Title: The Best Laid Plans
Authors: Sara and Lizzie
Rating: T for violence, language, maybe sex
Disclaimer: Obviously the show does not belong to two college girls.
Summary: An OR gets taken hostage by a love struck woman whose fiancé is dying. Meredith gets caught in the cross fire and no one is safe. But, it's all in the name of love, right?
Author's Note: Yea, it's a cliché, but we're obsessed and back to writing game, so feed our egos and review. Updates have been lax since we both began college, but we couldn't stay away for long. Please review. It's our heroin.
So about Addison in the last chapter (this is for you, Elphie Fae, cause we know you love Addison, and we love you) we were not necessarily trying to make her Bitchy McBitch for no reason. We were trying to say that she's frustrated, and she doesn't want to give in and lay down and let Meredith walk over her to Derek.
The OR confrontation was her own way of telling Meredith that she understands they love each other, and she's not going to fight her. Hope that makes more sense.
This update took us so long to write. Every character had different wants and needs….
Addison: Uh, why are you making me such a bitch?!
Us: We're trying to give you a personality. Something to do besides crying. Or having pity sex with Mark. Or Alex. Or a random, shirtless patient.
Addison: Oh. Okay. Well, make me nice again. And give me some Prada.
Us: Sure. Anything you say.
Derek: (striding in) Um, can I please have my lusty intern?
Liz: Dude, patience. Don't you need to like, clear your head? Cast a rod or something?
Meredith: Seriously? I don't have time to like, wait for you guys to get over writers block right now. If I don't get Derek back, I'll probably like, put the moves on a chick, or the chief or something.
You see the pressure??? (okay, yea, we're crazy.)
Thoughts are italics.
Enjoy. Review. As always, we love you guys.
She wasn't meeting his eyes. She could feel his ice blue ones boring into her head, into her face. She sighed and bit her lip, sighing, because she felt the heat and lust radiating from his eyes. She took a deep breath, and prepared to say it.
"I can't wait any longer."
"I asked her for a divorce."
She ignored the bedside chair that she's sat in for so many days and sat right on his bed this time. "What?"
"Addison." Derek said, the upper corners of his perfect lips twitching into a small smile. "She was just here. And I asked her for a divorce. I was afraid you might not wait for me much longer."
She fought tears in her eyes and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck. His arms snaked around her waist and his head rested just above her breasts.
There, in that moment, they were perfect. No stolen glances, no longing for each other. No more laying bed at night, wondering why, how they had lost something so perfect. Meredith Grey was finished. The search was over. The boys in the bars were no more. She had him again. She felt whole.
He nails scratched across the back of his strong neck. His ice blue eyes locked into her gray ones, and she felt like she couldn't breathe. She felt him in her gut, and she gladly would have drowned in that feeling.
Their lips could have crashed on top of each other, urgent from the months of longing for the other's contact, but they came together slowly, as if their lips were drawn together by a force.
Her fingers slid from the back of his neck and down the shoulder of his hospital gown. Her small hands slid over the smooth skin of his shoulder, collarbone and chest. Her touch soothed him, and he responded by slowly sliding his own hands up her light blue scrub top.
His hands scorched her stomach and the breasts they came in contact with. Their lips parted for a second, but barely moved apart. "Oh, Derek…" she said, her lips moving against his. She slipped her tongue back inside his mouth, and ran a shaking hand through his wavy hair.
His arms around her, his lips on hers. It filled the deep ache that had plagued her for months. Every fiber in her being screamed that this was right; this was what she had been searching for.
"Oh sweet Jesus." George said in the door way. He dropped the chart he was holding, and backed away. "Uh, I'm sorry?" he stammered hands over his eyes, just over the threshold in the hallway.
Meredith pulled her mouth away from Derek's, looked at him, and for the first time in months, really laughed. "George!" she called.
With a priceless look of confusion and horror on his face, George stepped into the room. "What's going on?" he asked slowly.
Meredith raised her eyebrows and, with a smile on her face, turned to Derek. He smiled. "Dr. O' Malley." He said, the charm back in his voice and the life back in his eyes. "I'm getting a divorce."
"And that's why Meredith is in your bed?"
Meredith and Derek looked at each other, exaggerated pondering looks on both of their faces. "Yes." She declared, pressing her swollen lips to his cheek.
Izzie's sing song voice vibrated from the hallway. "George?" she called. "Did you get Dr. Shepherd's Meredith?" She clapped a hand to her forehead. "Chart!" she said. "I meant chart."
She walked into the room and stood next to George. "Only now that we're on the subject, what is this?"
Meredith grinned. "He's getting a divorce."
Cristina walked into the room, actually reading Derek's chart. She slammed into Izzie, who practically knocked over George. "Who's getting a divorce?"
