Hey guys! So, I just finished reading the twilight saga for like the forth time and I love it! But, I'm also in LOVE with Grey's! I thought it would be a good idea to tell The Twilight Saga from my perspective as well as Meredith's and Derek's. What do you think? I haven't seen anything like this in this site yet.
Chapter 1: Back in Forks
The plane flight from Massachusetts to Washington wasn't particularly long. Yet to Meredith, it seemed to take forever. She tried to read to pass the time, but the feeling of reading on an airplane made her stomach queasy. She tried to sleep, but her anxiety stopped her from doing so. She was nervous, to say the least. She hadn't seen her father in over ten years, though she had spoken to him in the year leading up to the move. She sighed, letting her forehead rest on the cool window beside her, her fingertips trailing down the glass. Her mother didn't care that she was leaving, because she was always at the hospital. She never had much time for Meredith, nor did she care to put in the effort. Meredith knew she would miss her life in Boston, just as much as she would miss her friends. In particular, her current boyfriend, Finn. It hadn't been easy parting with him. She flipped open her cell phone and began going through a few pictures of the two of them. In each one, he wore a charming, easy smile. It was the same smile that won her over just six months ago. She hadn't really had that many boyfriends before Finn, so it was much like leaving part of herself behind. When she couldn't bear to look at the phone any longer, she closed it and let her brown eyes move out the window. Her thoughts trailed to her friends. A tiny smile made it to her lips.
Her mom – Ellis – didn't care if Meredith left or not. Meredith could see the joy in her face every time Richard Webber came around, that she was truly forgotten about and not cared for. Ever since her divorce, Ellis had been working as a single mom for about thirteen years or so. Many times, she wouldn't come home until well after eleven, and had to get up early the next morning. Meredith did all she could to help make things easier for her. She tried getting a job once or twice as well, but her people skills weren't exactly… up to par. She had a horrible record for talking her own grave in interviews. Not to mention she dropped nearly every plate she carried as a server. A complete opposite of her mom. Meredith sized the two up in her head. Ellis had always been sociable. With men, with coworkers, even with Meredith's friends. Meredith, on the other hand, would much rather sit silently and watch the world unfurl before her. Meredith was shorter than most of the others in her classes, with knobby knees and frizzy hair that she usually had to subdue with a ponytail holder. And unlike her mother, who had an even, desert tan, Meredith had inherited her father's pale, Irish skin. Meredith also had a relatively small bust, something she and her mother seemed to share. Despite this, Ellis worked around it and looked dashing all the same. In any case, through her life of working until she was nearly dead at the hospital, with terrible hours, luck seemed to strike, when at the bar she met him. She and Richard hit it off the minute they started talking to one another. Meredith noted that her mother had never been happier coming home that night. As their relationship grew to be more serious, it was obvious that Ellis wanted to be alone with him. Which unfortunately gave Meredith a choice: Watch her mother go back to Meredith because she didn't want to move around constantly, or let Ellis have her long fun and move to her father's in Forks. She went with the first choice because she couldn't stand living with her mother any longer.
Meredith looked up as she heard the captain announce their landing. She buckled her seat belt and put away the books she had attempted to read, before staring out the window. Below her was a blanket of cloud, thick like a sheet of snow. They began to descend, and Meredith watched as minuscule drops of water clung to the outer window, trailing the glass like quick snails. It was a bit bumpy once they got to the landing strip, but they soon slowed to a stop. Meredith stood and began to gather her things, keeping out of as many people's way as possible. Once she finally had been able to inch her way off the plane, she migrated into the terminal, her teddy bear backpack clinging to her shoulders. She scanned the crowded area with her soft eyes, before spying a slightly crinkled man with a weary smile. Chief Thatcher Swan waved at her, and she made her way to his side. They embraced for a moment or two, Meredith sensing a faint after shave off of her father. It was apparent he wanted to look nice when he came to pick her up. Once they were finished hugging, Thatcher carried her bag and the two walked through the airport.
"You haven't changed one bit you know," said Thatcher kindly. Meredith laughed at that, hands gripping onto her straps.
"I don't know if that's a good thing." She looked off to the side, absentmindedly reading the few travel posters that had been put along the walls.
"It is," said Thatcher with a nod. After that, the two of them became silent. They didn't talk much whenever they met up. Not because they were awkward with one another. Quite the opposite, actually. The two Greys were comfortable enough with each other to come to several, nonverbal agreements that no one else seemed to share. Once they got out of the airport, they quickly found Thatcher's car – the police cruiser that he drove – and headed onto the freeway. Forks, the town where she was moving to, didn't exactly have an airport, so Meredith had to be picked up in Seattle. To pass the time, she kept her eyes out of the window, taking in the completely different atmosphere that she would now live in.
Perhaps it was just because she was used to a dusty, rust colored world, but everything there seemed to be either green or blue. The color of the numerous trees that sat alongside the freeway bled out above and below them, tinting the world with their hue. Other than the constant, white noise buzzing of Thatcher's radio, the car was silent. Finally, after a few hours of driving, Meredith's gaze happened upon a wooden "WELCOME TO FORKS" sign that perched itself atop a small mound of grass that split the road in two. Only then did Thatcher break the silence.
