Author's Note: All right, here it is, drum roll please...the infamous hot dog Thanksgiving! It was briefly mentioned by Addison in the first crossover during surgery with Derek. So I attempted to elaborate on the details using my creative imagination, heheh. So enjoy, and remember to review!
Disclaimer: Shonda Rhimes still owns it all.
"What?" Derek screamed into the phone. He couldn't believe it. It was the day before Thanksgiving, and NOW his mother decides to break her wrist? Of course.
"That's right, dear. It was just a fall down the stairs, not a big deal." Right. "Anyway, now I don't know what to do about tomorrow. Everyone planned on coming here, and I can't cook."
Derek sighed. He should probably ask Addie about this...ah well. She'd forgive him later. "Why doesn't everyone just come here? Addison and I can cook."
He knew damn well she'd never cooked a turkey before in her life. Shit. He'd have to make it up to her somehow, give her special favors...and he knew just how. That night. He grinned as his mother told him that was a fabulous idea, and that everyone would be over the next day.
"Who was that?" Addison inquired as Derek hung up the phone.
"Ah...my mother. She broke her wrist...and...I kind of invited everyone...over...here. Tomorrow."
Addison looked stunned. "Derek. You know damn well I've never cooked a turkey before in my life! What the hell were you thinking? What the fuck am I supposed to do? And I also know damn well that your mother hates me! I agreed to go to her house since I knew it'd make you happy, but oh god, her here? With everyone else? What the hell!"
"Addie," Derek said calmly, taking her hand, "it'll be all right. Calm down. It'll all be fine. We can cook everything. We have the whole day. I mean, how hard can it be?"
"Hello, Derek, my darling! How are you?" Derek's mother, Rose, leaned in for a kiss as she stepped inside the Shepherd home. It was Thanksgiving Day, and Derek was exhausted. He and Addison had spent the whole day yesterday cleaning and making all the food. Hours had been spent on Google searching for tips on how to make the perfect turkey. He knew Addie had tried really hard to make it perfect, especially since she wanted to impress her mother-in-law.
"Addison," Rose greeted her with a curt nod. Derek sighed. His mother didn't exactly hate Addison, per se, she just didn't approve of her. He didn't know why; Addie had never done anything to her.
"Hello, Rose," Addison replied. Derek could tell she was trying extra hard to be polite. "Won't you come in? I'll take your coat. Sit anywhere you like."
Naturally, Rose took a seat at the head of the table. Derek sat down next to her, and Addison took the spot next to him.
"Mom," Derek whispered. "Why is it that you're always the last one to arrive anywhere?"
"It's called making a grand entrance, darling," Rose replied with a smile.
Derek wasn't surprised. He loved his mother, but she did have her...quirks. "Uh, attention everyone," he said, clinking a fork against his wineglass. "Thank you all for coming today. And I'd just like to say that Addison spent a lot of time in getting everything ready so I'd like us all to be grateful for that. So, uh, let's dig in."
As he sat down, Derek heard a round of applause begin. He looked around the table and saw his sisters Nancy and Amelia, who were smiling fondly at Addison. Both of them had always liked her. Derek squeezed Addison's hand, who looked quite pleased with herself.
Everything appeared to be fine at first, but it was later during dinner when it happened. Everyone was making small talk and laughing, and everything seemed to be going well. Rose was even making polite conversation with Addison, although Derek noticed her distance. He commended Addison for pretending not to notice his mother's coldness. Suddenly, Derek sawr Nancy bolt out of the dining room to the first floor bathroom. He chased after her, Addison and Rose following suit. A few other family members had gotten up out of their chairs and were now peering towards the bathroom as well.
Nancy was bent over the toilet, throwing up. "No, no, I'm fine," she told Derek, when he questioned her what was wrong. "I-maybe it's just the flu, and with my luck I caught it on Thanksgiving. Seriously, just go back to dinner."
"You don't look so good, dear," Rose said, touching her daughter's face. "You look so pale."
"Mother, don't worry. I'm fine. I can take care of myself," Nancy said indignantly.
Rose stepped back. "Fine. All right everyone, let's just return to our meal."
At the slight mention of food, Nancy proceeded to throw up again. "Seriously, don't worry," she said to everyone gawking at her. "Go eat."
Everyone that was watching hastily went back to the dining room after more urging from both Nancy and Rose. "Derek," Nancy whispered, gesturing for him to stay behind.
"Nance, are you ok? Were you sick before today? Or did you just start feeling sick like now?" Derek asked.
"Derek, listen. The turkey was pink, but I still ate it...I think I might have food poisoning."
Rose, who had stayed behind undetected to eavesdrop, gasped. "Food poisoning! Oh my god! Food poisoning!"
"Mom! Shut UP!" Derek yelled. His mother was practically shouting the news all through the house.
"Oh my god! The turkey! I KNEW it! It was all her! She's trying to kill everyone!" Rose was frantic.
Derek looked over at Addison, who rushed over at the sound of Rose's screaming. She looked pissed as hell. Shit, Derek thought, is there gonna be hell to pay later or what.
Some of the Shepherd family was trying to calm Rose down, others were giving Addison sympathetic glances, and everyone else looked confused.
"Hey!" Derek yelled. It was loud enough for everyone to shut up, stop what they were doing, and stare at him. "Who wants hot dogs?"