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: Thoughts that go in first person inside a characters head are in italics.
We havent updated this (or anything) for awhile, for which we apologize. But, if you all review (PLEASE) everything will be updated on a much more regular basis. Anyway, here is where the two cities part comes in. Basically, Mer and Derek head to New York in a blind panic, and Mark, who wants Derek back as his friend, is going overboard to be nice, while Addison is nervous about them coming, but she cant neccesarily figure out why.
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Approx. Seven Months Later
"You disgust me, you know that?" Cristina said, raising an eyebrow. "You've taken my best friend, and turned her all gooey, and baby happy."
"Is that a bad thing, Dr. Yang?"
"Seriously? Hormones and Meredith and she can't even drink?"
Derek smiled. "Just a little over a month to go. Ten blade, Dr. Yang."
Cristina sighed and handed him the instrument. "I don't even like brain surgery." She muttered. Derek eyed her. "Okay, a little. But cardio is way more manly."
"Hey!" Derek protested. "Brain surgery is plenty manly, okay?"
From her seat in the gallery, Meredith chuckled at the look on Derek's face. "Ouch." She commented. Alex and George were seated on either side of her, as they all watched. Meredith was in her last week of work, and doing nothing but labs and discharge.
But she made time to watch Derek's surgery. George looked at her nervously. "You could have taken this week off too, you know."
"Jesus, O'Malley, you're worse than her baby daddy."
"Baby Daddy? Seriously?" Meredith asked.
Alex shrugged. "It's an expression." His eyes narrowed in concern as she placed a quick hand on her growing stomach. "You all right, Grey?"
She smiled and waved it off. "Fine. Just kicking."
Alex and George exchanged a worried look over her head. She shook her head and smiled forcefully. "Seriously, you guys, it's fine."
Derek smiled up at her, and she waggled her fingers at him in a small wave. George shook his own head. "Who would have thought in all that time that you'd end up having his baby?"
Meredith didn't answer. She put both hands on her stomach and doubled over as a sharp pain rocked her abdomen. "Mer?"
She put a hand up and motioned down to the O.R. "Page Derek as soon as he's done with surgery." She sucked in a breath and shook her head. "George, get him now."
Alex sat down next to her and put a hand on her back. "Alex," She gasped. "Call Addison in New York."
"All right, people. That was an excellent, masculine surgery." He said, grinning under his mask. "If you'll stay with me while I close him up…" He looked up as the door to the OR slid open with it's usual swish.
"Dr. O'Malley."
"Dr. Shepherd." George said in his fake calm voice that convinced no one. "It's um, Dr. Grey? She asked me to come get you."
"Cristina, close him." Derek said, taking off after George.
There were times, Derek had always thought where pure adrenaline takes over your body. That's what happened to him. He didn't even scrub out of the OR. He just ran, gloves and cap and everything still on. He ran as fast as he could.
He reached the room George had shouted to him, and burst in the door. Alex was doing an ultrasound, and Meredith was already hooked to an IV, teetering on the brink of consciousness.
"Meredith." He said, grabbing her hand.
Alex turned to them before Derek could say anything else. "The baby looks stable for now. I'm seeing what looks like a small tear, but I don't know what's torn…" he trailed off and looked expectantly at Meredith and Derek.
"Do you want me to call the neonatal surgeon?"
"I thought you already did." Meredith whispered from the bed.
"I mean our neonatal surgeon."
Derek looked expectantly at Meredith who shook her head adamantly. "You learned from the best." She looked up at Derek. "I asked Alex to book a plane. We need to leave for New York."
A look of recognition flickered over Derek's handsome features. "Can you fly?"
She nodded. "Not for much longer, but for now, we have no choice." She squeezed his hand hard. "It hurts. I won't trust anyone but Addison."
Derek nodded and stroked her hair, murmuring things about how it would all be okay. Alex switched off the ultrasound machine. "She knows you're coming."
He moved to the door in the hopes of giving them a moment, but stopped before he actually left the room. Alex watched as Derek held Meredith's hands and whispered things he couldn't make out.
It amazed him, the way her demeanor changed from panic to a reassured calm after a few short minutes with him. She smiled, reached up, pulled off his scrub cap, and ran a hand through his thick hair. He said something and pointed to her stomach, and kissed her.
Alex marveled at how happy they looked, how genuinely happy, and he wondered, could he ever find that.
Addison Montgomery entered her brownstone. She was happy, she really was. She loved Mark Sloan, she really did. It felt right to be back in New York, it really did. So why did one phone call send her into a panic?
Because no one wants to save the baby that her ex-husband is having with his ex-mistress, now girlfriend? No, that wasn't it.
Because no one wants to be in the divorced couple with new significant others that just happened to be the dirty mistresses? No, that wasn't it either. She snapped her fingers. Oh right. It was because having Meredith and Derek in New York could potentially shatter her existence there.
And now she was thinking sarcastically and snapping her fingers at herself. She sighed and hung her Burberry trench coat in the hall closet. "Mark?" she called. Better break the news now.
He came into the foyer to greet her, kissed her cheek and motioned to the cell phone at his ear. "Okay." He said. "Tonight?" There was a pause. "No, don't take a cab; I've still got a car. I'll pick you up."
Addison's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure she's okay to fly and everything?" He nodded and listened. "Okay, Derek, just get here as soon as you can. All right. Bye."
He hung up and enveloped her in a hug. "Derek called you?" she asked incredulously.
He nodded. "We got a chance to talk, you know. After my surgery, and he called to let me know they were coming. What do you think it is?"
"Uh, Karev faxed me her ultrasound. I won't know until I examine her but it could be a tear in the actual womb." She paused. "He called you? And you're picking him up at the airport?"
"Them." Mark corrected. "I'm picking them up. Are you okay about all this?"
She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her head and nodded. "I'm fine. I just know how…to see Meredith and Derek, and how they are, it makes people question, or something…"
Mark reached out and kissed her, a long, lingering kiss that she felt deep down to her core. "Don't worry about a thing."
He checked his watch. "Look, I've got a few errands to run, and it's going to take forever to get to Newark to pick them up. I should get going. Wanna come?"
Addison wrinkled her perfectly shaped nose. "No thanks." She thought about something as Mark hastily pulled a coat out of the closet and put it on. "Where are you taking them after you pick them up? Did Derek book his usual at the St. Regis?"
Mark smiled. "No."
"East Side W?" Addison guessed.
"No."
She wrinkled her nose again. "Times Square W?"
Mark smiled weakly. "East Side was closer."
Her eyes narrowed into tiny slits of green anger. "You're kidding."
Mark feigned innocence. Addison shook her head. "Mark, you didn't."
"She's potentially loosing her child. I felt bad, and overcome with gratitude since they saved my life, so they're staying here. You might want to put fresh seats on the guest bed." He called as he closed the door.
Addison shook her head and made her way to the kitchen. A situation like this called for one thing, and it wasn't sheets. It was vodka.