Title: One Hell Of A Racket
Authors: Sara And Lizzie
Rating: T for language, mild sex
Disclaimer: we don't own grey's anatomy, or any anatomies but our own at that.
Summary: Sequel to Sound And Fury. Mark and Addison come back to Seattle, and chaos ensues. Forget the internship- there's sex, lies, jealousy and procreation to deal with it.
Author's Note: We couldn't let go of Sound, so we decided to write a sequel. Review.
This chapter is admittedly, dialogue heavy, but setting up for the next chapter, when things are going to get...interesting. REVEIW.
Meredith walked into the hospital the next alone, and it felt strange. She almost always came with Derek, either from her house or the trailer, but he had stalked out last night after their fight, and she hadn't heard from him since.
She changed in the locker room just like every other day.
"What happened with you and Shepherd last night?" Cristina asked as soon as Meredith sat down to put her shoes on.
"We had a fight."
"Obviously. Judging by the way he slammed every day he could find while stomping out. These men behave like little boys when the slightest thing doesn't go their way. So what did you do?"
"He wants to live together. And I said I couldn't leave my mother's house. Not now, anyway. He accused me of not taking the relationship seriously."
Cristina raised her eyebrows. "Seriously? Welcome to my life."
Meredith rolled her eyes and stashed her things in her locker, then joined the rest of the interns in the hallway. "Okay people, let's accomplish something today. I don't want to find anyone entangled in an on call room. Yang, you're with Burke, Karev, I'm putting you with Torres, remember she outranks you, no intrusive questions about her and O'Malley. Stevens, you're with me, O'Malley Sloan needs someone, Grey, Shepherd requested you yesterday."
Meredith smirked. Then he had no choice. Her smirk faded significantly when he came striding up to the group, wearing a smirk of his own.
"Dr. Bailey." He said. "Dr. Yang. Dr. Karev. Dr. Stevens. Dr. O'Malley." They all nodded at him. Bailey's eyebrows hit the ceiling. Meredith rolled her eyes.
"Go ahead, Grey." She prompted. Derek held up his clipboard.
"Actually, Dr. Bailey, I'm doing a venticulostomy and inserting an Intracranial Pressure Monitor bolt. I'm not sure that Dr. Grey's level of commitment is up to that, so I'll take Dr. O'Malley."
Bailey looked between the two of them and spoke slowly. "Dr. Shepherd, I assure you, she's committed."
Derek shook his head. "I'll take Dr. O'Malley."
Meredith's jaw dropped. Derek nodded at her and turned down the hallway. With a prod from Bailey, George scurried after him.
"Derek!" Meredith called after him sharply. He kept walking. "Derek!"
He turned around. "It's all about commitment, Dr. Grey."
"Real mature Derek!" she shouted after him. "Ass." She muttered, turning to Bailey. "Can he do that?"
Bailey held her hands up in a surrender position. "Grey, I don't want to hear it. You'll be with Sloan. Go find him, and keep an eye on him."
Meredith stalked off, muttering to herself. Bailey turned to Cristina. "Out with it Yang. What happened?"
"She won't move out of Ellis' house to live with him."
"So he won't give her surgeries?" Cristina nodded. "This is why I didn't marry a doctor." Bailey muttered.
Mark's arms were crossed over his chest, and he was leaning against the nurse's station, watching with a bemused expression as an irate Meredith Grey stormed down the hall.
"Dr. Grey." He said. "Something wrong?"
"George." She said, reaching out, and grabbing his coffee from the counter.
"George." Mark said slowly. "Short, male intern. Dates the dirty ortho chick? He's the problem?" He watched her take a sip of his coffee.
"The problem is that he was supposed to be your intern. Derek requested me yesterday for a venticulostomy with an Intracranial Pressure Monitor bolt." Mark whistled. "But he unrequested me today. Because he's mad at me."
"Ahh…" Mark said knowingly.
"And he keeps calling me Dr. Grey."
"You are Dr. Grey."
"He's supposed to call me Meredith!"
"Meredith, I shouldn't let you do this. It's dangerous, and tricky, but you're a smart girl, and I feel bad for you. Come with me."