She looked up at the bed, and pushed her hair out of her face. "Oh Jesus." She muttered. "What, you guys just decided to do the McNasty in his hospital bed. God, Mer, self control?"
Meredith blushed and sat up, so she was more leaning onto the pillow from an upright position, than lying on the bed with him. He looked up at her, and smiled, a real McDreamy smile. It was a smile that spread to his eyes, and made them sparkle. He was finally happy again.
He tucked a tendril of Meredith's hair behind her ear, and let his hand linger on the smoothness of her cheek. She smiled down at him, her eyes shining. His world was moving in slow motion as she rested one of her tiny hands on the back of his neck, and trailed them up into his hair.
"Karev, I told you to take immaculate care of him, since he is one your bosses."
"Dr. Burke, I swear, I've been on top of it!" They heard Alex's voice. The two burst into the room, and stopped short, Alex running into Burke as they surveyed the crowd in Derek's room.
"Dude." Alex said. "You guys were totally macking. Don't even deny it."
"Alex, where the hell have you been?" George asked.
"Excellent question, Dr. O'Malley." Burke muttered.
"He's getting divorced." Izzie muttered, leading George and Alex out of the room. A small, knowing, secretive smile graced Burke's lips. He nodded to Derek and exited also. He was reaching to shut the door behind him, when he noticed Cristina, standing, staring at them.
"Cristina." He said gently, gesturing with his head toward the hallway.
She shook her head. "You go." She told him, smiling. "I'll be right there." She turned back to Meredith and Derek, and she was anything but smiles. "So this is it, Mer?" She asked.
Meredith lifted her hand from its current position entangled in Derek's hair. She lifted herself further off of the bed until she was just sitting on the edge. "Cristina, what are you…?"
"He hurt you, Meredith. He chose Addison over you, and then what? He kept on being McDreamy to you, because he didn't want you to get over him. And now what? All of a sudden he decides to choose you, and you're okay with that?"
"Cristina!" she said, biting her lip. Why did she always have to do that articulate the thoughts she didn't want to think herself. "It's not like that. "
"No, Meredith it's exactly like that." Cristina looked down. "Meredith, go."
"No."
"I need to talk to him, go." She said in a voice that one couldn't call harsh, but definitely was not leaving room for negotiation.
Derek nodded. "Mer, I'd like a word with Dr. Yang." He said, squeezing her hand. She nodded and left the room, hovering outside with her ear pressed against the door.
"Dr. Shepherd, I really don't like you very much." Cristina said bluntly. "You're a good surgeon. But you hurt her, in a way that nobody deserves to be hurt. And you kept hurting her. And I can't stand back and let you hurt her again."
"Dr. Yang.."
"I'm not finished. She's a good person. She's a great person. And for some reason, she loves you. But I'm just not convinced that this sudden reversal of your tormented choice to stay with your wife is real."
"Am I allowed to talk now?" he asked. Cristina nodded. Derek swallowed hard, and looked at her. "When I saw Rachel holding that gun to her head the only thing I could think about was what if this was the last time I ever saw Meredith? And what if she never knows how much I love her?"
Cristina held his gaze, her stoic face betraying no emotion, no forgiveness, no wavering. She was standing rigidly, everything about her body language demanding answers from him.
"I had never said it, you know. Until that day. But I mean it. I mean it with everything I have. I love her."
"Sometimes love isn't enough."
"Sometimes you have to believe it is."
"You chose Addison."
"I had to try. I would have never been able to make it work with Meredith of I would have left my wife."
"So the next time things get tough?"
"I love her, Dr. Yang. I close my eyes, and I see her. I breathe in, and I'm breathing her. She surrounds me all the time, everywhere I go. She is my comfort, my sanctuary, my heart. I'm in love with her. I have to believe that's enough."
Meredith opened the door, with tears in her eyes. "Do you mean that?" she asked, directing it to Derek. He nodded and smiled at her.
She crossed the room and wrapped her arms around Cristina, enveloping her in a tight embrace. Cristina froze, then awkwardly moved her hand to Meredith's back.
"You really are my person." Meredith told her.
"Yeah." Cristina said. "I really am."
She disentangled herself from Meredith's fierce embrace, and nodded at Derek. "Go spoon with McDreamy or something." She said to Meredith, not bothering to lower her voice. It was her way of accepting Derek back into the fold.
She left the room, and Meredith hovered in the center of the floor, occupying the same place she had just left. "We're really going to do this aren't we?"
Derek nodded. "We really are. Scared?"
Meredith made a face. "I don't know."
"I do. Don't be. We're not doing this because I'm now choosing you, we're doing this because I didn't stop loving you."
She smiled. "I know." She started towards the door, her smile never waning.
"Where are you going?"
"There's someone I need to see." She told him, disappearing through the door. Before he could think about what her words meant, her head was back inside the door frame. "Derek? I love you." She told him. "And you should sign the papers this time."
