Title: Loud And Clear
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 One Hell Of a Racket. Babies, weddings, and rain. Seattle at it's finest. Babysitting for the ex wife, meeting the family, planning the wedding and fending off the intern. All in a day's work.
Author's Note: The final story in our trilogy. We're staring two days from where 'Racket' left off. Also, we made up all the names and details of Derek's family, save for Nancy, who we adore, by the way.
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Okay, so you hate Bridget. That's good. We want you to hate Bridget. Bridget is like the anti Mer. Mer is kind, compassionate and sort of quirky, and out there. Insecure sometimes. Bridget is self centered, rude, cocky and an all out bombshell who gets what she wants. And now she wants Derek. Read on.
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"Give me a dirty martini." Bridget said, sliding onto a stool. She sighed and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply, trying not to hate all of Seattle. There was something about this city that aggravated her beyond belief. New York was intoxicating, a beautiful lit up city with a dark and dirty underbelly. It was in a league of its own. At least in L.A. you knew all you were getting was superficial partying with great shopping. But Seattle was unexplainable. It just didn't move fast enough for her, and she didn't know how long she could take it.
"You must be new in town." The bartender said, sliding her drink to her. She smiled and brushed her bangs out of her eyes.
"Bridget Neilson." She said. "I just started at Seattle Grace. Intern."
The bartender raised his eyebrows and studied her. "The Bridget Neilson?" he asked. "My boyfriend follows you religiously." Bridget smiled again.
"That's me." She said. "And you are…?"
"Joe." He said. "I own the bar." Bridget's attention was drawn to a commotion at the door. Meredith came in surrounded by what Bridget had sarcastically dubbed her entourage. Mark and Addison, Cristina and Burke, Alex and Izzie traipsed in after her. At work, Bridget smiled dutifully at them and referred to them all as doctor, but in her head, she scornfully used their first names. She rolled her eyes at them as they all sat on stools, occupying half the bar.
"Joe!" her resident called, either not seeing Bridget or choosing to ignore her.
"Meredith!" Joe boomed, leaning over the bar to muss her hair with his outstretched hand.
"We have a dispute to settle, Joe." Meredith announced. "Dr. Sloan here seems to think that he can, what was it you said, Mark?" she asked, grinning devilishly. "Oh right, drink me under the table." She slapped a palm on the bar. "Those are fighting words."
Addison massaged her temples and groaned. "Oh, this is such a bad idea." She muttered, looking at Meredith. "If you have to get your stomach pumped again, Derek is going to kill me." Meredith ignored her, and smiled at Joe.
"Tequila for me, Jack Daniels for McSteamy." She said, jerking a thumb at Mark. "Keep them coming. At least until someone passes out or throws up." Joe raised a skeptical eyebrow at her as he wiped down the bar.
"I try to avoid having anyone passing out in my bar, Mer." He said. Meredith just waved a nonchalant hand at him.
"We're all doctors. Addison will take care of Mark when he hits the floor." Addison looked at her boyfriend, the father of her child, and her ex- husband's fiancée and rolled her eyes dramatically in an over exaggerated gesture.
"They're like children, Joe." She said. "Don't give in." Meredith caught Joe's eyes and grinned. Joe sighed and shook his head.
"Sorry, Addison. I can't resist that Meredith Grey smile."
Addison smirked at Meredith. "It's okay Joe. I have yet to meet a man who can."
Alex chuckled. "I can." He said. Izzie rolled her eyes at him and leaned over towards Addison, pretending like she had some big secret to share.
"Don't let him fool you. One smile and she'll have him bringing her grilled cheese sandwiches." Addison stifled a laugh as she shot a sidelong glance at Alex, who she knew, also harbored some brotherly affection for Meredith, just like Mark and Burke did. Bridget watched in amazement. Meredith Grey would be nothing in L.A. She'd barely get noticed in New York. But here she was, with a gorgeous fiancée, all these friends, and a mysterious ability to charm alcohol and food out of men who adored her like a little sister. Bridget picked up her second drink, lighting another Marlboro light and blowing smoke out in a perfect stream. She hated Seattle. Meredith caught her eyes as Joe filled shot glasses.
"Dr. Neilson." She said. Bridget appraised her thin hair, pretty but forgettable face, and the simple charcoal colored shirt clinging to her thin frame.
"Hello Dr. Grey." She said. Meredith smiled awkwardly.
"See you tomorrow." She offered. Bridget gave her a listless smile and took a long drag off of her cigarette.
"Yea." She said, her tone lacking any trace of warmth or sincerity. Meredith turned her attention away as Joe set down two shot glasses in front of her and Mark.
"You're going down, Doe Eyes."
"Doe Eyes? You can do better than that, dirty mistress."
"Adulterous whore." Mark shot back. Meredith smirked at him, and they clinked their glasses together, tipping back the liquid. Cristina marked a tally on the napkin she was using to keep score and Joe poured them each another.
Addison groaned as she watched with Burke, Alex and Izzie. "Why do I let them behave like teenagers?" she wondered aloud. Burke eyed her until she turned to him, exasperated. "What is it, Preston?" she demanded.
He shrugged. "At least you know tonight you and Derek won't be the ones who have done something stupid." Addison brightened and smiled.
