A/N: Here's a hint. Everything that is NOT in italics takes place AFTER the part in italics. Or, more simply, the part in italics is a flashback to the previous night. But I think you could have figured that out on your own.
Elizabethan Love: Taming of the Surgeon
Petruchio: Where two raging fires meet together
They do consume the thing that feeds their fury:
Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all:
So I to her and so she yields to me;
All of the surgeons at Seattle Grace sat around the table in the conference room. Interns, residents, attendings. Even the chief.
It was time for the monthly staff meeting, discussing faults of the administrative surgical system, and offering solutions.
Richard hated these meetings. They were long, and over-worked, cranky doctors did not mix well with freedom of speech. It took more than the recommended amount of ibuprofen to silence the ringing in his ears, and the pressure on his forehead after 2 hours of whining.
And it hadn't even started yet.
Everyone was seated, and he was about to start the meeting. The staff seemed to be unusually tired today.
Fantastic, Richard thought, even more of a reason to whine. He sighed. It was time to bring on the brainstorming. Free Starbucks for the doctors. More on-call rooms. Less hours. More benefits.
Less.
More.
He forced himself to clear his throat. "All right, settle down," he said out of habit. He shook his head. That wasn't right. They were already quiet.
That had never happened before.
He eyed the staff curiously.
Bailey's interns were all huddled in a section of the conference room. Derek sat a few yards away, and Addison was at the same postition on the other side of the interns, next to the ortho resident, Callie Torres.
Something wasn't right.
Someone was missing.
"Where's Karev?" He barked.
Bailey glanced over her interns, counting. "He was here a minute ago..."
Alex chose this moment to appear, sneaking through the door. "I'm right here. I'm here. Sorry, chief." All of Bailey's interns, and Derek looked down as he walked by. Addison glanced at him, and he almost sat down next to her, but then she looked away.
Callie glared at him.
Alex chose a different seat, on the other side of the room, away from the interns and attendings.
Richard watched this interaction carefully. "Is something going on here?"
No one answered.
"I said," he slowly repeated in his most forceful voice, "is something going on here?"
"No, sir," George spoke up.
Richard nodded. "All right." He straightened his stance. "Now, as usual, does anyone have any suggestions on improving the quality of work at this hospital?"
No one spoke.
Richard was officially concerned.
He walked around the room. "No one?" He paced. "No one has any ideas?" When he got to Bailey's interns, he stopped. "I'm not stupid. All of you-" he gestured to the attendings, and Bailey's interns, "-know something I don't."
They all looked at the ceiling, admittingly.
"I'm going to ask for the last time." He put his hands on his hips.
"What happened?"
After the meeting, Alex caught up with Addison. "Hey."
She didn't know how to act. "Hey."
"Can I talk to you?"
She didn't want to do this now, so she pointed in the opposite direction. "Actually, I've got to-"
"You don't have anything." He smirked at his own resourcefulness. "I already checked. That's why I humiliated myself by being late."
She hated getting caught in a lie. Now, she owed it to him to talk. "Fine. Go."
"Not here." He pulled her into an on-call room, and flipped on the light. He sat her down on the bunk bed.
He didn't speak, and she didn't know why, but she hated the silence. So she spoke. "About last night..."
"What?" He asked inquisitively. "What about last night?"
So he wanted her to talk. That wasn't exactly fair, considering he was the one who pulled her into the room. She continued, as she wanted this to be over as soon as possible. "I suppose I should apologize for Derek. He never behav-"
"Addison. I don't want to talk about him. I want to talk about us. And what happened."
"You know, it's not that big of a deal..." Even though she had felt terrible afterward, he didn't have to know that.
"Don't say that."
So now he was refuting everything she said. Perfect.
He didn't sit beside her, even though he wanted to. "It is a big deal. I shouldn't have done that."
"Do you even remember?" She laughed, trying to lighten the mood. She wished that she could have just buried her guilt, and slept with him. But maybe then, she would have been more miserable than she was now.
"Yeah," he said seriously. "I wasn't that drunk. I was just angry- and upset."
"I figured that." She nodded, "And it's okay. Nothing happened." Except for his hands happening to be all over her. It would be a lie to say that she didn't enjoy it. But she was married, and every time Alex looked at her like that she felt sick to her stomach because of Derek.
Derek.
She didn't even want to think about him right now.
Alex was walking around the room. He kept this up for about a minute, before he spoke again. "But I could have done something really wrong."
