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I am sitting beside Amelia, anxiously waiting for Meredith to come out of Megan's room. When I went in there, Megan said she wanted to talk to Meredith alone, but not what she wanted to talk about. I tapped my foot rapidly, hoping Megan wouldn't say anything rude like she did last time.
Several minutes passed by in silence. "Did Megan say what she wanted to talk to Meredith about?"
"She didn't say." I reply without even looking Amelia's way.
"Oh. Uh, on a different note, Meredith told me about her being drunk and saying 'I love you', and you saying it this morning."
"Some days she seems like she is happy with me, then there are the days where everything I say is wrong. I just don't get her sometimes." I sigh, and run my hand over my face.
Amelia turns to face me. "It's like that with Meredith. She's very hard to get close too. We just recently got close and stopped fighting all the time. It takes time, and she does not like to open up to just anyone."
I nod my head. "Yeah, I've noticed. I wish I could take back time saying I love you this morning."
Amelia stifles a laugh. "That won't have mattered."
"Why not?" I ask, now turning to face her.
"The uh, dinner the other night. She heard you tell Owen that you loved her."
I raise my eyebrows. "She did? I thought she went to the bathroom."
"She actually just went around the corner to get out of the room. Then you said it, and she heard it. That's when she went to the bathroom."
"She never said anything about it, not even this morning." She already knew how I felt. I just wish she felt the same way. My feelings for her are so strong, and it's making it hard to even think about picking between her and Megan.
"I don't know Nathan." She shrugged. "She probably just didn't know how to bring it up."
I rest my face in my palm, already ready to go to bed and it's barely afternoon. "True."
"For all it's worth though, I know she has fallen for you. Her feelings for you are strong. Maybe it's love, maybe it's not. Whatever it is, she'll tell you when she is ready." Amelia place her hand on mine in a comforting way. "She will be ready eventually, and I think it will be soon."
"I just wish there was an easy way to decide who to be with. I love them both, but it's different for both of them. Meredith wants me to have my miracle dream, but I think she is my new dream."
Amelia pulls back her hand abruptly and covers her mouth. She nods quickly before dodging toward the bathroom, leaving me alone.
I take a moment to glance around the waiting room at all the hopeful families and can't help but wonder if I had seemed as crazy and sleep deprived as them when Megan had her surgery. I'm sure I was, even though most of that night is a blur to me now. I vaguely remember falling asleep with Meredith on my shoulder, but I don't know if I had made that up in the blur of the night. I do remember yelling at Meredith, very vividly. I just wish there was a way to redo the night, and fix everything that went wrong. Maybe everything would be easier if I could.
Meredith rounding the corner brings me out of my thoughts. "What happened? How did it go?"
"It went fine." She stated as she got closer, before putting a hand on her hip. "You ready to go to your friend's to help paint?"
I turn my head to the side, trying to see if I could read her body language, since she is being her stubborn self. "Uh, yeah. Let's go then."
She pulls her purse onto her shoulder and turns to leave in a swift moment, leaving me to wonder what they talked about in that room. In my peripheral vision I see Amelia emerge from the bathroom, with her hair tied up and a place face.
"I'm going to go find Owen." She says while walking past me.
"Okay." I say to no one, before following Meredith down the hall.
It only takes a moment for me to catch up to her, and I place my hand on her back. She flinches away, and I just let my hand drop to my side. "Uh, how was the talk with Megan?"
"It was good." She doesn't look in my direction at all and just presses the first floor button on the elevator.
"Good? That's all I get?" I ask, shoving my hands in my pockets.
She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and continues to look forward. "Yep."
"Well, can I at least know what you were talking about?" I get the feeling that she is going to be stubborn and not tell me.
She turns her head toward me and shakes her head. "No." She turns back toward the elevator doors. "It was a private conversation."
I scoff. "Really Meredith?"
"Yep." She says before exiting the elevator, leaving me more confused then I was earlier. I shake it off before jogging to catch up with her again.
"Can you at least tell me if it was about me?" I pry.
She stops walking abruptly. "No Nathan, I can't. It was a private conversation between Megan and I, you were not part of it. Stop asking." She turns swiftly, her sweet smelling hair flying right in front of my face.
