"What the hell!" said Meredith, spotting Derek on the floor. She bent down to him. "Are you okay? You're bleeding."
"Damn right, he's bleeding," said Aimee, dragging Meredith to her feet. "Now where is the fire-crotch wife?"
"Aimee! What the hell did you do?" shouted Meredith.
"I punched him," said Aimee as if Meredith was an idiot. "He's an asshole."
"He's not—"
"MY OFFICE NOW!" the chief thundered at them, coming out of nowhere.
"What? Me?" said Aimee.
"YES, YOU!"
"I'm outta here," said Aimee. She wasn't getting hauled into someone's office like a naughty schoolgirl.
"No you're not, you'll come with me to the chief's office," said Meredith firmly.
"Why? Come on Mer, let's go to a bar, get drunk and sing karaoke… it'll be fun," said Aimee, taking Meredith's hand.
"No… you can't just come here and punch my boyfriend… and my boss and then want to go to a bar… I'm a doctor!" Meredith shouted at her.
"Your boss is an asshole and I am not going to be dragged to some old doctor's office to be yelled at… I'm not a child!" Aimee argued.
"Then don't act like one," snapped Meredith, noticing that almost the entire surgical staff were watching them. "Come on Aims, just do this."
"Alright, but I am not apologizing to that bastard," said Aimee, deciding to follow Meredith.
"Aimee, you don't understand," sighed Meredith, showing her to the Chief's office, leaving Derek to follow them at a distance.
"Did you or did you not call me, blind drunk, singing N'sync and telling me it was all bullshit because of that big haired prat?"
"Alright… yes but…"
"There you go, he deserved to be punched," Aimee insisted.
"You don't get it," sighed Meredith.
"You know, I'm starting to think you're not all that happy to see me," said Aimee.
"You punched my boss!"
"He deserved it."
"I am not arguing about this," said Meredith. They were now outside the chief's office. "Just stand there and look sorry. Hopefully Derek won't press charges."
"Let him!"
"Aimee just try and look sorry and keep your mouth shut," Meredith ordered.
"When did you become so bossy and boring?"
"You bring it out in me," said Meredith, exasperated by Aimee's attitude.
"The Dragon doesn't still work here does she? The last thing I need is both of you yelling at me."
"Uh… no Mum doesn't work here," said Meredith. She knew she should probably tell Aimee that their Mum had Alzheimer's but for some reason she just couldn't. Aimee was five years younger than she was, and her relationship with Ellis was a lot more strained than Meredith's. She was still her little sister no matter how much of a pain in the ass she was, and Meredith didn't want Aimee to have to deal with the fact that she couldn't hate their Mum anymore because she didn't know who she was anymore, let alone what she was really saying.
"Good."
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"You could at least apologise or thank him for keeping you out of jail," said Meredith as she, Aimee and Derek filed out of the chief's office.
"No," said Aimee casually.
"Aimee!"
"Meredith!"
"I uh… think we got off on the wrong foot…" said Derek. He had never even heard that Meredith had a sister, except her half sister by her Dad, but he did want to get on with Meredith's family.
"No kidding," snorted Aimee.
"Can't you at least be civil?" said Meredith.
"N'sync," said Aimee simply.
"Derek, can you please give us a minute?" said Meredith wearily.
"Sure I'll see you later," said Derek to Meredith. He turned to Aimee as if he was going to say something to her but he thought better of it and just walked away.
"What are you doing here?" said Meredith once he was gone.
"What? I can't visit my big sister…" Aimee trailed off once Meredith gave her a 'cut the crap' sort of stare. "Alright, Mum stopped sending checks and I got kicked out," Aimee confessed. "Anyway it was time to move on and I haven't been to Seattle since I was nine."
"Mum was sending you checks?" said Meredith. She hadn't found any record of that when she had taken power of attorney.
"Mmhmm, every few months she would send them. I guess now I'm twenty one it's time to stand on my own two feet."
"Are you sure you're not in any trouble?"
"I'm sure… what do you think I am? A junkie, a stripper what?" said Aimee, getting defensive.
"No… it's just I haven't seen you in three years. What have you been doing?"
"Just this and that," shrugged Aimee. "Been moving around a lot. I was in Florida working in a bar and now I'm here."
"Alright. Do you need somewhere to stay?"
"Yeah… I was thinking I could just stay with you in Mum's house unless she still lives there," said Aimee.
"She doesn't," said Meredith quickly. "You can stay but I have roommates now… so it's only the attic room."
"That's fine, thanks."
"I have to get back to work… I get off in a few hours so you should…"
"I saw a bar across the street, I'll meet you there," said Aimee. "And there was a hot guy around here somewhere."
"You haven't changed, Aims," laughed Meredith.
"I'm glad I haven't, this place is golden. Nothing but hot doctors everywhere… wow, I love this place," she gaped as Mark came into her line of vision.
"Grey?" he said.
"Yes, Dr. Sloan," Meredith almost groaned.
"I have a skin graft in OR 2, wanna scrub in?" he said, eyeing up Aimee.
"Sure, thank you Dr. Sloan," said Meredith, then she said to Aimee. "Try and be good."
"I'll do my best," said Aimee sweetly.
"So this is the mystery sister that decked Derek?" said Mark.
"Unfortunately," Meredith groaned.
"Yes, and now she is off to find the hot doctor from earlier, later old man," said Aimee, knowing Meredith was going to kill her for that later.
"Old man?" said Mark incredulously.
"Yeah but I mean it in the hottest way," laughed Aimee, waving and wandering off.
"I'm sorry Dr. Sloan, her brain isn't attached to her mouth," said Meredith, hoping Aimee was going to find Alex and not George. Poor George wouldn't stand a chance against her.
"The patient is in room 2417," said Mark, still miffed about being called old.