He paused. "I did do something really wrong."
It wasn't wrong. It's not like they went through with anything. "No, you were just upset. And I'm glad that you came to me." Guys equated sex with comfort. It was just their thing. She made it a point to accept this fact.
"I came to you for sex, Addison. Not comfort."
"Okay!" She stood up. "I was trying to give you a little credit." He could have lied, and this would all be easier.
He backed up to the opposite side of the room. He couldn't be too careful of his space, now. "I'm not that kind of person. I don't lie."
She stared at him from across the room, annoyed that he was being this paranoid. "Fine!" She paused, and pressed her fingers into her forehead, trying to stop the throbbing. " So, what did you want?"
"I wanted to apologize!"
"Okay!"
"I'm sorry for trying to have sex with you."
She laughed, and covered her mouth. "Sorry." She raised her eyebrows. "That was a really funny sentence." She wanted this to be over right now. She was fake-laughing to make it less awkward, for God's sake.
"Seriously. I wanted you to think that I respected you, and I completely ruined it." He leaned against the wall.
"And I forgive you!" It was the only option, really. Apology and forgiveness went hand in hand. Everyone knew this. (Well, except for Derek. But she wasn't thinking about him.) She tried to take another step forward towards Alex, but he dug his back into the wall, like he was trying to get as far away from her as possible.
He looked down, disappointed. "You can't forgive me just like that."
"Why not?" Her arms hung, relaxed at her side.
"Because I don't deserve it."
Her forehead wrinkled in confusion. "You're not accepting my acceptance of your apology?"
Now, they were both confused; they weren't sure that made sense.
Addison shook her head, "What kind of person does that?"
"Thank you for pointing out how screwed up I am. Really, Addison. I needed that." He spat sarcastically.
"It's Dr. Montgomery." Talk about respect.
They both sighed, exhausted.
She finally took a few steps toward him, and he didn't move. "I don't want to do this anymore." Let's just stop. No more fighting.
"Okay." He relented.
She reached for the doorknob. They weren't ready to make up. She needed time to think, and she suspected the same of him. "Maybe we can start over sometime."
"As friends?"
She nodded, and left.
"Meredith," Derek said her name.
She sighed at the number of times he had said her name exactly like that this week. It was unnerving.
"I'm sorry about last night."
Her eyes stayed glued to the chart.
"I bought you a present to show you how sorry I am." He pushed himself up on the counter of the nurse's office, and plucked the chart from her hands. "You're going to love it."
She tried to grab it back from him, but failed.
"I know the flowers were a catastrophe, but...you'll like this one, I promise." He grabbed her hands. "It's in the locker room. Come with me." He knew she would.
"No." So much for not talking to him.
"Please."
"Okay."
He thought about making a comment on how much time they could save if she would just accept his apology. he decided against it. She would be forgiving him soon anyway, when she saw his present.
She followed him in and he stopped her as he closed the door. "Wait here." He disappeeared behind the lockers.
Seconds later, a tiny white ball of fur came bounding towards her.
"Oh!" She knealt down, and scooped it up.
It was the tiniest thing she had ever seen. Less than one pound, it fit into the palm of her hand. A large red ribbon was clumsily attached to its head.
Derek stood above her, and smugly watched her pet the puppy.
"It's so fluffy," she remarked.
"Look at the name-tag." He was overjoyed at her happiness, and rather proud at his success.
Meredith picked the dog up, and glanced at the silver tag. It read 'McDreamy'. She rolled her eyes. "That's not his name."
"Yes it is." Derek sat down next to her, and ruffled McDreamy's fur.
McDreamy tried to lick Meredith's face. She wrinkled her nose.
"See!" Derek pointed out. "He likes to kiss you too!"
Meredith stood up, bringing the dog with her. "Thank you for the puppy, but I'm not getting back together with you." However, McDreamy did bring a certain cheerfulness to their situation.
"Right."
He still didn't believe her. She needed to convince him that they were over. This behavior could not continue, she decided. "Never," she insisted. "We're never going to be a couple again."
"I would argue differently." Still stubborn as ever.
"Stop it, Derek." He was being an ass. A loveable ass, but still an ass. Did he not respect her opinion at all?
He frowned at her. "Well, excuse me, if I'm so confident in our love that I know we're going to be together forever."
"No, we're not!" He needed to accept that.
