OMG GUYS. AMAZING NEWS. THE SPICE GIRLS ARE GOING BACK ON TOUR!!!!
I have never been so happy about anything in my life.
Seriously. If I was to make a list it would be like:
Spice Girls going back on tour.
So really there is only one thing on that list, it's the only time that I have ever been happy.
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"Hey," Derek pushed the sleeves of his black cashmere sweater up his arms and turned away from the mirror, "You look nice."
She glanced at him for barely a moment before turning to the mirror pulling her straitened hair into a neat ponytail. She was clearly ignoring him. She examined her reflection in the mirror a moment, then pulled her white top down a bit lower on her chest and adjusted her tight darkwash jeans.
"Are you mad at me?" Derek asked stupidly. He knew she was mad at him. She hadn't spoken to him since that afternoon at the nurse's carnival.
"I'm not mad," Meredith replied blankly, "I watched you make out with your ex-wife and then offer to pay thirty thousand dollars to keep Mark away from her, but why should I be mad about that."
Derek shook his head, "That's not what happened…"
"I was standing right there."
"I was protecting you."
"From what? Mark? Mark doesn't pay any attention to me unless it's to piss you off."
"He…"
"He had no intention of kissing me."
"So?"
"So?" Meredith demanded, "So?"
"So what if he wasn't going to kiss you?" Derek flung back, "Addison is with that sports injury therapist doctor guy. Callie is married. None of you should have…"
"You were not playing knight and shining armor Derek. You just didn't want Mark kissing your…"
"My friend? She is my friend!"
"Addison is not your friend!"
"She is…"
"So that is how you kiss your friends?"
"I'm surprised that you noticed, considering you were a bit occupied with GEORGE at that point."
"He is just…"
"A friend?"
"Yes."
"A friend that you slept with. That was in love with you."
"I wasn't MARRIED to him. He was my friend before we slept together"
"She was my friend LONG before she was my wife. SHE IS MY FRIEND."
"She is not your friend."
"What are you afraid of Meredith? Are you afraid that because I paid five dollars and kissed her once that we are going to fall into bed together?"
Meredith was silent.
"Why would I do that?"
"George kissed me."
Derek chuckled, "I know. Which is how I got stuck kissing Addison."
"Thirty thousand dollars is a lot of money Derek," Meredith sighed, still reluctant to let the subject drop.
"Mark was exploiting the three of you," Derek reached out for her and smiled with relief when she moved towards him not away, "Besides, it was for charity."
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"This one?" Daisy asked, perched on the edge of the bathroom vanity as she watched Addison put on her make up.
Addison glanced over, "Yup," she took the tube of lipstick out of her hand and opened it.
"Can I try?"
"Um," Addison's brow furrowed pensively, "Not this one, it's to dark," she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a pale pink that she hadn't worn in years, "This one?"
Daisy wrinkled her nose, "I want red too."
"You want red too huh?" Addison smiled and looked again, "How about this one?"
Daisy nodded.
"Okay," Addison held it up, "Do this," Addison puckered her lips, and Daisy did the same, "Hold still," she said slowly as she smoothed a very small amount of lipstick on Daisy's mouth, "Now press them together," Addison pressed her lips together and Daisy imitated her, "Very pretty."
Daisy turned so that she could see herself in the mirror, the few curlers that Addison put in her hair bouncing around, "Ali never let's me play with her make up."
"Maybe if you asked first she would."
"Can I come with you?"
"No, sweetie," Addison fixed a smudge her mascara left, "This is a grown-up club, and we won't be back until after your bed time."
"What are you going to do?"
"We are going," Addison straightened the seams of her black form fitting cocktail dress, "To see Callie sing."
"I want to come,"
"You are not old enough."
Daisy was silent a moment, "How old are you?"
"Old."
"How old?"
"Very old," Addison lifted her off the counter, "Let's finish your hair."
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"Your white shirt looks pink," Izzie said to Meredith as they walked further into the club.
It wasn't crowed, but it was difficult to maneuver, as everywhere you turned there was a booth or a small table for two.
"I feel," Meredith looked around, all the lights glowed red and the air was thick with the scent and haze of expensive cigars, "I feel like I'm in the red-light district."
"This shirt is definitely to frilly. Is this shirt to frilly?"
"I like that shirt," Meredith turned towards the bar, "They probably don't serve tequila."
"Hey," Alex appeared at their side, a mug of frothy beer in his hand.
"At least they have beer," Izzie mused.
