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.
Yes, this tale of melodrama and unrealistic situations has finally come to an end. We thank you all for your reviews, including, but certainly not limited to: eternityisyours, tizzy13, mcobsessed, natzbadfairy, Into.The.Fire, Elphie Fae (where are you girl?), light-stick and Morgen86. And everyone else. We love you all.
We're still going on 'Forever And A Day', 'One Hell Of A Racket', 'Keeping The Faith' and 'A Tale Of Two Cities'. Also, the sequel to Forever And A Day is in the works, to be called Four McWeddings and A Funeral, and the currently untitled sequel to Racket is also forthcoming.
Thanks everyone.
"Then you rise, and shine forever, don't go away,
I hope tomorrow is like today."
-Guster
When Derek parked outside Meredith's house and strolled casually up to her door, like he did every day, he was surprised to see her waiting on the porch, arms crossed.
"Look at my Jeep." She commanded. Derek looked at her Jeep, like he was told, a bemused smirk on his face the whole time.
"See that stuff that's oh, I don't know, covering it?" She asked.
"That I do." He said, turning back to Meredith. She was wearing cotton shorts and a black bikini top and flip flops, her hair spilling over her shoulders. "I also see that stuff that's not covering you."
He sauntered up to her, ready to whisk her away to the bedroom. She put her hand up to stop him. "Shirt. Off, now."
"Right here?" he asked, smirking at her. "On the patio? Mer, that's hardly legal."
She smiled, shaking her head, and held up a bucket and a sponge. "The mud covering my Jeep? It came from your stupid trailer that has no stupid driveway. We're washing the car, Derek."
"Oh are we? You know that wastes a lot of water. It's very bad for the environment. Global warming and all that. We probably don't want to risk being the ones who melt the ice caps."
Meredith rolled her eyes, jumped off the porch and turned on the hose. "Start scrubbing, Dr. Shepherd."
"You know, I can think of a number of things we could do without risking the integrity of the environment or increasing the hole in the ozone layer."
Meredith sprayed him with the hose. "Nice try, Derek." She said, filling a bucket of water. Derek picked it up and threw it at her. She shrieked and jumped and ran after him with the hose.
Before long, they were in the bedroom anyway, and the car was still dirty.
Later that night at Joe's, at a table surrounded by interns, Derek had his arm around Meredith.
"You know your car is still a mess." Izzie commented, sipping her drink.
Meredith nodded and looked at her seriously. "It's really bad for then environment to wash a car. Global warming and all that."
Derek nodded enthusiastically. "Especially in Seattle. It's bound to rain tomorrow or the next day." He said, struggling to keep a straight face.
He snuck a glance at Meredith and met her eye, and just like that, they both burst out laughing.
Cristina wrinkled her nose. "I think I hear Burke calling me." She said, getting up.
"Burke's in surgery." Derek said through his laughter.
"Yea, I know." Cristina said, backing away, a look of disgust on her face. George rolled his eyes and went over to the dartboard, and Alex followed, pulling Izzie with him.
Meredith shrugged and kissed Derek on the mouth. "Strange friends you've got." He told her. "But to compensate you do have a particularly dashing boyfriend."
"Oh," Meredith said, gushing playfully. "How did I get so lucky?"
Derek laughed. "Oh, Meredith. The stars were aligned that night, so many months ago."
She rolled her eyes. "You're so full of it." She said, smacking him lightly on the arm. He pulled her into a dramatic kiss, and she when she finally came up for air, she was giggling.
"This is why my friends always leave the table." She said. "Our friends." She corrected.
He smiled, and she laughed at the expression on his face. The sound of her laughter ringing across the bar caught the attention of a red head at a distant table, sharing a drink with a very handsome Seattle lawyer.
Addison locked eyes with Meredith, raised her drink and smiled. Meredith returned the gesture, and sighed contently.
Life had never really worked out for Meredith Grey. It always jerked her around, played with emotions, and pulled her stability out from under her at the last minute. But, as she looked around the Emerald City Bar, she felt that maybe that was no longer true.
She was civil, even friendly with Addison. She had a great job. She had a bartender who loved her, and who never ran out of tequila.
She had three amazing friends. Four. Alex counted these days. And Derek. She had the love of her life in a floppy haired, dreamy brain surgeon.
She smiled at him, took his hand and pulled him out of his seat. "Let's go home." She whispered in his ear.
As she left the bar, hand in hand with Derek Shepherd, a though occurred to her. Life had come down on the side of the dirty mistress.
