So this is the first chapter in a little mini arc that I am IN LOVE WITH. I honestly LOVE IT.
This part is short, and might seem pointless, but it isn't. I swear. And I wouldn't lie to you.
Read!
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Help, I need somebody,
Help, not just anybody,
Help, you know I need someone, help.
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Meredith leaned against the wall and dangled her hand in the box, "They are SO cute," she cooed.
Finn glanced at her and smiled, shaking his head, "They have their appeal I guess," he teased.
"But look at them with their little noses... and ears." Meredith continued to fawn over the tiny occupants of the box.
Finally she tore herself away and crossed the room, "How is that one doing?"
Finn sighed and shrugged, "Not so good. He is just to small." Finn smiled slightly.
"There's nothing you can do?" Meredith leaned against his shoulder, her eyes sad.
"If he would eat he might have a chance but..." Finn shook his head, "He's too small. He can't even suckle the bottle."
"But he is so cute," Meredith touched him gently on the nose.
"Well," Finn relented, "I am open to suggestions."
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It had been 10 days. 10 days and no one had heard anything from Derek.
Every morning Addison expected to be pulled aside, told that Derek had left Seattle, that he left the hospital and was now employed as the star neurosurgeon at some classy hospital in Dallas or Chicago, or maybe that he had crossed borders and oceans, was practicing in Toronto or London or somewhere in Russia.
It had happened before.
She pushed open the door to the NICU and stopped short.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"I came to visit," Mark grinned, "Heard you were available."
"Get out."
Mark leaned against the wall.
"Get out."
Mark stayed where he was, smiling at her.
She glared, "I thought you went back to New York."
"I did."
Addison continued to glare.
"But," Mark continued, "I still have patients out here."
Addison inhaled sharply.
"So I'll be back. Every week. Thursday night, 'til Sunday morning."
Addison stared at him blankly unable to process what he was saying.
She turned gratefully to a sound behind her.
"I'm sorry," Meredith apologized but made no move to leave,"I need smaller nipples."
Addison shook her head, she must have heard her wrong, "What?"
"For Finn," Meredith explained, "Do you have something smaller then this?" Meredith held out a small rubber nipple. "We have this patient and he is really small and..."
Addison nodded, half to affirm that she had what Meredith needed, half to clear her head. She walked over to a drawer and pulled out the smallest rubber nipples she could find, "Here," she said offering them to Meredith. She noticed Mark over Meredith's shoulder.
He winked at her and smiled.
"Actually," Addison said throwing her charts on the counter and grabbing, sweater that was laying there and turning to Meredith, "I'll come with you."
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"How did the espionage go?" Finn asked as Meredith entered the back room.
"Great," Meredith replied, nodding Addison towards the exam table.
Finn stared as Addison knelt by the box. He turned to Meredith.
"She's the best."
"With babies."
"These are babies."
"Baby animals."
"Close enough." Meredith retorted.
Addison spoke from the other side of the room, "What's wrong with this one?" She asked, gently petting so as not to waken him.
Finn crossed the room, "In a nutshell, he's to small."
Addison nodded, "He is kind of warm. Is that normal?"
Finn settled a hand on the sleeping creatures side, "No," he sighed.
"Well do something," Meredith ordered from his spot on the floor.
"Do what?" Finn asked raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know," Meredith looked at him like he was an idiot, "She's the best. Use her. Do you think I let her tag along cause we like spending time together?"
"I thought that maybe you had worked out your issues..."
Addison gave Finn a look, "When sober we grudgingly except each others existence. Nothing more. Unfortunately tonight, she decided to save my life. So, here I am."
Meredith looked at the two of them, "Go ahead, save him."
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"So."
"So."
"Any ideas?"
Addison shrugged and reexamined the x-rays.
"Nothing?"
Addison shrugged again, "This really isn't my forte..."
"But..."
"I had a patient about 8 years ago with a similar problem. But, well, human."
"Right," Finn sighed and crossed his arms.
"So what did you do?" Meredith asked pointedly.
Addison sighed, "Operated. But it was years before she was able to eat solids of any kind."
"Do it."
"Meredith..." Finn tried to reason with her.
"LIsten," Meredith interrupted, "You put my dog to sleep," she said to Finn, then turned to Addison, "and tonight I am your knight in shining armor. You both owe me."
Addison raised an eyebrow, "I owe you?"
"Do you want me to tell Mark where you are?"
Addison closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them and glared slightly, "I guess I can give it a try."
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Finn stood in front of Meredith his arms crossed sternly, "You realize that until I can find an owner that is willing to bottle feed, he is your responsibility."
"Fine."
"I'm not kidding, your responsible for making sure that he gets fed ever 4 hours and that he is getting all the nutrients that he needs."
"I know."
"Just as long as you understand that it's a big..."
Meredith rolled her eyes and walked away. She went over to where Addison was adjusting dressings and making herself look busy.
"He's a good guy. Finn." Addison told her.
Meredith nodded and half smiled, "Back off there Jolene," she teased.
Addison laughed, "That song was not about me"
Meredith smiled and fell silent. "Thanks," she said finally, "You didn't have to do this. Considering you hate me and all."
"I don't hate you."
Meredith sighed and shook her head.
"I don't like you, but I don't hate you."
"Why not?" Meredith persisted, "I keep asking, and you never really answer."
Addison was silent along time, "For the same reasons that you don't hate me."
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So. I didn't feel like writing anymore. If I kept going it would have gotten REALLY long and it would have been a year and a half before I updated. It's better this way. Really. It is.
Remember this is just the start of something. Something good.
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