Later that night, in the locker room, as the interns changed to go back out into the real world, George was the center of attention. Questions came at him from all angles, but he just looked questioningly at Meredith.
She shook her head flippantly. "No, no, go ahead George. It's not your fault I won't leave my dying mother's house to move into Derek's trailer. Tell us about it. But when your done, I get to talk."
With no further hesitation, George immersed them all in the story of how he assisted in one of the most complicated neurological procedures ever. When he was finished, and they all finished congratulating him, his eyes slid to Meredith.
"What'd you get?"
"Granted, it was no venticulostomy with an Intracranial Pressure Monitor bolt, but Sloan talked me through a facelift."
Alex's jaw dropped. "He let you just do a facelift? Seriously?"
Meredith nodded proudly. "Facelift."
"By yourself?"
"Pretty much."
Alex shook his head. "I guess that's what comes from screwing an attending. You get his friend and ex wife's perks too." He left the room in a huff. Izzie rolled her eyes.
"I'll go."
The rest of them changed and filed out into the hallway, only to hear another argument take place.
"What is wrong with you?" Derek demanded of Mark. "You get bored, and just let my girlfriend perform your surgery? What you were tired?"
"Listen, Derek, she only scrubbed in on my surgery because you booted her from yours."
"How do you know that?"
"She told me."
"Why'd she tell you?"
"Because we're friends, and her boyfriend was being an ass, and using his superior position to manipulate her and further his self serving paranoia about me and the women in his life."
"You know, it's funny, Mark, you don't even deserve to be here, but you're pushing the limit anyway."
"Derek, stop it." Meredith said. "Just get over it." She instructed, pushing past him.
Addison seemed to appear out of nowhere in the hallway. "Mark." She said through clenched teeth. "Talk. Now."
Derek smirked and walked away.
"What'd I do?" Mark asked as Addison dragged him into an on call room.
"You stood there and talked Meredith Grey of all people through a surgery? You let her do your surgery."
"She's a good doctor."
"I put my ass on the line to get you here, Mark. You're going to risk that for Meredith?"
"So it was my choice of intern, not that I let the intern do the surgery. She's in love with Derek, and I'm in love with you."
"I know. Just, I mean, just, be professional. Be more like…" she stopped herself, but it was out in the universe now. Her eyes flickered nervously around the room before meeting his.
"Be more like Derek." He said. "Got it." He left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Meredith reached home, exhausted, pissed off and more than a little upset. She threw her bag and coat down on the bed, and headed for the bathroom.
She heard the shower running, which was odd because she didn't think George and Izzie were coming home right away, and opened the door anyway.
"Almost done?"
"That depends." Came a deep, familiar, male voice. "Are you getting in with me?"
"Derek." She said. "You're in my shower."
"I was hoping you would be too."
"I'm probably not committed enough for a shower." She said lightly. She heard him sigh.
"I'm sorry Mer. Okay, I'm really sorry. I over reacted."
"No, you didn't. I understand why you're mad. You just didn't have to take it to work."
"For which I am also so very sorry."
She sighed. "I'm sorry too."
He pulled the curtain back a little, and stuck his face out, revealing his grin and his wet hair, that was sticking all over the place. "Get in the shower."
"I'm not getting in that shower." Meredith said, but she was smiling too.
"Addison would get in the shower." Derek said, before he thought about it.
Meredith stood up, ram rod straight. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what I said," Derek said, trying to play it off like he hadn't just made that mistake. "She would have gotten in the shower."
"Oh. That's great. Any other tips I should take from Addison? Cooking and cleaning? Servicing you?"
Derek snorted. "Please, Mer, she was a surgeon."
Meredith laughed bitterly. "And I'm just the lusty intern."
"I didn't mean it like that."
She ignored him. "The lusty intern who can't commit, no less. So really Derek, what is this about?"
He tried not to say it. He tried with every fiber of is being not to say it, but it came out. "Addison moved to Seattle for me."
It hung there, between them, and it pushed her away. "You really don't get it do you?" Meredith shouted. She flushed the toilet, turned on the sink, and left the bathroom, slamming the door. She heard Derek scramble to get out of the now cold shower, but it didn't matter. She grabbed her keys and headed for Joe's.
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