I walk a few paces behind her, not wanting to upset her more than I already had. Once we reach the car, I decide to speak up. "I'm not going to ask again, okay? I got it, you won't tell me. Can we at least be able to talk to each other while we go help my friend?"
I unlock the doors, and we both get in and put on our seat belts. "I can do that."
"Good." I say as I reverse out of the parking spot.
The serval minutes of silence is slowly starting to drive me crazy, but I have no idea what to start talking about. This morning, her and Megan's talk, and her personal life is pretty much off limits. She hasn't been working so I can't even ask her about a case. It's probably best just to stick to talking about helping my friend. "You ready to get painting?"
"I guess." She responds blatantly, and keeps her eyes focused out the window.
"You guess? You need a little more enthusiasm than that." I glance in her direction, hoping she'll look my way. I'm disappointed when she doesn't, but I'm not totally surprised. I've noticed when something is bothering her she tends to push it away, but I intend to get to the bottom of it.
"Yeah, I'm just tired Nathan. I want to get through the rest of the day and snuggle in bed with my kids." She sighs.
"Well do you want me to take you home now? I can if you really want to."
"No, it's fine. We made a promise to your friend that we would help, and I'm going to back out of this promise."
I turn down the street that coffee shop is on. "Okay."
Once again, the car is filled with silence except for the hum of the engine. Thankfully, it's only like a minute or two until I'm pulling into the parking space, and we are both heading inside.
Travis greets us both, and heads back to get us both coffees, leaving Meredith and I to figure out where to start. "Is there a certain wall or spot you want to start on?"
"This one is fine." She points to the white wall to right of us.
"Sounds good to me." I grab the roller, paint and smaller brushes from one of the tables in the center of the room and bring them over to where Meredith is standing.
She pulls her hair back into a ponytail quickly before reaching down to grab the roller. "I want the roller."
"That's fine, I use the brushes and go around the edges." I pour some of the paint into the little plastic container for the roller.
Meredith pushes up her sleeves before reaching down to get some paint on the roller, then onto the wall.
Just then Travis appears with our coffees, placing them onto the table near us. Meredith drops the roller, and paint splashes all around.
"Meredith!" I say, wiping the drop of paint from my face.
"There is plastic over everything, stop being a big baby." She giggles, now taking a sip of her coffee.
"I'm not a big baby!" I retort, grabbing my own coffee.
"Yelling over a drop of paint? That sounds like a baby to me." She smiles behind her coffee.
"I'm not a baby." I repeat.
"Let me guess, you are a big, bad man?" She giggles sarcastically while flexing her own tiny muscles.
"Exactly." I grin, putting up my own arms, showing off my much bigger muscles.
She spits out her coffee while laughing. "Okay, you're not a baby. You just act like one."
"I can't win with you, can I?" She shakes her head as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
"So, are you guys a thing or what?" Travis asks, emerging from the coffee bar with his own coffee.
Meredith chokes on her coffee while shaking her head no. "Uh, no we aren't mate. Just friends."
"Y'all just seem really friendly. You don't have to lie to me."
I swallow nervously, ready to tell him the truth. "We were a thing for a few months, but now we are just friends." Well, at least some of the truth.
"That's nice to see that you guys are still friends. That's really rare for ex's."
I glance at Meredith who has her eyes trained to the floor. "Well, it is really confusing, and it sucks most of the time."
"Well, make it not confusing then." Travis takes another sip of his coffee.
"I wish I could mate." Now my eyes find the floor. "Megan was found alive not that long ago, and that's why we broke up. It's was more complicated than just getting back together."
"Oh, I'm sorry mate, I didn't know she was found. How is she?"
"So-so. She was getting better, but then she had another setback, but her PTSD is pretty bad. It's a work in progress." I sigh.
"Oh, well hopefully she gets better soon." He slurps up the rest of his coffee. "I'm going to go clean of the coffee maker, you guys feel free to continue painting."
He leaves Meredith and I alone again. "I'm sorry about that. I never know how to tell people about Megan, or us, it's just all a big mess."
She nods. "I understand. It is confusing, and it's alright to not know."
"Thanks. You ready to get painting?"
"Yeah." She leans down to pick up the roller, and starts on a white section of the wall. I grab my brush, and start near the corner.
I quickly finish the corner, and take a step to the side to do along the ceiling, and I end up stepping on Meredith's foot.
