
"I probably shouldn't drive if I think I'm already drunk," I blurt out.
"Are you already drunk? Or high?" Asks Meredith.
"No. Our dog just died and my husband cheated on me, in that order, I must add. I should be drunk or high right now but I'm not. I'm just really sad," I finally articulate.
"I'm sorry. For Doc and for Derek and for you being sad," Meredith sighs and leans her hand over to cover mine.
The warmth of her touch washes over me and I realize I've never really been touched by her, ever. I guess I never knew what I was missing…
The softness of her hands. Her skin on my skin. I'm getting hot again and I'm sure I'm blushing now.
I can feel my whole body run warm in my blood and I can feel my own pulse racing and I can feel my eyes darkening.
I don't have very much self-control as it is and here I am reacting to every move Meredith makes with her hand wrapped around mine.
Meredith may be a homewrecker but I'm still a slut and God, do I show it when I'm all hot-and-bothered.
Maybe she won't notice.
I don't think she's that stupid, though.
Maybe it won't matter because she doesn't do women.
Or she doesn't know to think about whether or not I would do women.
Or, that I did women also, y'know, before married Derek and cheated on him with Mark and all that.
And that I would still do women. Or a woman. Or that I'd especially like this woman to do me right now.
"Are you okay?" Meredith asks me because I'm clearly flustered.
"I'm just sad about Doc dying. Our dead McDog. It's sad," I try to say as a cover-up.
"Okay, I get that. I hope that's not why you look horny though because I try not to judge what people are into but I'm not sure if I could not-judge you if you were into like literally-" Meredith rambles before I cut her off.
"Oh, no, I am not sexually attracted to dogs. I'm sexually attracted to people, only, adult people. Which just happens to happen occasionally while I simultaneously am sad about our dead dog," I set that record- well. You know what I mean.
"Oh, good. I'm so relieved. You're really adorable when you're all sexy and McHot and clearly have your mind in the gutter. I'm just so glad you're thinking about people, not puppies, in the sexual way I mean, of course, yeah," says Meredith.
I realize at this point that Meredith is probably hitting on me and I'm far from strong enough to resist her tonight.
"I'm going to hell," I say to Meredith with a sheepish look and a heaving sigh.
"Join the club," says Meredith back to me with a smirk at me and a wink.
Meredith offers me a 'cheers,' with my glass and I clink mine with hers as I keep my hand under her's.
Somehow, all I can think about is how there's probably hotter sex in hell anyway. Especially if Meredith and I are both headed there. I just hope we don't have to be as dead as our dog to finally 'do it,' together. Oh wow. And now I'm definitely going to hell...
****** END OF CHAPTER 10
Author's Note:
This is bordering on the absurd.
So help me.
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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)
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