"They call it 'Ale' here," Alex informed them, "And we are the only people under 35."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"I like it here," Derek proclaimed, arriving at Meredith's side and handing her a glass with a small amount of amber liquid that she sniffed cautiously, "We should start coming here instead of going to Joe's all the time," he looked around, "I really like it here."
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"I think," Geoffrey moved a little closer to her, "You are the most beautiful woman in this room."
Addison smiled lightly, "There are a lot of women here."
"I hadn't really noticed," Geoffrey bent his head and kissed her shoulder, "I only see you."
Addison grinned and tilted her head leaning closer to kiss Geoffrey, only pulling away when she felt someone sit down beside her.
"I like it here," Mark said looking around, "I didn't know Seattle had places like this."
"Places like what?"
Mark just smiled, "We could almost be in New York. Classy and sexy," Mark eyed her up and down, "You fit right in."
"She looks gorgeous doesn't she," Geoffrey smiled easily, not even a hint of insecurity in his voice.
"It's her trademark," Mark stood again, "I'm going to find some scotch and a beautiful woman."
Ring! Ring! Ring!
Addison sighed as Geoffrey's cell began ringing. She ran her fingers through his hair and listened to his end of the conversation. It was the babysitter.
"Ali," he said slowly, as he hung up, "Has locked herself in the bathroom and won't stop crying and won't open the door."
Addison's eye's widened, "What happened?"
Geoffrey shrugged, "I don't know. I'm going home, try to talk her off the ledge," he smiled and kissed her lightly, "You stay, give Callie those roses for me."
Addison nodded reluctantly, "I'll go to my place tonight then," she smiled, "The last thing Ali probably wants right now is me getting in her way. Mark or Callie will drive me home."
Geoffrey smoothed his hand over her cheek, "If you change your mind," his eyes twinkled, "I added a key for the front door to your key chain."
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"She's good."
Meredith nodded, "Really good,"
"Did you know that she could do that thing with her voice?"
"Which thing?"
"That thing when it went all," Izzie made a crazy waving motion with her hands, "And then got really high."
"No," Meredith shook her head, still in awe of the performance that Callie had just pulled off, "I think she might be the only person on the planet that can do that."
"All I am saying is that any idiot off the street can be an orthopedic surgeon, what she just did takes actual talent."
"Hey," Alex leaned across the table, "Do you guys want to go to Joe's?"
"Yes!" they replied vehemently and unanimously.
Meredith turned to Derek, "We're going to Joe's," she told him as Izzie and Alex stood to find Cristina.
Derek's face clouded with disappointment, "Oh. Okay," he forced a grin onto his face and reached for his jacket.
Meredith bit down on her bottom lip incisively, "You can stay if you want."
"No, I'll come."
"No. I mean if you want to stay…"
"I want to come."
They locked eyes for a moment.
"No. Stay," Meredith said finally, "You like it here."
"No, it's…"
"No. Derek, " Meredith smiled, "Stay. Get a drive home with George and Callie. Callie's singing another set anyway,"
Derek smiled graciously, "Thank you."
"Hey, when you're in love with a brilliant and handsome neurosurgeon you have accept that you can't have it all," Meredith gave him a quick peck on the cheek and grinned cheekily, "In this case, the brilliant and handsome neurosurgeon is also an old man."
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"Where's McDreamy?" Izzie asked as Meredith joined them at the front door.
"He looked so sad when I said we were leaving I told him to stay," Meredith shrugged, "This kind of club seems to be more his style anyway."
"Since when?" Alex asked, downing the remainder of his drink and setting it on a nearby table.
"Since always apparently. Where's Cristina?"
"Gone," Izzie smirked, "Scandal."
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Everyone was dancing.
Derek glanced down to the opposite end of the cluster of tables that the hospital staff had claimed. Addison glanced back, gave him a brief smile and quickly turned her attention back to the small stage.
Were they supposed to just sit there at opposite ends of the empty table and not talk?
Finally he moved, and sat down beside her.
She smiled, and took a sip of her wine. He drank his scotch and kept his eyes trained on the stage. No one was coming back, and Callie was starting her fourth song.
"Do you want to dance?" he asked.
If they had been near the others they might have danced a little further apart, talking, keeping things light.
But they couldn't even see anyone else; they were on their own. Callie was singing in a low sultry voice, the lights were dim, and their skin glowed a deep red.
Derek unwittingly squeezed her fingers, unconsciously holding her hand closer to his chest. She turned her head as he did this so she was now staring at the wispy hairs against his temple instead of out over his shoulder.