"Yes, we are!" He was convinced. This was his last chance. Addison was leaving him, and if Meredith didn't forgive him, he didn't think he would ever find love again. Which meant she HAD to forgive him.
"No, we're not!"
"Yes, we are!"
"I'm with George."
"Yes, we are!" He paused. "What?"
She repeated herself. "I'm dating George."
What? He couldn't believe it. "George who?"
She rolled her eyes. "George O'Malley." He knew perfectly well who she was talking about.
"The intern?"
Why was he being like this? They had all hung out thousands of times. "Yes."
"The babyface?"
"Double oh-seven?"
"Bambi?!"
Meredith stopped him, and stood up. "You know, Derek, if you're trying to get on my good side, calling my boyfriend names isn't going to help you."
He still sat on the floor, lookin"g up at her in disbelief. "That cannot be the guy you date after me."
"Well, he is." Actually, she wouldn't call George her boyfriend just yet, but it did sound better. And it seemed like Derek was getting really jealous, which was fun for her.
"Fine!" Derek stood up, and brushed off his scrubs. "I'm warning you, it's going to end terribly. You're not right for each other."
She kissed McDreamy's head. "You're just saying that because you're my ex-boyfriend."
"Have you gone out on a date with him?"
Meredith simply stared at him, with her nose nuzzling the puppy's fur.
"It's a mistake."
"He cares about me!" She defended.
Derek reached for the door handle. "I don't even know what to say."
"You can say 'You're welcome.' because I'm thanking you for the dog." She smiled. She didn't want him to be mad at her. After all, he was a nice guy.
"Yeah." He took a deep breath. He was still angry with her, but he thought that they might be able to get past this. Once she sees how bad it is without him, she'll come back. He nodded at her, and left.
Meredith cautiously sat down. George had taken her to a very expensive place. The candles were a nice touch, but the true mark of an excellent restaurant could be scene in the number of forks to the left of the plate.
This restaurant had three.
So, it was nice, but not anniversary-nice.
And she was wearing jeans.
They were dark jeans, but still jeans. And they were making her feel very uncomfortable. Because George was wearing a suit, and she didn't know he even owned a suit.
She was thinking too much. Chill out, Meredith, she told herself. Breathe.
George sat down across from her. At least he looked happy. "So..." he put his napkin in his lap, "How was your day today?"
"Good." She almost squeaked because she was so nervous. "It was okay after everything with McDreamy and everything."
"Oh. You talked to him?" It was a little odd that she was referring to her ex-boyfriend on their first date.
"No...well, yes." She shook her head. "I mean, McDreamy is my dog."
He loosened the collar on his jacket. She bought a dog and named it after Shepherd? Talk about being attached to your ex. Did he even have a chance?
"No- he named it that. He gave it to me. As an apology for last night."
George swallowed. So Prince Charming came with puppies. How the hell could he come up with something better than that? "But he treated you like crap. He lied to you," he tried to remind her.
"Oh, I'm don't want to get back together with him. don't worry. I'm already over him."
George didn't say anything.
"So over him," she reassured him. "And I would never expect you to go over the top like that. He crossed the line- once again." He sounded annoyed, but it wan't making George feel any better.
"Um. Okay." He didn't know what to say.
There was silence again. Thankfully, the waiter came by and took their orders.
After he left, though, their eyes locked, and Meredith immediately looked away.
They didn't speak. George was starting to get a little sweaty. He took a drink of his water, wiped his hands off on his napkin, and touched it to his forhead.
Meredith scooted forward and smiled. "This is a nice place."
He looked around. "Yeah."
She nodded. "I would have dressed up more had I known..." Her voice trailed off.
"Don't worry about it-" George cleared his throat. There was something caught in it. "You-" he stopped and took a drink of water. His face was turing red. He coughed, just as he was swallowing his water, bringing a hacking spell that lasted for a few torturously long minutes. He managed to gasp, "Sorry," before resuming.
Meredith patted him on the back. "Are you okay?"
He nodded.
Meredith smiled and waved to those who were watching.
He finally stopped, and she frowned, as if it was his fault.
Then, he didn't say anything, and they sipped their water for at least a minute in complete silence. It was just slightly less painful than when he was coughing.
After a while, Meredith sat her near-empty glass down on the table. "This is silly." She laughed, as to demonstrate. "We can certainly find some conversation. What do we usually talk about?"
"You and Shepherd," he mumbled.
