Title: Oz
Chapter: Part 1 - "We must be inside the cyclone!"
Characters/Pairings: The whole gang!
Spoilers/Warning: R
Summary: Somewhere over the rainbow Addison is cursing her head-truama induced fantasy sequence...
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The first thing Addison noticed upon regaining consciousness was how much she needed a Tylenol. Coming in a close second was the sound of rushing wind and debris smacking the outside of the room. With a groan, she turned towards the sound and cracked open one eye.
Addison opened her other eye and frowned. She could have sworn her father, carrying his gavel and black judge's robes, had just whizzed past the only window in the small room. The fact that anyone was whizzing past the window was odd in of itself, but in her father's current state (six feet under in one of Connecticut's most prestigious cemeteries) Addison felt it was a complete impossibility that he was whizzing anywhere.
She was just about to chalk it up to a trauma-induced hallucination when a teenage Savvy danced past the window singing Danger Zone at the top of her lungs.
"What the-" Addison was cut off when a loud whimper came from under the bed. With narrowed eyes she slid off the edge of the bed and hesitantly pulled aside the bed-skirt. Without warning, a scrawny looking cocker spaniel bound forward and jumped into her arms.
"Where did you come from?" Addison murmured as she turned the dog's collar around to read the tag. She caught sight of the flowing script and nearly choked with laughter. "Seriously?"
The dog cocked her head curiously.
"Alright," Addison said, shaking her head. She looked up just in time to find Naomi floating past the window, cooing at a baby Maya. "So, Meredith, what do you think? A comatose dream sequence compliments of a brain injury?"
Meredith the Dog whined.
"Yeah, me too."
Addison took a deep breath as Derek paddled their old bathtub into her line of vision. Next, Mark sailed past the window with nothing on but a predatory grin. And then, out of nowhere, Calliope Torres appeared in a short black dress with a tall, pointed hat cackling and surfing on what appeared to be the door that Addison had run into back at the hospital.
Meredith whimpered again.
"I know," Addison whispered and cuddled the dog close to her chest. She grimaced. "All that money and she refuses to wear designer."
And then, with a sudden thud, the winds disappeared and the house stopped moving.
"Uh." Addison looked at Meredith uncertainly. "I don't think we're in Seattle anymore."