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.
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"Well I've got a plan, I'll drink for forty days and forty nights, a sip for every second hand tick." - Brand New
Meredith was a whirlwind of emotions. Seriously, someone could have ripped her heart out, dumped it in a blender and made an emotional smoothie out of her insides, because she was feeling everything right now.
There was just one thing bursting through the surface. Pure anger. At first she had been sad, devastated in a crying all night, can't sleep kind of way. But now she was frustrated and pissed.
Thank God for Mark. He was being really great and really un Mark like about this. Driving her home when she was drunk, defending her with Derek, plus today he let her in on a really cool surgery.
She was assisting on a full facial reconstruction. Someone's face was in her hands. Literally. Screw brain surgery. Okay, don't screw brain surgery. She was just really, really angry now.
"Thank you." She said to Mark in the scrub room as she removed the bloody plastic covering her after the surgery. "I needed that."
He smiled. Not a McSteamy smile, a friendly smile. A dirty mistress smile. "Anytime."
Meredith laid a gentle hand on his arm. "I've been all narcissistic about this. You okay?"
He nodded. "I can forgiver her for this, Mer. Eventually, I'll forgive her for this."
She nodded. "It's going to take me a little bit of time."
Mark nodded, and leaned against the sink, both of them facing into the O.R. "Yea, I know." He said. "I know."
High school was not a pleasant time for Addison Montgomery. She was in the band. She had braces. Enough said. She tried to forget that time existed in the course of her life, but now, standing here, outside the hospital scanning the tables for a friendly face, and clutching her tray of food, she felt downright juvenile.
Mark and Meredith were sitting at a table, together, with George and the ortho doctor. Torres, Addison thought, racking her brain for a name. Meredith saw her gaze and looked down. Mark just met her with a cool stare. He turned distinctly to Meredith and said something.
Addison felt the pain of his cool rejection in her deep and vulnerable places that she had shown to few people in her lifetime. She kept looking. Derek was sitting at a table with Preston and Alex Karev, pushing pasta around with a fork, pretending to have a conversation while obsessively staring at Mark and Meredith.
Addison wasn't about to add fuel to the fire by joining that particular table. Finally, she was met with a pair of kind eyes, attached to an immaculate face and a tall, blonde body. Stevens. Addison walked toward her, and set her tray at exactly the same time as Cristina. Addison swallowed hard. Izzie nodded at her, smiling, and she sat down.
Cristina ignored Addison and turned to Izzie. "I kind of wish that Burke would kiss someone else. Sure, Meredith's miserable, but God is she getting good surgeries."
"Cristina." Izzie said sharply, shooting a look at Addison.
"What?" Cristina snapped. "I'm not concerned with her feelings or whatever." She looked across the table at Addison for the first time. "Look, I know she did it to you, and it was wrong. But she doesn't deserve this."
"You think that's what this was? Revenge?"
"If the Manolo fits, Addison." Cristina said, spitting out the name like it was something she didn't like the taste of. With that she got up, yanked her tray off the table and plunked it down at the table with Derek, Burke and Alex.
"I'm sorry." Izzie said.
Addison smiled a humorless smile. "Please, Stevens. I should apologize. I never wanted to…" she trailed off, opening her bottle of water and taking a sip.
"People make mistakes." Izzie said softly. "People make mistakes." She turned her gaze fondly in Alex's direction. Addison nodded.
"Thank you." She said. She and Izzie looked up in time to see Derek push his chair back, and occupy the only empty one at the table Meredith was seated at.
"Meredith, talk to me." He pleaded.
"Derek, just go." She said, not meeting his eyes. He stood up, surprising Addison, who hadn't thought he'd give up so easily.
Of course, he hadn't. "Kiss George." He said, earning a look from Callie. "Kiss Alex." Izzie's eyes narrowed. "Kiss Mark for God's sakes. Kiss anyone you want. I'll watch. Hurt me like I hurt you."
She stood up to face him. "You really think that this all boils down to that one stupid kiss? Don't be pathetic Derek." She hissed. With that, she stormed away.
Later that day, as she was leaving the hospital, Addison felt awful. Her Jimmy Choo stilettos were killing her feet. Her Marni dress felt too eclectic and her D & G accessories were all wrong. Not even being wrapped in her brand new Michael Kors coat was making her feel any better about herself.
She hoisted her Ralph Lauren Ricky bag onto her shoulder, and in doing so, caught a glimpse of the person she needed to talk to. "Derek." She called across the lobby, getting his attention. He turned and walked toward her, looking as awful as she felt.
"You miss her." She said.
"How can you tell?"
Addison smiled. "Cause you look like shit." They eyed each other for a minute, and in spite of the hole they had dug for themselves, laughed together. Derek put a hand on Addison's shoulder as he wiped his eyes.
"Thank you." He said.
Turning his head to the side he saw Meredith and Mark, just standing in the middle of the lobby, staring at them. Meredith's eyes were narrowed into slits, and Mark was shaking his head.
"Mark." Addison said, moving towards him, blindly. "This isn't what it looks like."
Derek, for once, didn't say anything. He just stared at Meredith. She stared back at him, and for what felt like the millionth time in two days, walked away. She kept walking until she had walked right into the Emerald City Bar and plopped herself down on a stool.
"You know I met him here, Joe? Thanks for that. Thanks a lot."
Joe sighed and looked at her, his face in an expression of pity. "Still no resolution to the kiss heard round the world?"
She shook her head at him, and he filled a double shot glass and pushed it across the bar. "First one's on me tonight, Grey."
An hour later, it was all a little fuzzy. Meredith had bought herself a lot of shots. Mark had bought her a lot of shots. Cristina, George, Alex, Izzie and Callie had all bought her shots. Even Burke had bought her shots.
She had a lot of shots. And now, everything was spinning and a lot of different colors. She was past the point of throwing up. She had felt the nausea coming, and simply drank past it.
She downed Mark's shot of Jack Daniels and signaled for another. "I think you're way past your limit, Meredith." Joe said.
"Joe." She said loudly, drunkenly. "Just one more."
Joe shook his head firmly. "Go home, Mer."
She nodded, and looked around. It looked like everyone was drunk. Mark was playing darts with Alex and George while Izzie and Callie, like bonded or something. Cristina and Burke were sitting with them, watching the game. They were happy drunk people.
Meredith was not a happy drunk tonight. She didn't want to parade on their rain. No that wasn't right. Rain on their floats, or parade or something. Whatever. It didn't matter. She would just walk back to the hospital and by the time she got there, she'd be sober enough to drive home.
Right. She stumbled across the street and dug in her purse for her keys. "Keys?" she muttered under her breath. Wow. Everything was really spinning now. Upside down spinning. Oh no. This was so not a healthy spin.
That was Meredith's last thought before her eyes rolled back in her head and she hit the pavement.
Miranda Bailey had left her cell phone in her car. Normally it wouldn't matter. As the on call resident, she'd be so busy, she'd barely have time to breathe, let alone make phone calls, but she was afraid her son would wake up.
Her husband called her when her son woke up, so she could talk to him. Calm him down. She didn't want to miss such a call, so when she had a moment to breathe, she made a beeline for her car.
She frowned at the sight of Grey's Jeep in the parking lot. That girl was supposed to be gone hours ago. A rush of foreboding over her, Bailey strode toward the car, there on the ground, crumpled next to the driver's side, was Meredith.
" You foolish, foolish child." She muttered, feeling for a pulse. It was faint. Too faint. She ran inside the hospital. "I need a gurney!" she shouted. "And page Shepherd."
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