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.
Would you all support a sequel? A Maddison baby, MerDer wedding sequel? Let us know. Sorry the update took so freaking long. Finals happened. Then going home happened.
Reviews, please?
"I'm looking out for love, the big, big love." -Lindsey Buckingham
I wish I loved someone else. Anyone else. A mob boss, a drug dealer, a gay money launderer, any of them would be easier to love than Derek Shepherd.
Meredith was sitting in the hospital bed, seriously ready to kill herself out of sheer boredom. She had twiddled her thumbs until they hurt, counted tiles in the ceiling until her eye burned, and was now staring numbly as the television played One Life To Live.
Bailey strode in purposefully, clucking her tongue at Meredith. "Grey." She barked. "The good news is you can leave as soon as O'Malley has time to discharge you and drive you home."
"Home? I'm supposed to be on call tonight."
"You were supposed to be on call. But instead you'll be resting."
Meredith started to utter protests, but Bailey shot her a look that silenced her. "Grey, don't even think about whining. I found you passed out in the parking lot. We had to pump your stomach. Rest and reflect on how stupid that was."
Meredith winced and hung her head. "I know." She said quietly, her hands fiddling with her bed sheet.
Bailey eyed her sternly. "I know how hard it was to see that." She said. "But you fall apart without him."
Meredith nodded and stared intently at her hands. "I know. But I just can't…." She dragged the word out until it died on her lips.
Bailey nodded back at her. "If it makes you feel any better, he falls apart without you too." She gathered Meredith's chart and headed towards the door. "The man looks like shit." Bailey said, before heading out back into the hospital.
Meredith allowed herself a small smile, and pulled the CD Derek had sent out of her bedside table. She ran her hands over it, and felt distinctly like she should have picked something up from this. She sighed and put it back in the draw, hearing it land on the wood bottom with a thud. She slammed the drawer shut and closed her hands over the hard plastic of the remote control. Sighing, she switched the channel and waited for George.
It was almost six thirty by the time George came and discharged her. The sun was fleeing below the horizon and the skyline was illuminated by the last rays of light. Meredith sighed, looking at it as she walked with George to the car.
She climbed in the passenger seat of her Jeep, and didn't protest at all when George thrust the keys into the ignition. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared out the window.
"I'm sorry." George said. "That no paid attention to you. That we just let you… you know."
She shook her head and smiled. "Oh George. Please don't apologize. If anyone should have to apologize…"
"Still, I should have kept an eye on you."
"George, I'm a big girl. But thanks." They lapsed into silence, and Meredith stared out the passenger window, trying to stop the scenery from blurring as they sped past.
George pulled the Jeep up to a slow stop at a red light near the house. He looked over at Meredith. "I'm sure he's sorry." George said.
Meredith's eyes stayed straight ahead. She didn't want to cry again. "Light's green."
George rolled up to the curb, and helped her inside. Meredith started up the steps, and saw a glint of red out of the corner of her eye. Addison was sitting on her front porch, her coat, scarf and gloves all in neat coordination.
"Hey." She said. George looked between the two women, as if they were playing tennis and Addison had just served the ball.
"Hey." Meredith said, smiling at her.
"So you're home."
"So you're here."
"Do you mind?"
Meredith shook her head. She really didn't mind. This was going to be really embarrassing, which is why she would never admit it to anyone but her own twisted thoughts, but she liked Addison.
"I'm confused as to why, though." Addison motioned for George to open the door.
"It's cold out, Mer. Let's do this inside."
Meredith was sitting on the couch in the living room, when Addison extended a plastic container to her. Clear, hard plastic. Like a take out container. Meredith accepted it and looked inside. Carmel swirl cheesecake. Her favorite. Derek's favorite.
Her attention was drawn to a blue post it note, stuck to the top of the container. There, in Derek's classic doctor scrawl, it said,
For Meredith…..
The last piece of cheesecake.
-D.
She held it in her hands, looked up and wordlessly handed it to George. She laughed. Addison didn't know if it was a bitter laugh, or just a shocked one, but oh, it was a laugh.
