Thank you everyone who has reviewed. I'm sorry for the short beginning, but I just really wanted to see how the idea itself would do.
This story is one of those stories where you know what you want to do, you just don't know how you're going to get there, if you know what I mean. I started this story the day I came up with it, and started without a plan or anything. I'll have to do a lot, at least try to. So I may not always be (I probably won't always be) right on the path of what I should be exactly doing, but I'll try my best. I don't know if that made sense to you, but it did in my head so whatever.
Again I'm rambling, so I'll just let you read the chapter and shut up. Thank you.
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Meredith woke up to rain pounding on the window. She was confused when she first woke up, like there was something that she forgot to do, something she needed to remember.
She rolled over and saw Derek lying there next to her. He saw her look at him and smiled. She smiled back.
"Good morning," he said, and kissed her.
"Good morning," she replied, but for some reason something in her said it wasn't a good morning. "Last night seemed so long."
"It did," he agreed. In fact she hardly remembered last night. The last thing she even remembered clearly was that she was waiting for him. Then Izzie called to tell her…something.
"We must have had way too much to drink last night," she said, sitting up. "I can't even remember."
"We can enjoy time together every once in a while," he said. "And often that time will included alcohol."
"Yeah, it makes everything better." She got out of the bed. "I'll be right back."
"Alright," he said, and also got out of bed.
She left the room and went into the bathroom. She looked like crap; that was the first thought that went through her mind when she looked in the mirror. She vowed to never drink again. But the thing is was that she didn't feel like she had a hang over, or anything close to it. She just felt like she'd been asleep for too long.
She turned on the water and began to wash her face. The water felt good. It woke her up some. She was grabbing the hand towel when Izzie appeared in the doorway, looking uncertain.
"Hey Mer," she said.
"Hi," Meredith answered distractedly.
"How are you?"
"Fine," Meredith slowly. "Did I really drink that much last night? It doesn't feel like it."
"Well-"
"Whatever. I don't need the bathroom, you can have it."
She walked past her. "No," Izzie said quickly. "I just wanted to make sure-"
"That I was fine? Well I am."
"You're always fine," Alex said joining them. He looked at Izzie. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah," she said, and looked sideways at Meredith.
"Wait, I'm not!" Meredith said impatiently. "You're not going to wait for me?"
Izzie looked at Alex for a moment, then looked back at Meredith and sighed. Meredith didn't like the look she was giving her.
"Look Mer, I know you think you're fine, but I don't think you are. You need to stay home for a little while. It'll be better for you, trust me."
Izzie and Meredith looked at each other for a moment, while Meredith tried to figure out why Izzie was making such a big deal out of this. She had drunk before going to work before. Why was today any different?
Izzie nodded as though Meredith understood her, the said, "It'll be okay," reassuringly and looked at Alex. The two of them walked down the hall together.
"Just call if you need us," Izzie said before going down the stairs.
Meredith just looked after them in confusion. After a moment she shook her head and went back into her room. Derek was still not dressed,.
"My friends are going crazy, I think," she told him. "Why aren't you getting ready?"
"We have the day off, I heard," he said smiling again. "Might as well make the best of it."
She raised her eyebrows at him. "We can't just blow off work. What if you're needed?"
"Then they'll page me," he said. "Now quit complaining. We deserve a day off every once and a while."
She just looked at him for a moment, wondering why he seemed to have gone crazy also.
"Alright," she said, retuning as mile and getting back into bed with him. "I guess it wouldn't hurt anything."
"No, it wouldn't," he said, and kissed her again.
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"I think she's in denial," Izzie told Cristina later that day. "You should go and talk to her. I mean it, she listens to you."
Cristina said nothing. She wanted to see Meredith, but at the same time she didn't, because she really didn't know how she'd handle her. She didn't handle people very well, at least not when it came to emotions.
George joined them. He looked at Cristina, then at Izzie. "Did you-?"
"Yes, she asked me," Cristina said. "And I'll think about it."
She turned away from them.
"You're her best friend," George said firmly. "You should act like it."
Cristina looked back at them for a moment, then turned away again and left them standing there. They looked at each other.
"I'll try talking to her too," he said.
"Okay," Izzie sighed. "I just hope it does something for her."
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Meredith was rummaging through the fridge. She felt like she hadn't eaten in days. Derek was sitting at the table, looking at the paper.
"There's nothing good in here," she said impatiently, shutting the door. "Maybe we should go out and get something."
"Maybe," he said, and at that moment Cristina entered the room.
"Oh, hi," Meredith said when she saw her. "If you're hungry you're gonna be disappointed."
"I'm not hungry," Cristina said.
"I'll go upstairs," Derek said, standing up. "Let you two talk."
"Okay," Meredith said. He left the room, walking right past Cristina, who didn't even acknowledge that he was there.
"So what are we talking about?" Meredith asked.
Cristina looked at her for a moment. "I just wanted to see how you were doing."
"I got drunk, I didn't die," Meredith said with a laugh. Cristina did not look happy when she said that; she seemed to tense up.
"Look, I gotta go upstairs now," Mer told her. "And you guys need to stop worrying so much you act like you never get drunk."
Meredith laughed again and shook her head. She walked past Cristina, who watched her go but didn't say anything.