Title: A Tale Of Two Cities
Authors: Sara and Lizzie
Rating: T for language, sex, you know.
Disclaimer: We happen to own our personal anatomies, not Grey's. Or Patrick Dempsey's. Sadly.
Summary: Another shot at Post Prom. It's going to be a little silly. It will be our version of what happens post prom, and then jump a few months in the future when uh, some bicoastal high jinx ensue. So we'll start right after the prom.
Author's Note: The updates on this probably won't be as frequent on this because we are going to be feverishly working on "A Little Something Called Forever", "One Hell Of A Racket", and "Keeping The Faith". But this will be fun. And funny. Review. Consider this the funny version of "Keeping the Faith" because in both stories, Meredith will ask Derek to wait for one month for different reasons. Just read. And review.
"You should be getting dressed for dinner." Meredith said to Derek. He smiled at her.
"I should be a lot of things." He said, smirking. "Two weeks…." He said. "That's an awfully long time."
Meredith rolled her eyes. "It's shorter than a month, and also my final offer."
Derek smiled down at her. "I guess I have no choice but to accept." Meredith backed away, because if she didn't she would have kissed him right there, and she didn't want to go against her silly, self imposed rule.
"This is hardly fun for me, you know." She said, pouting. "I do get to break up with Finn and watch you go on romantic dinner dates with Addison."
Derek was about to retort that it was all her idea to wait, but his pager kept him from saying anything. He was sure it would be Addison, but it wasn't.
"Trauma!" he said, grinning. "Paging me. Must be neuro."
Five hours later, Derek was sitting in his office chair, with his feet resting on his desk. Meredith came in with a bag of food from a sandwich shop around the corner from Joe's. Her eyes were still shining. "Amazing." She said again.
Down the hall from the office, Addison froze. "That was incredible Derek." She heard Meredith say. "You cut that guy's brain in half. And then you took out a clot. And then you put him back together.
"We." Derek said. "We cut that guy's brain in half." Meredith grinned at him. Addison moved closer to her husbands office and leaned against the door frame as she stood, unnoticed.
Meredith opened the bag she was holding. "Turkey, roast beef, bacon, mayo, onion and spicy mustard." She said, holding a sandwich out to Derek. "And for the record, that's disgusting."
"Yet amazing that you knew to order that." He smiled. "And I did keep up my end of the deal." He said, grinning at her. He reached under his desk and extended a cup to her. "Vanilla latte, caramel, lots of whipped cream."
She took a sip and smiled. "I don't even want to know how you got this." She pulled her own sandwich out of the bag and unwrapped it.
"We cut someone's brain in half." She said incredulously. Derek laughed. Meredith shook her head. She saw the glint of red at the door. "Addison."
Derek turned and looked in the door way to see his wife holding a bag. "Addison."
"Hi." She said. "You missed dinner. Because of the surgery. So I thought I'd bring dinner to you. But clearly, you're already eating." She said softly, not sure what to make of the situation. They weren't doing anything wrong. But there was something about their demeanor that made her intuition scream.
Derek smiled at her. "Come in. Eat with us."
Meredith smiled, and picked up her sandwich and her coffee. "I should go." She said. "Thanks for letting me scrub in, Dr. Shepherd."
"Dr. Grey." He said. "You can stay."
Addison inwardly rolled her eyes, but nodded politely. "Yes. Meredith, stay."
Meredith smiled and shook her head. "I should really go. I'll see you tomorrow. Um, you both, tomorrow." She stammered, leaving.
She stomped into Joe's twenty minutes later. "How's Izzie?" she asked Cristina and George, slumping on a bar stool next to them. Alex came over and answered her question.
"About as well as can be expected." He said.
Meredith laid her head on her hands and signaled to Joe. He placed a shot in front of her and she lifted her head and smiled at him. "I love you Joe." She said, sipping the tequila.
Everyone looked at her. "What?" she asked.
"What the hell?" Cristina asked.
Meredith sighed. "Derek and I decided on a two week deadline."
"Two weeks to what?" Alex and George asked in unison.
"He's leaving Addison." Meredith and Cristina chimed in together.
Callie slid onto the stool next to George and gave them all a look. "Okay, that was weird." She said.
"Seriously?" George and Alex said together.
Callie's face screwed up even more. "Joe, I need a drink." She said.
Alex coughed and addressed Meredith again. "Are you sure he's for real?"
Meredith smiled to herself and nodded. "I asked him to wait. So it wasn't right after…" she saw Callie's raised eyebrows and trailed off.
George and Alex seemed to catch her drift. "Oh." George said.
"So where is he now?" Cristina asked.
Meredith scowled. "Having dinner in his office with Addison."
Cristina grinned and clapped her on the back. "It's going to be a long, long, two weeks."
Meredith downed the rest of the shot and signaled for another one.
Addison shut the door to the trailer and kissed Derek softly. He kissed her back for about a second and then pulled away. Addison frowned. Derek started to put his things away.
Addison pulled off her clothes and sidled up to him in her bra and underwear. "Derek." She said, "Come to bed?"
He barely regarded her. "Addie, I'm tired, okay?" he asked. Somehow, the notion of sleeping with his wife gave him the distinct feeling of cheating on Meredith.
"Fine." Addison snapped, wrapping herself in her robe and heading for the shower. When she came back, Derek pretended to be asleep. He lay awake until he heard her breathing deeply.
He got up and pulled on jeans and a sweater. He grabbed his keys and left the trailer. In the dark emptiness, Addison opened her eyes, and sighed.
Derek drove on auto pilot, knowing where he was going, but not really directing himself there. He parked outside Meredith's house and knocked on the door. He was surprised when Alex answered. "Dr. Karev." He said, realizing he must be there because of Izzie. "How's Dr. Stevens?"
"She's a mess, but she'll be okay."
Derek nodded. "Is, uh, Meredith here?"
Alex nodded. "She's in her room." Derek nodded his thanks and climbed the stairs. Meredith was asleep, and Derek sat down on the edge of her bed. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Hi." She said.
"Hi." He said. "I shouldn't be here. I'm sorry."
She smiled. "You shouldn't be here, Derek. You're still married. And it's only been a day." She reached for him, and pulled him down close to her. She brushed her lips to his. "You shouldn't be here." She whispered. "But I'm glad you are."