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.

So, no, things aren't going to turn sour. We're basically just tying up all of our loose ends before we move on to the sequel, which is currently untitled. It will have something to do with noise though, as did the other stories in the trilogy.

Basically, all we'll say about the sequel is that Addison and Mark prepare for the baby, Mer and Der plan their wedding and one of Mer's interns (yes, they'll be residents), a notorious socialite/ party girl turned doctor will make a play for Derek.

But for now, enjoy this.

Reviews, please?

Cristina practically choked on the lo mein she was inhaling. "Propose?" She repeated. "As in holy matrimony, till death do us part?"

"That's the idea," Derek confirmed. "What do you think?"

"Uh, it pretty much only matters what Meredith thinks." Izzie pointed out, snatching the noodles from Cristina.

"Dude, she worships the ground you walk on. Buy a pretty ring; propose the right way and you can't lose." Alex said, dipping an egg roll in duck sauce.

"Right." Derek said. "The proposal. The ring."

George laughed through a mouthful of General Tso's. "Did you like, forget about that part or something?"

Derek looked at him. "Maybe a little."

He turned to the girls. "Cristina, Izzie." He said, flashing them his McDreamy smile. They looked at him with looks of mixed disgust and amusement.

"Is that supposed to work on me?" Cristina asked. "Cause, no offense, but you have way too much hair."

Derek rolled his eyes. "Ring shopping." He said. "I can't do stuff like that."

"You have actually been married." Izzie said, snuggling up with Alex on an armchair.

"And my sisters helped me pick out Addison's ring," Derek protested, "Come on. Please. I don't know stuff about cuts and carats. And I'd ask Addie, but that could be a little…."

"Dude, no." Alex said, revealing all the food he was currently chewing.

"Babe. Please." Izzie said, looking at his opened jaw in disgust.

There was a knock at the door and Mark walked in. "Ah," he said, smirking. "If it isn't a typical night at La Casa Intern."

Alex practically jumped out of his seat, and began stammering offers to Mark. A drink, some food, anything. Mark held up his hand. "Karev, we talked about this. It's gotta stop."

"Yeah." Alex said, sitting down.

Cristina grinned. "Watch it, Iz. Alex has a crush."

"Yang, you're like, barely a girl." Alex retorted.

George snorted. "Try living with her and Burke. If she's not a girl, I'm suddenly very frightened."

"Bambi," Cristina snapped. "We're not talking about what you overhear of my sex life. We're talking about this… proposal."

Mark blinked. "Who's getting hitched? You and Torres?" he asked, eyeing George. George's eyes widened and he shook his head fervently.

"Karev?" he tried again. "Cause I know it's not Yang. But seriously, dude, I didn't think you had the balls…" Alex was shaking his head almost as rapidly as George as Izzie rolled her eyes from her position perched on his lap.

Derek sat, fingers on his temples, glaring at Cristina. "Thanks." He muttered to her, attracting Mark's attention.

His newly reinstated best friend let out a low whistle. "Wow." He said. "Do you know how you're going to do it? Let me see the ring."

"There's no ring!" Derek all but shouted. "There's no plan, there's just…."

"Apparently, this notion just struck him right now." Izzie said, smiling.

Mark made a face and shook his head. "Oh, Derek, you have so much to learn." He said. He walked to the kitchen, grabbed the bottle of Scotch Derek kept there, and the bottle of Jack Daniel's they kept for him, and two glasses. He ambled back into the living room.

"Okay," he said, sitting down. "We can plan this." Derek rolled his eyes.

"It's hardly a craniotomy, Mark." He said. But he accepted the scotch and listened to them all the same.

"You were out cold when I got home this morning." Meredith said, kissing Derek on the cheek and handing him a coffee.

He smiled. "Yea, everyone was over, and Mark and I got into our respective bottles…" he trailed off and grinned.

"Isn't it weird how this worked out?" she mused. "You and Mark are best friends. Addison and I are close. All the couples, all the friends."

"Yea." He said, leaning closer to her. "On call room, later?" he whispered in her ear.

She laughed. "It's 8:30 in the morning. You are so dirty." She started walking away, but turned around and mouthed 'Page me' as she backed into the elevator.

When she finally got off work, she returned home to find the brothel- one of Mark's nicknames for her home, not hers, emptier than usual. Only Izzie was there, and Meredith hopped on a stool at the island in the kitchen and watched her bake, the TV tuned to E's coverage of some celebrity wedding.

"Talk about a wedding to remember." Izzie commented. Meredith nodded. "You want to hear something I'd never to admit to say, Alex or Cristina?" Izzie asked, leaning conspiringly over the counter towards Meredith. "I've been thinking about weddings lately." She admitted.

She added something to her batter and stirred. "Could you see me marrying Alex?"

Meredith smiled. "I can see you marrying Alex. I'm still working on Alex marrying anything but his own reflection."

Izzie snorted and rolled her eyes in agreement. "He'd die if he knew we were even having this conversation. Weddings are just so romantic, you know? With the ring and the whole nine yards….." she trailed off. "What would you want yours to look like?"

Meredith shrugged. "A ring? I've never given it much thought. Simple I guess. Elegant. And maybe scattered diamonds, not just one. And no rock the size of Jupiter, either." She paused and looked thoughtfully at Izzie. "Why?"

"Just a question." Izzie said, a little defensively. "What about George and Callie? Do you think they'll get married?"

Meredith considered this. "What do you think their kids would look like?" she asked with a wrinkled nose. Izzie looked at her, obviously picturing this, with a look of horror on her pretty face. The two broke out into a fit of giggles.

"It's weird when we're so happy." Meredith said as Izzie poured batter into a pan.

"I got laid today." Izzie said. "That's why."

Meredith nodded. "Me too. Where were you?"

"Linen closet."

"On call room." She considered this. "How's the linen closet thing work?"

"Floor, against a shelf. Whatever. How's the on call room?"

Meredith shook her head. "You don't want to know. A lot of twisting, and a lot of bending."

Izzie wrinkled her nose and blinked. "You're right. I don't want to know." She slid the pan in the oven. "Do you think George and Callie do it at work?"

They both considered this, and were again, over taken by laughter.

"So how are you planning on asking her?" George asked. He was on call, as were Derek and Mark. It was a super slow night and George and Mark had been passing the time by asking Derek questions about the proposal.

"Asking who what?"

"Addison!" Mark all but bellowed. "What are you doing here?"

She rolled her eyes. "I had to check on a premie. The nurse said she'd been having trouble breathing, but unless her monitor is spitting out faulty test results, I don't think so." She looked at them. "Okay, you look like kids caught in the cookie jar. What's going on?"

Derek cleared his throat. "Addison. I'm thinking of asking Meredith…." He trailed off. "This isn't a reflection on anything but how I feel about Meredith…"

Mark rolled his eyes. "He's proposing to McDoe Eyes."

George looked at him, his face twisted into a look of horror. "Seriously?"

Addison pursed her lips, nodded and sighed. "You need help with the ring?"

Derek looked up at her. "Really?"

"Well it is my area of expertise." She said, the Cartier jewels on her own hands flashing appropriately, as if to prove her point.

Derek beamed up at her, like she had just descended from the Heavens. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." He said. She rolled her eyes, but sat down next to Mark and started discussing it with them anyway.

A few minutes into the public versus private proposal debate, George looked over at Mark. "Did you seriously say McDoe Eyes?"

Mark glared at him. "O' Malley, don't you have somewhere to be?"

George snorted. "Yea, McCheekbones," he said, rising from the chair he had been occupying. "I'm on my way."

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