"Do you see what he's doing?" Meredith asked George.
George looked up at her. "The mix CD. Pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake…."
"Oh my God." Meredith whispered. It was Addison's turn to look back and forth between them. "I can't believe…"
"What?" Addison asked her.
Meredith shook her head. "It's nothing. Thank you, Addison."
The hospital doors slid open, and the cold air hit Derek like a wall. It felt good, though, once he adjusted. He breathed in the cold, let it fill his lungs and clear his head.
He would not slink back to his trailer in misery tonight. This had gone on long enough. He walked briskly to his car, leaned against it, and breathed deeply one more time. He took a long, lingering look at the skyline, and smiled.
He was opening the front door to his car and getting ready to slide in when there was a cough behind him. Bailey was standing there, in her usual stance of arms crossed over her chest, as if ready to go to battle. She looked at him, eyebrows raised.
"You moving or something?" she asked, looking at all the boxes in the back of his car.
Derek grinned at her. "I hope so, Miranda. I hope so."
Bailey's eyes narrowed. "This is why I can not take you freaking men. You, and Sloan, and Dr. Burke. You all think you're so damn fine…." She trailed off, and started walking to her car. "Miranda." She muttered under her breath. "You Miranda me one more time and see what happens, boy."
Meredith rolled over in her bed, unable to sleep. She rolled back, and then flipped to her stomach all together. Now, completely entangled in her bed sheets, she was no better off than she had been.
Confusion swirled around her like a cloud. It covered her in a fog she couldn't see through. She wasn't even positive her thoughts were coherent, even to herself. At first she thought it might be the after effects of the alcohol, and then she realized, nope. Derek was just slowly driving her insane.
Now she thought she heard….music?
"Great, I'm hallucinating." She muttered to herself. "And talking to myself." She winced, and rolled back over. It persisted though. The melody she thought she heard rising in the air.
But she didn't just think she heard it. It was there. She got up, and padded over to her window and looked down. Her breath caught in her throat, because outside, was Derek, surrounded by bags and boxes, holding a radio over his head.
Holding a radio over his head outside of her window. She reached down, and wrenched the window upwards, feeling the cold air rush in the window.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Will you open the door?"
"Derek."
"Meredith, please."
For some reason she could never resist that line. Meredith, please. She just slammed the window down and walked down stairs. She unlocked the door and flung it open, letting the frigid air fill the house.
She wrapped her arms around her and stepped out onto the front porch, and watched in bewilderment as Derek loaded his arms with boxes and bags. He carried them all inside and dropped them promptly on the floor.
"What are you doing?" she asked, as the load of things clunked onto the hardwood.
"Moving in." he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Moving in? Here?"
He grabbed both of her hands. "It's the only place I want to be. Really. We can stay here as long as you want. And I hope it's always filled with interns and Burke and my ex wife and her boyfriend, and that we can never actually finish having sex."
She gave him a look.
"Okay, I lied." He said. "But I'm so, so sorry that everything that happened, happened."
"Do you know why I got so upset?" she whispered.
He nodded.
"I'm so scared of not being good enough for you Derek."
"Meredith, I love you."
"And I love you. So much it's the only thing I can feel. But I'm not Addison. And maybe Addison isn't even who you want anymore, but someday, there's going to be someone who is that committed, and who is perfect for you. I can't be the transition from the first great love of your life to the next. I can't."
Derek blinked rapidly, several times, fighting tears. He reached out and wrapped his arms around her. Stroking her back and her hair, he whispered, "Meredith, there is no first and second. You're the only great love. Believe that."
Meredith laughed into his chest through the tears that threatened to spill over her eyes. "I saved you half the cheesecake." She admitted.
Derek pulled away from her, still holding her arms and grinned. "I love you, Meredith Grey."
She kissed him, long, deep, and slow. "I love you Dr. Shepherd." She kicked his bag out of the way, and grinned. "You live here."
So I wished I loved someone else. The truth is anyone would be easier to love than Derek Shepherd. The problem with that truth is that he's the only one I ever will love.
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