-1Author's Note: This note is mainly because one reviewer confused me a bit with their review. Meredith did not tell Alex. She told Izzie. Alex happened to be there. Otherwise, he might not have ever known. Cristina is not her best friend in this fic. They are friends. Nothing more. Nothing less. Do not confuse their relationship on the show with the relationship in the fic. Meredith of the fic is far closer to Izzie, Alex, and Derek. There are certain elements I left out for a reason. Such as Cristina's where about's. Cristina is also something of an enigma. She doesn't want to care, yet she can't help it.
I feel the Derek issue needs a paragraph all on it's own. Some of you have brought up the emotion in Meredith. The reason behind that is I was once Meredith. I was once that girl who went to a party, drank a few drinks that were laced with what is commonly known as a Rophy. I woke up in a bed, not knowing how I got there, not knowing why I was naked. Once I sobered up a bit it became all to clear. I called a friend of mine (You are forever in my heart S.) who showed up with her boyfriend. She sat in the shower with me for hours, helping me try to wash off all traces of that night. Her boyfriend called my best friend, who was a guy. They left me alone with him and I lost it. I let it all spill out. I told him what a horrid person I was. I told him how stupid I was. He just sat there, holding me, letting me cry. Over time he did more than that, he made me realize it wasn't my fault. He made me realize that I had nothing to feel dirty about it. He also became the love of my life, the father of my children and someone I cannot imagine life without.
As for the time frame, that actually has been addressed. It is minor, but it is there. Look for it in chapter 18 again.
Disclaimer: I do not promote or recommend teenage sex. If you are a teen and engaging in sexual activity be safe and responsible about it. I am also aware that this chapter is not the best. I apologize for that.
Gripping the steering wheel with both hands, Cristina stares up at the three story stone structure that was Robbins Hall. Several girls she recognized, but whose names she couldn't recall, had exited the back door, their heads thrown back in laughter. Her own face had a semi-smile on it; concern for Meredith kept her lips from stretching into a full blown grin. Some time between body shots and getting fucked on a pin ball machine by a freshman named Preston Burke, she had lost track of where her friend went.
Sighing, Cristina finally exits her car. First stop Meredith's room, second stop the shower. She wrinkles her nose, then tugs the top of her black dress up. It had somehow ridden down during her drive home, leaving most of her breasts exposed.
"Finally decided to show back up?"
The bitter toned question has her turning her head to the left. There, sitting against the front fender of a Lincoln Navigator, was Alex. "Finally decided to pry yourself from your ex?" She shot back. Stupid prick, acting like he had the right to talk to her after what he had done to Izzie.
"Don't act like you care about what anyone does except yourself," Alex sneered, crossing his arms over his chest. She starts to say something back, then snaps her mouth shut. He wasn't worth it. Rolling her eyes, she starts toward the door. As her fingers brush against the door handle the heavy oak door begins to open, smacking her against the chest.
"Bloody hell," she mutters, stepping back. She lifts one hand, rubbing the offended ribs. Her eyes widen just a bit when a sorrow faced Izzie steps her. There was a few damp spots along the shoulders of the pale yellow long sleeved v neck shirt she wore, not to surprising as her hair hung in damp waves around her flushed face. "You're not going to talk to that prick Karev are you?"
Izzie's dark eyes narrow. "Yeah, actually, I am." The coldness in her voice startled Cristina into taking a step back.
"Did I miss something? Because as I recall he dumped your ass in the middle of the dance floor to go smoozie up with his ex-girlfriend." Cristina wrinkles her brow. Something was right her. In the month and half she had known Izzie she had never known the girl to act so distant, so hostile. In fact, if she had been betting she would have laid her whole trust fund on Izzie not being capable of being hostile.
"He didn't smooze up to her. He made it clear to her that they were over. She just had trouble accepting that," Izzie snaps, her lips puckering up as though she had swallowed something sour. The sourness carried over to her gaze.
"Fine. Whatever. Chase after him. See if I care," Cristina sighs. She wasn't going to argue with the girl. Clearly something had pissed the other girl off.
"Right. Like you care about anyone but yourself," Izzie says softly. Again the coldness took Cristina by surprise. This wasn't the girl she knew. This girl was a stranger to her.
"Am I missing something? Did something happen last night?" Wrinkling her brow, Cristina searches Izzie's face. No emotion, just stoic coldness.
"I don't know, Cristina, did you miss something last night?" This time there was something more to her tone, something that sounded vaguely like an accusation of sorts. "Maybe…Meredith?"
It all clicks into place. Relief floods her. Meredith was okay. She was safe. Pissed about being left alone no doubt, but safe. "Look, Meredith's a big girl. I'm quite certain she was fine on her own. In fact, the last time I seen her she looked to be having a jolly good time with some cute frat boy."
"Right. She had a good time," Izzie sarcastically gushed, shaking her head. Another shake and she stormed off, leaving Cristina staring after her, confused.