"Ow! Watch it!" She shoves me, and I stumble back catching myself on the wall with my arm.
"Sorry, sorry, I was just trying to move that way," I gesture toward the non-painted area. "And I didn't think you were going to be right up next to me already." I take a moment to admire how quickly she had already painted most of the wall.
"It's fine." She suppresses her laughter.
"What is so funny?" I glance around again, looking for what I'd missed.
"Your arm," She points to my arm on the wall. "You put your arm on wet paint."
"Oh shit!" I yank my arm away, to find my sleeve covered in paint from my wrist to my elbow. "Probably wasn't the smartest idea to wear long sleeves, huh?"
"Nope." She laughs, before continuing painting.
"It's not that funny." I cross my arms.
She covers her mouth in attempt to stop laughing, but ends up laughing anyways. "It really is. Especially since you got more paint all over you."
"What?" I look down, and can very obviously see where I had laid my arm across my chest when I crossed them. "Damn it!"
"Well, I thought I was a mess but I guess you proved me wrong Riggs." She leans down to pick up one of the smaller brushes, and dips into the paint. "To bad that your whole outfit got paint all over it." She smirks.
My eyes immediately glance down to see that it's just my shirt that has paint on it, and that I have no idea what she is talking about. "What do you-"
I don't even get the chance to finish my sentence before she slings the paintbrush, and paint comes flying my way. "See what I mean?" She puts a hand on her hip.
"Meredith Grey, you started a war!" I grab my paintbrush, get some paint on it and sling it at her. She moves out of the way, and it instead goes all over the plastic.
"I think I just won because you suck." She laughs.
"Oh really?" I rush toward her, swiftly pick her up and put her over my shoulder. "No, I definitely won."
I can feel her hands on my back trying to push off of me. "Nathan, put me down right now!"
She kicks her legs, and I wrap my arm around them to stop them. "Not to you admit that I won."
"No! Just put me down!"
"Nope!" I just hope that Travis doesn't walk in right now, because there is no way I'm explaining what is happening right now.
"Remember I own a big chunk of the hospital, so technically I'm your boss and you have to do what I say, and I say put me down!" She thrashes a little bit in my arms.
"Fine! Only because I want to put you down." I walk over to one of the covered bean bag chairs, and throw her down onto it. She sinks in slightly, and crosses her arms.
"Whatever, you cheated." She lets out a huff of air.
"You never said there was any rules."
She kicks at me, and immediately looks scared. "I'm sorry, I forgot you still had a brace on, you just have been walking so well and I'm sure it's almost time to get it off but I just forgot about it. I'm sorry I really didn't mean to." She rambled.
"It's fine, and it doesn't much hurt anymore. And you're right, I do get it off soon, thankfully. It's fine, really."
Her face relaxes a little. "Oh okay, good. I thought I had hurt you."
"No, truly, you are fine." I smile, hoping to convince her further.
"Okay. Will you help me up?" She half smiles and holds out a hand.
I reach out to and grab her soft hand, and yank her up in one pull. She stumbles forward, leaving us inches apart. Her other hand, the injured one, catches herself on my chest, and I don't let go of the other one. I lean in to kiss her, but she turns and I end up kissing her cheek.
"Nathan, we can't do this. You know this." She steps away, and crosses her arms.
"We were literally kissing this morning." I argue.
"Well, I'm tired of my feelings being messed with while you try to pick between the two of us!" She yells, and turns to face away from me.
"You could have told me if it was getting harder on you." I step closer to her, but she just takes another step away.
"Just never mind Nathan. We almost finished that wall, so I'm going to go home to my kids. You finish up the parts you didn't, and I'm going to call an Uber."
"Okay, bye." I say softly, watching her pull out her phone.
"Bye." She says before she heads out the door.
You guys should know by now that I'm not one to give away things right away! You will find out what Meredith and Megan talked about eventually, but for right now, it's my little secret! *Queue the evil laugh*
Grey's Season 14 is now on Netflix, and I started re watching it, and I still wish Merthan got a proper goodbye. You guys know if I were to separate them in this story, that I would at least give them a proper goodbye, not just a "thank you" text, they deserve better than that. Anyways, that's the end of my rant and as always, please review!