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, we havent been getting a lot of feedback lately, and we realized our last few updates for all of our fics have SUCKED. so we're trying hard to improve all writing. Here, we went with fluff. There's one more chapter, maybe two for this guy. Also, all of our stuff should be updated this week.

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"We're feeling wide open and waiting for something warm and tender." -Matchbox Twenty

Meredith was pleading. "Burke, this is really important." And it was. Really important, that was. A girl did not go on a second first date with her McDreamy wearing any old garment.

"Dr. Grey…" Burke said warningly.

"Preston, I'm begging you. Cristina is from Beverly Hills. She knows things about dresses and hemlines and cuts. She has dresses that aren't Trashy McWhore dresses. And I need one. All you have to do is page her."

"Why don't you page her, Meredith?" Burke asked, trying to sound exasperated, but not quite able to speak without smirking at her.

Meredith sighed and gave Burke a look. "You know she won't come unless she thinks she's getting a surgery."

Burke deliberated for a few more seconds, then rolled his eyes and pulled out his pager. Meredith refrained from throwing her arms around him in a fit of gratitude. "Thank you!" she said. Minutes later, Cristina flew around the corner.

"Is someone dying?" she asked.

Meredith looked at her. "Remember how I was your person?"

"No one's dying." Cristina said shortly.

Meredith nodded. "No. But you have the most gorgeous floaty, emeraldy green dress thingy, and I need to borrow it."

Cristina stared at her, and then looked at Burke. "Seriously?"

Meredith nodded. "Come, on Cristina, it's my second first date with Derek!"

She rolled her large brown eyes. "Jesus, Mer, we know. We've heard nothing else for hours." Burke smiled at the bluntness of his girlfriend, even with her best friend.

"I will get Derek to let you in on something awesome, if you just go get it for me?" Meredith pleaded.

"You want me to leave the hospital to get you a dress?"

"The dress." Meredith corrected. "The only dress I can wear on the McDate. I should also point out I need you to cover for me when I leave half an hour early to frantically get ready for said McDate."

Cristina pursed her lips. "I want a surgery with McDreamy, and if She Shepherd ever gets anything besides a C- Section, I want you to get me in on that too. Since you two have this weird, giggly, bay surgery alliance now. And you have to do my pre rounds tomorrow."

Meredith nodded. "Deal."

Cristina waltzed away, muttering about how annoyed she was. Burke looked at Meredith, impressed. "Dr. Grey, one of these days, you're going to have to teach me how to do that."


Meredith was on cloud nine. Or ten, or something. She actually let Alex take a surgery instead of her, because she decided to leave an hour early, in hopes of showering, wearing makeup to compliment the floaty emerald dress and meet Derek back at the hospital on time.

And she had almost made it to the lobby when. "Dr. Grey." She turned around to see none other than Addison watching her sneak towards the doors. "And where are you going?"

"Surgery." Meredith blurted out before she could tell herself how ludicrous that was. Addison's mouth twitched until she finally just laughed at her.

"Seriously?" she asked, still smirking. "Just tell me."

"Sneaking home."

Addison eyes the green fabric sticking out of her bag. "Got a date?" she joked. Meredith blushed and looked down at the floor. "Oh. Well that was awkward." Addison said.

She cleared her throat, and Meredith shrugged apologetically. Addison shook her head. "I'm your attending, Dr. Grey. And I think you should go get ready. In fact, I'm ordering it."

Meredith bit her lip to keep her jaw from dropping. "Seriously?"

A smile twitched across Addison's lips. "Seriously, Dr. Grey. And Meredith? Curls."

"Huh?"

"Your hair? Try curls."

"Right."


Bailey walked up and down her lined up interns, wondering who would be the first to crack. Normally, she'd peg O'Malley, but he had that loyalty to Grey. If she threatened them with surgery, she could easily crack Cristina.

"So." She said. "I have been all over this hospital. I have paged her a million times." Bailey said. "She's not here. And anyone who tries again, in vain, to tell me that she is here? I'll assume you're calling me stupid. And anyone who calls their resident stupid will not see the inside of the OR for a long time."

She shot a pointed look at Cristina. "So tell me, where is Dr. Grey?"

"There's a large possibility she may have gone home."

"On who's orders?"

"Mine." The interns and Bailey looked over to see Addison, leaning against the counter, a Diane Von Furstenburg wrap dress under her lab coat. "Her hair was in tragic need of curling. So I sent her home."

Bailey raised her eyebrows at Addison, and her look of bewilderment was mirrored on the faces of all of Meredith's friends. "Dr. Shepherd," Bailey asked her, "have you completely lost your mind?"

Addison shrugged. "Probably." She hesitated. Was she ready to let go of the last remaining evidence of her life with Derek? "Montgomery." She blurted. Apparently, she was. "Dr. Montgomery."

The vibration of her cell phone that was stashed in the pocket of her white lab coat broke the awkward silence.

"Addison Montgomery." She answered in a clipped business like tone. She didn't recognize the number.

"It's Meredith." Came the panicked voice from the other side of the airwaves.

"Dr. Grey. What can I do for you?"

"This curling is impossible." Addison sighed, smiled at the irony of it all and turned her back to the stunned looking doctors before her, and instructed her soon to be ex husband's girlfriend how to get ready for their second first date.


Derek leaned against the wall of the lobby. He was dressed in these obscenely pants that he hated because they weren't denim, and a dress shirt, and a tie. Gone was the Derek Shepherd uniform of jeans, and a button down shirt hanging out from under his sweater.

He leaned against the wall, going through a few things on his phone. He was going on a date with Meredith tonight. The second first date. They were starting over. Second chances were a beautiful thing.

He made a note to call the divorce lawyer in the morning, and a mental note to be as nice to Addison as he knew how to be. He shook his head to clear it, and looked at his watch. A flash of hair caught his eye, and as he raised his head, his breath caught in his throat.

There, walking through the sliding, automatic lobby doors, was Meredith, his Meredith, in this form fitting, slinky emerald thing, with these perfect little bronze shoes. Her hair was sort of curly, and it was spilling over her shoulders. She smiled tentatively, and walked over to him.

She raised her lips to his cheek and kissed him quickly. "Hi." She said. "You clean up nicely."

"Meredith." He said, taking her hand, and spinning her around. "You look amazing."

She smiled, a real smile. "Thanks." She intertwined their fingers and started walking. "So, where are you taking me Dr. Shepherd?"

"Mexico."

She giggled. "You think I'm kidding." He said, indignantly. "Meredith, if I wanted to, I could pull it off."

She nodded, and played along with him. "Of course you could, Derek."

Half an hour, she was seated across from him at a table over looking the water. "Start with the fork furthest away from you." He teased her.

"Hey, just because I never wined and dined in New York City…"

"I'm sure Boston was very classy."

It was silent as they sipped wine, and Meredith poked at her salad with what she hoped was the appropriate fork.

"Rules." Derek said. "We were establishing rules."

"I think you taking bullets for me changes the formality of the rule establishing game. But if there are any more wives, or ex wives, I want to know now."

He shook his head. "There are a few illegitimate children from my last dirty mistress, but I think you'll find them quite charming."

She shot him a look. "Too soon for dirty mistress jokes. Got it." He nodded. "Meredith, I want you to make the rules. I like it when you're bossy. If you're bossy, it's harder for me to screw this up."

She reached across the table and took his hand. "I'm not going to let you screw it up this time."