"So," he began. "Remember how we were talking about you getting your own car?" Meredith perked and turned her eyes to Thatcher.
"You got me one?" she said, her face brightening. They turned a corner and pulled into the drive way of Thatcher's home, parking right beside an old, red truck. Meredith brightened and hopped out, quickly moving forward to her new truck. Well… perhaps not new, judging by the body of the vehicle. Even so, she couldn't help but beam as she observed each and every clunky detail of the thing. Once she had finished circling the truck, she rushed back over to Thatcher and hugged him tightly, practically knocking him off of his feat. "Thank you so much, Dad! I love it!"
"Glad you do," said Thatcher, rubbing her shoulder. "I finally was able to get Billy to sell it to me."
"Billy?" Meredith blinked for a moment. "Oh! You mean Billy Sloan, right?" Thatcher nodded and they moved inside. The house was as same as ever, the hardwood floors still smelling of faint pine and orange. It was a two-story house, with the bedrooms up one flight of stairs. The kitchen was a quaint, tiny place, with fading yellow walls and chipping tile counters. The living room had a fairly impressive TV set, no doubt to watch sports on, and a comfortable looking, aged, tan couch. It all had a warm, woodsy-type feel to its interior.
"Mark fixed it up for the most part," Thatcher continued, setting her bag on the floor.
"Is he in town?" Meredith asked, eager to meet up with someone she actually knew. Until about a year ago, Meredith would constantly take trips up to Forks to visit with her father, and sometimes the Sloan's, a family that lived on a reservation. Mark Sloan was about two years younger than herself, so the two got along ok. Mark was 15 and she was 17. Meredith could remember some of her younger years in which she often saw him as a little brother.
"Not right now," said her father. "He's getting his license at the reservation. Once he passes his test, he'll come to see you, he promises." After a little bit more of light conversation and an early dinner, Meredith took her things up to her old room and plopped down onto the bed. It was a little bare, save for the boxes of her things that had been shipped out a week or so prior to her arrival. She began to unpack her things and set out her outfit for the next day. She still had a frizzy sensation in the pit of her stomach. Once most of her clothes had been unpacked, she pulled out her slightly outdated laptop and set it on the desk, plugging in her iPod to charge. After that, she laid down along her mattress and dialed Finn's number. She promised she'd call once she got there. It rang a few times before the appealing voice of a young man came on the other line.
"I was wondering when you were gonna call," Finn said lightly. "I was starting to get worried."
"Hi." She smiled, even though she knew he couldn't see it. "Sorry. It was a long drive from the airport."
"We'll be sure to drive faster next time. Oh, Cristina swears she'll go crazy without you." One of her close friends from Boston. "She says that now she has no one to abuse. Except for me, of course."
"Don't worry," Meredith replied lightly. "I'll be down for a visit by summer." She sighed, turning her head to look to her now dark window. "It's so wet up here… and green. It's nice, I guess… But I miss the desert already."
"You miss this dry old sand box?"
Meredith's smile returned. "Well I do miss you, after all."
"Right, right, I miss you too." There was a bit of a silence between them. "So, starting school tomorrow?"
"Yeah… I'm nervous."
"Don't be. Just act natural. And try not to break anything, all right?"
She chuckled a bit. "I will…" They talked for a bit longer before saying goodnight. Meredith plugged her phone into the wall before changing into her pajamas. She turned off all the lights and was about to go to sleep, when she noticed just how brightly the moon was shining. She walked to her window and laid her palm against the glass, looking beyond her new home. The silver light caused the dark forest to be even denser, the entirety of the trees just now one big, black form. The lunar mist highlighted the treetops, causing them to glimmer against the backdrop of navy and the foreground of black. It reminded her of the peaceful, Massachusetts nights. She was just ready to leave the window, when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye.
Squinting, she tried to see in better detail, but the naked eye could only do so much. An idea came to her. Quickly, Meredith rushed to her things and scrambled around for her binoculars. She used them often when she wanted to see the desert planes in better detail. She focused them and brought them to her eyes, pointing the lenses directly at the treetop.
The black that was the trees seemed much darker green up close. Meredith moved her binoculars up and down, trying to find whatever it was that was shaking the tree, when she caught it. She wasn't quite sure what it was; there was no animal that she could place with what she saw. It seemed to be a streak of white, zooming up the tree branch. And just before she was able to get a better look at it, it was gone, leaving the tree immobile once more. Slowly, Meredith took away her binoculars, still staring at the same spot. She tapped the glass with a finger, trying hard to figure out what it was she laid her eyes on. A bear? No… bears here were brown. Maybe she was just seeing things…
She shook her head and tossed the object aside, moving back to her bed. She tucked herself in, gaze lingering on the silvery moon, before her eyes grew heavy enough to close on their own, the sound of the woods lulling her to sleep.
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~ Charlie xoxo