"What?" She couldn't hear him.
"Work," he meant.
She stared down at the tablecloth. "Did you have any interesting cases today?"
"Not really." He shrugged. "Appendicitis. Brain tumor. Same old, same old. How about you?"
"I was on Callie's broken tailbone, but Bailey put me on Burke's case." Meredith had a sneaking suspicion that Callie had something to do with it, but she didn't know why.
George laughed. "Well, you and me, both, can expect to be off of the ortho cases for a while."
He seemed to know what was going on. "Why?"
He wrinkled his brow in confusion. Didn't she know? "Well, I'm kind of with you, now. Instead of being with her."
"What? George!"
So, that may have been not the best decision ever, but it had to be done. "I was just worried that I would lose you before I had the chance." He'd wanted to be with her for such a long time, and he would have died if someone else had scooped her up before he could.
Well, it was kind of sweet. But still..."So, now, Callie hates me?"
"She'll get over it!"
Meredith sighed, and looked over to the edge of the table, before making eye contact with him again. She thought about how hard it was to forgive Addison. "I guess she didn't like me anyway."
"Yeah!" George was a little too excited. He looked down. "Sorry."
They fell silent again. Well, this is going well, Meredith sarcastically thought.
George's hands grasped his knees nervously, and his fingers tapped against his kneecap. He looked around. His hair was becoming shiny from all of the sweat.
Nothing could be worse than this.
She wasn't saying anything.
Oh my God. This was the longest someone had ever not talked.
Say something, he kept telling himself. Anything. He brought his hands up to rest on the table, and clasped them together, tightly.
She's bored. Meredith was looking down at her glass blankly. George frowned. He supposed that even talking about McDreamy- Shepherd, not the dog- couldn't be worse than this. "So, um..." She looked at him, patiently, "What happened last night? With Derek?"
"What?" Her forehead wrinkled.
"Well, you guys left- when Joe kicked Shepherd out- and we just assumed you went home. But you didn't get come until after we got back." He noticed, because he was worried about her.
"Well, actually..." she started.
"Derek!" Addison yelled.
He was already gone. She struggled with Alex, but he held her firm until she ripped her body from his, following Derek out into the bar.
Derek was frozen in his place. He was looking at Meredith and George, their stools pushed closer than what was normally appropriate.
He pretended not to see them.
"Derek!"
He whipped around, and saw that Addison was yanking down her dress, quite obviously trying to pull her panties up at the same time.
At least she still had them on.
"I can't believe you!" He yelled at her.
"I didn't do anything." she pleaded with him.
Alex clumsily stumbled through the hallway, following her. His eyes scanned the room, until they landed on Addison, and he made his way too her. He stood very close behind her, but kept his hands to himself. His knee grazed the back of hers, and his breath fell hot on her neck.
Derek crossed his arms, until Addison turned around, and gently pushed Alex away. "Just- hold on for a minute. I'll drive you home."
Derek shook his head. Addison turned back, and walked over to Derek, who had distanced himself from her. "Can we talk in private, please?" She whispered.
"No," Derek was firm, but he waited for her explanation.
She tried to talk as quietly as possible. "I was never with him, and I was never going to sleep with him."
Derek rolled his eyes, and glanced over her shoulder. This was the first time he even noticed that Meredith was watching him. This was his chance to show Meredith that Addison and him were over. It was time to prove his committment.
"No!" He said strongly, hoping he was loud enough for Meredith to hear. He shoved her backward, not too hard, but since Alex was directly behind her, they both fell to the floor in a mess of tangled limbs. This started a large commotion over the other occupants of the bar, and Joe looked up to see Alex and Addison on the floor, with Derek standing over them.
"Hey!" Joe wasn't used to seeing Dr. McDreamy this angry. He pointed to the door, with a somewhat confused look on his face. "Take it outside."
Addison was the first to hop back up from the floor. Alex moved extremely slowly, and only managed to sit up in that time. Addison offered him a hand, and pulled him back up using all of her strength.
Derek was already out the door, and Addison took off after him. Alex trailed behind, and it took Meredith a few moments to decide that she wanted to be a part of this.
Derek sat down on the bench outside of Joe's. What was he going to do?
Addison stopped abruptly in the doorway when she saw him, and Alex smacked into her, causing both of them to waver, and almost fall down agan.
Derek didn't even look up.
