Disclaimer: Blargh!!
Rating:
G/K
Pairing: MerDer. Duh.
I wrote this last night. I was trying
to go to sleep but the muses wouldn't let me and I wrote this
little one-shot. Enjoy.
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He's with Rose.
It was my mantra for the day. It was the only thing that kept me from touching him, kissing him, from jumping him during the practice run.
He's with Rose.
It was what kept me sane. It stopped me from attacking Rose in the cafeteria and ripping that stupid form from her hands.
He's with Rose.
It was what made me send him home: even after the amazing surgery where we were perfectly in sync and he looked at me with "the look" and even though his eyes begged me to tell him to stay. It's for his own good, I told myself.
He's with Rose.
It was what made the patient's death that much harder. He's supposed to hug me and comfort me. Be my McDreamy.
He's with Rose.
It was what made his celebratory bottle of champagne that much more tempting to get it right. A little too much celebrating and maybe he wouldn't be with her.
I have a whole new appreciation for what Addison went through.
He's with Rose.
It was what drove me crazy all day. He shouldn't be with Rose. He should be with me and I will get him back.