He could feel her breath on his jaw, and he could smell her perfume mixed with cigar smoke and red wine. He didn't know what to do. His fingers tightened at her waist and she lightly rested her forehead against his temple. Their mouths were inches apart, lips slightly parted.
But they knew that they couldn't.
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She needed air.
She tore her lips from his, panting. She barely gave herself a chance to recover before pressing their lips together again.
It was a haze. She'd like to blame it on the alcohol, but she had only had one glass of wine, and he hadn't even finished his scotch.
They were alone. She could still faintly hear Callie singing, but she sounded faraway, muffled.
Groping, their hands clasped together and pressed against the brick wall above her head. She arched her back, her skirt hiking up even higher against her hips, and dug her nails into the soft skin at the back of his neck trying to bring him nearer. Still refusing to break contact with her lips he released her hands and brought both his down to her legs. He inched her closer to the edge of the shelf she was seated on; resting a hand on each of her knees, he gently forced her legs further apart until she whimpered, then moaned when he pushed deeper, her nails digging further into his neck.
Her hand found his again and he tangled their fingers together, pressing their hands hard against her thigh.
They kissed feverishly until the sensations became too intense and overwhelming and they were left trying to muffle cries against necks and shoulders.
They rested; foreheads pressed together, lips barely touching. They breathed deeply in and out, the scent of scotch mingling with the scent of red wine. They didn't know what to do or what to say.
It just happened.
She inhaled deeply, her forehead resting heavily against his, "I can't..."
"I can't have another relationship end like this."
"I can't..."
"It's not fair."
"I just... I can't."
"We just got..."
"Caught up. It doesn't mean anything."
"No."
"No."
He shifted slightly and she winced closing her eyes tightly, realizing for the first time that he was still inside her and their hands were still clasped together.
Neither knew what to do.
Finally she untangled her fingers from his and uncurled her fingers from around his neck. She lightly pressed her hands against his chest until he stepped away; his hands dragging reluctantly down her legs. She sighed as she crossed her legs, tightly, and smoothed down her skirt. She couldn't look at him. He leaned against the opposite wall, only a few feet away. They seemed to be in a small hallway that the band kept their equipment in. Only a curtain separated them from the dance floor.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Addison ran her fingers over her lips wondering how smudged her lipstick was, it was probably a dead give away. From where she sat she could see a smudge of red on his neck. She hugged her body protectively, "You should check your pockets," she said, her voice void of expression.
Derek glanced at her sharply. He opened his mouth to say something to her, but then realized she was only trying to protect him, "Are you cold?" It was the wrong time to be asking these questions, but there was so much he wanted to say and nothing he could say.
She shook her head.
"You are," Derek reached for his jacket, which was bunched up on the floor. They both watched as a scrap of red materiel fell to the ground. He sighed and slowly picked them up. Their fingers grazed lightly as he handed them to her.
She held onto them tightly for a moment. She had no pockets and no purse and there was no way that she was walking out there holding her panties in her hand. She delicately uncrossed her legs and slipped them back on as discretely as possible, catching them on her heel momentarily, causing her to wonder how she got them off in the first place without taking off her shoes.
"Someone could have seen us," she said quietly.
"They didn't," he promised, taking a step towards her, "Addison..."
"Don't follow me right away," she murmured softly as she walked away.
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Addison walked tentatively out from behind the curtain. She didn't immediately feel all eyes on her and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Come with me."
Addison hastened her step as Callie grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards a dark corner of the bar.
"Red wine," Callie ordered.
"What are you..."
"Drink it."
Addison obediently took a sip.
"Everyone is looking for Derek. You can't be near him when they find him."
"But we didn't..."
"Your lying," Callie spat, a little harsher then she intended, "Keep drinking,"
Addison took another sip, watching Derek slip out the back room out of the corner of her eye.
"Don't even look at him," Callie warned, "If anyone asks where you've been, tell them you were sitting at the bar when you found out, and that you've been helping me look for him."
"Found out what?"
Callie closed her eyes for a moment, then looked Addison straight in the eye, "Meredith was in a car accident."
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So. Everyone must have an opinion on that. I have several opinions on it, many are in complete conflict with others. Things could go one of about a millions ways.
And this story will continue, but it will probably be a new section with a new title. Right now I am thinking Be Be Your Love: Fall Apart Again, but I'm completely ADD so that might/will change.
And I want reviews for this chapter. Tons of them. In my other stories I have resorted to voodoo and bribery, and I'll do that here too.
If you review…. Well, let's just say I know a sex-bot in electric yellow panties.