Alex grabbed Addison's hand. He really just wanted her to tell him that everything was going to be okay. He was sad, and much too inebriated to know what was really going on.
Addison, on her last string of patience, tore her hand from him. "I'm sorry, Alex. I'm sorry that you're upset. But you have to stop doing that!"
He moved back, his unhappiness made clear in the sluggish way that he moved. He leaned against the brick building, but just enough so that their hips touched, just a little. He closed his eyes.
She walked up to the side of the bench, and waited for Derek to cool down a little. She could his hands clenching, and the way his hair stood on end.
Meredith appeared out of nowhere, and she sat next to Derek on the bench.
Derek almost smiled. It had worked. She was back with him, but he couldn't let her know he wanted her there. For some reason, this seemed to send her flying off.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Derek simply looked at Addison and Alex.
"They're together?"
Derek was still.
Addison moved in front of them. Her hands were shaking, but she didn't know why. "Derek found Alex and I in a somewhat- uncompromising position. But-" she turned to Derek, "-you have to believe me. I didn't want to. I wasn't going to let him. He was just upset!"
Something about the way that she was speaking, all hurried and uncontrolled, made Derek stand up. Meredith pulled him back down. "Alex?"
"I had a bad day," he mumbled. They couldn't really hear what he was saying because his face was pressed into the building, somewhat in embarrassment. His fingers reached out, and grabbed a handful of air. The absence of warm skin made his eyes snap open, and he found that Addison was more than a few feet away. He walked over to her, dragging his feet. He leaned against the wall next to her, closed his eyes in exhaustion, and blindly grabbed for her hips.
That was a mistake.
Because, instead of reaching for the soft skin of her waist, his fingers sunk into her ass, causing her to yelp.
"Sorry-" the apology died on his lips before he found hands on his collar, and felt his head splitting against the brick. "Ow." It would probably have hurt a lot more, if he hadn't finished that last beer.
"Derek!" Meredith pulled Derek's hands off of Alex's neck.
Addison was standing on the edge of the sidewalk in shock. Tears were beginning to pool in her eyes. "Please stop it," She whispered.
Derek shoved Alex against the brick one more time. "She said no, you deaf idiot!"
Alex slumped against the wall, and slid down it, the sharp brick scuffing his jacket.
Addison fell toward him on her knees. "Is he hurt?"
"He's fine," Derek barked, while Meredith straightened his clothes.
Alex's eyes were barely open. "I had a bad day," he repeated.
Addison brushed off his hair. She let a couple of tears run down her face in worry. She wanted him to be okay. She wanted to kiss him on the cheek, but thought better of it. She realized for the first time how sick she felt at the thought of Alex in pain. Maybe she did have the capability to love him.
"It's okay," she told him, and he smiled back up at her.
Addison stood up.
"What happened?" Meredith asked, curiously. Alex never opened up at all, and she had a feeling that he trusted Addison enough to tell her.
"He was just upset..." It annoyed Derek that she kept saying that.
Addison waved her hands around, not wanting to give away anything that made Alex uncomfortable. "It was a patient."
"That died?" Derek laughed. "Patients die everyday."
Addison wondered how he could laugh at someone else's pain. The Derek she used to know would never have done such a thing. He didn't know anything. "No."
"What was it, then?" Meredith knew she was being nosy, but, truth be told, she didn't care.
"Uhh..." she looked down at Alex. It didn't seem like he was paying attention. "It was just a little thing, with an abusive father. I think it brought up some bad memories..."
"Oh..." Derek begins to understand, but Addison doesn't know why he's smiling. "So, like father, like son?"
Meredith and Addison were too busy whispering retorts about his insensitivity, and overall brainlessness to notice Alex quietly standing up. He was putting forth a large effort to keep his eyes open. His tongue felt like it was two sizes too big for his mouth, making his words slur together at first. "Atleast I didn't..." He swallowed, and that helped. He clung to Addison for support. "At least I don't hit women."
Meredith's mouth dropped open.
Addison had a puzzled look on her face, and instantly, Derek defended himself. "What is that supposed to mean? Are you accusing me of something?" Derek quickly formulated a comeback in his head.
Alex tried to glare at him, but he looked more sickly than angry.
"I've never laid a hand on any woman!"
"You push her around." Alex's fingers dug into Addison, but she didn't mind. She liked being protected, although she had a feeling that he wasn't doing much good. "A LOT," he emphasized. "It's not nice."
