Title: Oz
Chapter: Part 6 - "Are you meaning my apples aren't what they ought to be?"
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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"So." Derek cleared his throat. "You gonna… You know? Grab some apples?"
Addison eyed the gnarly trees, weighing her options. On the one hand, she was a little grossed out about eating the fruit off a living being. You know, one that could actually fight back. On the other, she was damn hungry and her stomach's incessant growling was proof. She glanced at Derek, who was stepping around nervously, and suggested, "You could."
Derek blinked at her. "And risk this pretty face of mine? I don't think so."
Addison snarled, "Pussy."
"Satan," Derek shot back with a grin.
"Fine," Addison snapped, holding back a snort of laughter. She took a few hesitant steps toward one of the trees and, with as much courage as she could muster, plucked an apple from the tree's branches. For a second nothing happened and then, all of the sudden, the tree smacked Addison's hand.
Well, he would have if she hadn't pulled it away just in the nick of time. She stuck her tongue out at the tree, smirked, and then ran in Derek's direction.
"Addison, watch-"
Addison ducked and watched in horror as the apple sailed over her head. It was like she was watching the scene in slow motion. The shocked look on Derek's face as he was blasted in the cheek with the apple was absolutely priceless. His hand flew (as fast as something can 'fly' in slow motion) to his cheek as he doubled over in pain.
And then a shower of apples was sent their way and everything sped back up again.
Addison sprinted forward, grabbed Derek's arm, and dragged him into a small clearing away from the apple trees while Meredith barked ferociously behind them. With a cry, Derek fell to the ground, clutching his injured cheek. Addison sighed and tried to pull his hand aside to look at the damage.
"Derek," Addison demanded when Derek's hand wouldn't budge, "move your hand right now."
Slowly, Derek pulled his hand aside to reveal his painted cheeks. Besides the paint, there wasn't a single mark on him. Addison raised her eyebrows.
"It doesn't even hurt, does it?" Addison asked, her hands on her hips. "It just scared you."
The childlike nod and pout on Derek's face was so sweet it made Addison want to 'aw'. That is, until Meredith took a flying leap into Derek's arms and began trying to lick every inch of his face. Addison, completely disgusted by this display of affection, decided to have a look around. It was while she was wandering around the wood that she found the Tin Man.
She stared at him for quite a few minutes before Derek came up behind her, Meredith in his arms, and asked, "Is that Karev?"