"Mer, at least tell me you feel sick." Mark said weakly, twelve or thirteen shots later. Meredith grinned and threw her head, back pouring more tequila down her throat.
"Not at all." She said. She slapped her hand on the bar for emphasis. "Drink up, Sloan." She said, laughing as he winced and took his shot. "Madam Scorekeeper!" she shouted at Cristina. "Where the hell are we?" Cristina made a face and calmly sipped her own drink.
"Tied up at fourteen." She said, cocking an eyebrow at Meredith. Mark took a deep breath and ran a hand over his hair.
"Joe, line me up four." He said. Meredith folded her arms and watched as Joe set the glasses down and Mark took them consecutively, one after another. Meredith smirked as he gulped from Addison's diet coke after the final shot.
"Impressive." She said. "Give me five, Joe."
"Oh, come on!" Mark shouted. Joe laughed as he placed glasses in front of his favorite customer. Her friends looked on in a mixture of shock and admiration as Meredith took all five, and refused a chaser at the end. She raised her arms in the air in triumph. "Nineteen, eighteen." She said, taunting Mark in a sing-song voice. "What do you say, Mark?"
He sighed heavily. "I can't lose to a girl who barely tops a hundred pounds. Give me another Joe."
"Me too!" Meredith chimed in. Joe watched nervously as they both took one more, but this time, Mark leapt off his stool and bolted for the bathroom.
"You win, Grey." He called over his shoulder. They burst out laughing as Meredith cheered drunkenly and the door opened. Bridget sucked in a breath as Derek Shepherd appeared in the door. She watched as his eyes fell on Meredith and lit up as her looked at her. She seemed to notice him at the exact same time. She slid off the stool and crossed the bar to meet him, jumping up and hooking her legs around him. He hoisted her up so her legs were hooked around his waist and laughed at her. She leaned down and kissed him.
"I love you." She said. Derek laughed again, carrying her over, and setting her butt on a barstool, keeping his arms around her. She kept her arms around his neck, and her legs hooked around his hips.
"You're drunk." Derek said. Meredith nodded proudly.
"I out drank Mark." She said. "Twenty to nineteen." Derek snorted at this and looked around.
"Where is he?"
"Throwing up in the bathroom." Meredith said, kissing him again. Derek pulled away uncertainly.
"You're not going to be sick are you?"
Meredith giggled. "Nope. I'm drunk. And horny. But I'm not going to be sick." Derek smirked at her, pushing hair out of her eyes.
"That is very good news, Dr. Grey."
"Derek, let's go home." She urged. "We can do that thing…" she trailed off and he raised an eyebrow at her. She leaned in and whispered something in his ear. His face lit up and picked her up again, and headed for the door, waving goodbye to their friends as they left.
"I think I'm going to join McSteamy in the bathroom after witnessing that." Cristina muttered.
Derek was much better off than Addison. Addison was bringing Mark seltzer water as he threw up in their toilet. On the other hand, Derek was holding Meredith's arms back above her head. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and the noises she was making could be described as nothing short of screaming.
Derek didn't mind it when Meredith got extremely drunk. In fact, he thought to himself in a lust filled haze, he rather enjoyed it. Her nails dug into his wrists as she writhed beneath him. She closed her eyes, threw her head back and called out his name, and Derek let her arms go, unable to hold it in himself. Meredith's hand found his hair and tangled there for the last few minutes. He rolled off of her, and looked over smiling.
"Oh my God." Meredith said breathlessly. "That was… oh my God." She frowned. Derek lifted himself onto his elbow and looked down at her. She swung over the edge of the bed, and stumbled into the hallway. "Throwing up now." She muttered.
The next morning, Meredith's interns hovered by the nurse's station, where Meredith stood with Derek, Addison, Mark, Alex and Izzie. Meredith was smiling, and Mark was glaring at her. "Of course you had to be all bright eyed and bushy tailed." He growled. Meredith grinned.
"Hey, I was sick last night." She said. "I just had something to distract me from it."
"Yeah, it distracted you for four hours." Alex complained.
Meredith laughed. "You have somewhere else to sleep." She told him.
"Well I don't." Izzie interjected, "And I do actually like to sleep. And your screaming orgasms are not conducive to sleeping."
Meredith rolled her eyes. "Exaggerate much?" she asked. "I do not scream." Alex and Izzie gave her a look, and Derek stood next to her looking smug.
"Give me a break," Izzie said. "Oh my God, Derek, that's so good. Oh, Oh God. Yes Meredith you do scream." Meredith blushed a deep red and Derek smirked over her head at Mark and Addison. Izzie turned to him. "Oh, like you don't McDreamy." She started mimicking again. "Oh my God, yes, Mer, that's perfect. God, you're beautiful." She rolled her eyes, and noticed her friends were all focused on the steps behind her. She whirled around. "Chief Webber. How awkward."
The chief crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows. "You think this makes me comfortable? Leaving the hospital when I don't know if you all are going to be saving lives, or just milling around, talking about your sex lives. Stevens, this is not the set of a porn movie. Shepherd, I've passed you in an on call room, you're both pretty damn loud. The rest of you, this is a hospital. Save lives. Go."
They dispersed, Meredith's interns snickering at her as they went. Another day had started on Seattle.