Derek could feel Meredith physically pulling away from him. He had to stop this. "At least I don't sexually assult them!"
"I- I-" Alex failed to put his feelings into words. "I didn't mean to!"
"That's it!" Addison yelled. Alex was getting heavy, and she couldn't take anymore of this. "I am calling him a cab and you can leave."
"Don't tell me what to do," Derek muttered, only enough for Meredith to hear.
Addison disappeared inside, dragging Alex along with her.
Meredith sat on the bench, and Derek leaned against the wall, in the exact spot the Alex had just resided. They were exhausted. Derek rested his hand on her shoulder, until Addison came back out.
It only took her a few minutes to talk to Joe. She motioned inside. "He's resting. His cab will be here in a few minutes." She walked over to Derek, standing close to him. "What was that?"
"I don't like him, Addie." Derek looked rather pitiful in that moment.
Addison waited.
"You said no, and he kept doing it. What was I supposed to do?"
Meredith was amazed at how they could talk as if she wasn't there. It was like being in The Twilight Zone.
"I didn't mean that. I was talking about how you spoke to him." Addison's hands were on her hips, and she was obviously very serious. "He was already hurting, Derek."
"No, he wasn't!" Derek argued. "If he was sad, he would have been thinking about what was hurting him, instead of doing weird sex things to you."
Addison fought the urge to roll her eyes. She touched his arm, and spoke very softly. "Derek, you know when you lose a patient, and you like it when I- I mean, Meredith-" she took her hand off of him, "-when she rubs your back, and kisses you, and-" Addison couldn't continue. It was unbearable to think of them doing anything more than kissing. "-stuff like that." She compromised.
"Yeah," Derek sighed. He already knew where this was going.
"It's like that. Alex just wanted to be touched. And I happened to be the woman sitting the closest to him."
"Why do you always have to be the woman sitting closest to him?" Derek crossed his arms, putting distance between them.
Addison frowned. Derek was talking in some weird guy code. "Because no one else wants to sit next to me."
"Mark," he reminded.
She was catching on. "Not him."
"Not Mark?"
"You want me to sit next to Mark?"
"No."
Addison laughed, "Well, I have to sit next to someone."
"Why?" Derek whined.
She shook her head. "You get to sit next to Meredith, and I have no one?"
"How about this..." he started, using his hands to lay out the scenario in front of him. "I sit here." He motioned to the left of him. "Meredith sits here." He motioned to the right. "And you sit here." He held his hands up, offering the idea to her, but ultimately knowing it was all fun and games.
"I don't think that's going to work." She chuckled. "Unless you want to move to Utah or Texas or China, or something," she winked at him.
"Sounds like a plan." He laughed, and then paused. "I'm sorry about Karev. I'll apologize to him, okay?"
"Thank you." She grinned. He was being friendly, and nice to her. She didn't know if he had forgiven her or not yet, but it sounded like they were off to a good start.
"And-" he winced, "you should know it might take me a while to get used to the idea of you...sitting next to him."
She swallowed. He was really going to try? She hadn't even gotten that far. Denial was a reoccuring theme in her world, and she hadn't planned on actually attempting to accept his relationship with Meredith. She couldn't even imagine it. But he was going to do that for her? She cursed the universe for playing with her feelings like this. It was unfair that every move he made impacted her, yet she couldn't reach him at all.
"But I don't want to sit with him."
"What?" His hands twitched on the wall.
She was tired of their wordplay. "I want to be with you."
He looked at her blankly.
"I don't want a divorce," she confessed.
Derek turned his head to look at Meredith, to see her reaction to all of this.
But she was gone.
"Where's Meredith?" Addison asked.
"I think we lost her at China."
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A/N: So, I'm actually happy with a chapter, for once. Whooo.
Sorry for the delay. I'm severely burned from the Indy 500 and the 48 hours of party that goes with it. Seriously. The only part of my skin that isn't sizzling is my fingers, for some reason. Hence, I was able to type, and nothing else.
If you want me to finish the Meredith/George date, I will. But otherwise, I'm just going to leave it. I thought that would be really fun to write, but it's not.
Next chapter: Less Addek. (Sorry, guys). More George, Alex, Meredith, Cristina, and IZZIE. Because I miss me some interns. Alex mentions a new love interest. You'll never guess who it is. Unless you name everyone who has EVER been on Grey's. You'll get a hint next time.