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.
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Addison was not happy. It was late. She realized that. Late, or early, depending on what constituted morning for you.
She opened one eye. With as much as she had to drink that night, she really did not want to wake up the next morning with no sleep and a pounding headache.
3:52 AM. Her sterling silver Tiffany's alarm clock didn't lie. It was late. She never woke up this late unless she was going to have sex. So what the hell…?
She remembered, stopped and listened. The tell tale sounds coming from the guest bedroom told her that she was awake because someone else was having sex. She flung the covers back and practically leapt out of the bed.
Mark rolled over towards her. "What is it babe?"
"Listen to that." She said angrily. "She's eight months pregnant and they can't restrain themselves for one freaking night?"
She listened again, and in a rush of adrenaline, realized they were not moans of pleasure, but moans of pain.
"Addison!" she heard Derek shout. She shot a panicked look at Mark, threw her silk robe over her shoulders and headed for the door.
"What is it?" she asked, entering the guest room, where Meredith was doubled over next to the bed. She knelt beside her and reached for the house phone. She called the hospital and told them to send an ambulance.
"Where does it hurt?" she asked. Meredith shook her head.
"I don't know," she panted. "Everywhere?"
"Addison, do something!" Derek called panicked.
Addison grabbed Meredith's elbow. "Okay, Meredith, you need to sit down in a chair. Any added stress on your body is stress on the baby." She helped her up, and noticed a dark red spot on her sweat pants. Blood.
"What is it?" Meredith asked. "You're all worried looking." Addison shook her head.
"Just wait for the ambulance, Mer."
Addison rode in the ambulance with Meredith. The look on Derek's face when the doors shut haunted her. She sighed. This is exactly why she didn't want them to come. It was too hard; too hard to imagine what Mark's face would look like if it were all reversed.
Derek and Meredith, they had something. They had something that was bigger than they were, something… something destined. Addison shook her head and rolled her eyes at herself. She hated crap like that. Soul mates, love of his life, crap. She had never been the type to believe it, but here it was, staring her in the face.
It was in the face of her ex husband and the mother of his child. Something she was afraid she never had, and something she feared she was never going to find. A love so powerful, you'd kill for it.
The ambulance pulling up to the hospital stopped her thoughts. She got out and went in with Meredith directing the EMT that wheeled her to trauma. She ran to her office, changed and paged the neo natal resident on call.
They were having a hushed conversation while Meredith was lying down in a Lennox Hill trauma room. "Addison, please don't." she said weakly.
Addison looked up at her, questioningly. "Don't what?"
"Don't whisper about me like I haven't scrubbed in on these surgeries with you." Meredith pleaded. "Don't treat me like a patient who isn't a doctor."
Addison nodded. "You're bleeding heavily."
Meredith smiled weakly. "Yea, I noticed."
"Meredith, I need to an emergency C- section. I don't know what cause the pain or the bleed, and frankly, neither you nor the baby has time for me to find out."
Meredith nodded. "Can we wait for Derek?"
Addison shook her head. "I don't think so. I'll have Mark take him into the gallery as soon as they get here."
Meredith nodded again. "Yea. Okay." She said, her eyes shutting. "Hey, Addison?" she murmured. "Thank you."
Addison smiled tightly and turned around abruptly. "Okay people." She said. "Let's get her into the O.R."
Mark and Derek spent a tense cab ride from the brownstone to Lennox Hill. Derek looked down at his hands the whole time. Mark looked out at the city he loved.
"Derek, you know Addison is the best," he said. "She's in good hands." He hadn't said that Meredith would be fine, because neither of them knew that. They were doctors. False assurances were insulting, and Mark didn't have a lot of room to insult.
"It's my kid, you know?" Derek said quietly. "Addison used to tell me about these surgeries all the time, and I barely listened. They didn't mean anything to me then. But now it's my kid and my... Meredith. It's a whole new perspective."
"How's the view from your perspective?"
"It sucks."
"Yea. When you think about it, life usually does. Suck, I mean. It's prone to sucking, that's how it works. Life only stops sucking if you're really, really lucky."
They stepped into the hospital, and headed for the neo natal wing. Derek hadn't forgotten the layout of this place. He used to practically live here. "Dr. Sloan." A nurse approached them.
"In a hurry, Katie."
"Dr. Montgomery said to tell you they took her into surgery. O.R six, the gallery is open." Mark nodded, and shot a sidelong glance at Derek. His face had drained of its usual color to a pale, chalky, white. Mark gripped his shoulder and steered him towards the gallery of the O.R.
Addison glanced up into the gallery as they walked in. She nodded her head to them know she saw them, and then looked back down into Meredith's stomach. She bit her lip, and set to work at extracting the baby that had been conceived while she was still married to the father.
Derek all but collapsed into a chair in the deserted gallery. "A C-section?" he asked out loud. Mark didn't know if he was talking to himself, or if this was a question he was supposed to answer. "It's a month too early."
Mark sat down next to him. "Hey," he said softly. "Addie extracted a little guy last week that was just over the six month mark, and he's doing fine."
"We don't know what ours is. Meredith swears it's a girl."
"You guys are like, that couple, you know. The one that makes it."
Derek smiled, considering this. "Yea," he said slowly. "So are you, though."