Well this is it I guess – enjoy
Disclaimer – I own nothing, except for most of the plot (I lifted some of the lines for realism) if you know the show you'll recognise them – they're not mine
Song play a big part in the show, so I though I'd use a bit of inspiration. Today's is by Emiliana Torrini – Again nothing belongs to me
Re-done with quotation marks. sorry to thoes who complained. been studying lots of modern literature lately - its a good way to make people focus on what your writing, but I'm easy going, if you ask nicely
Chapter one
HeartStopper
A small pile of assorted nuts lay across the bar. Meredith toyed with the discarded shells. Staring off into the distance. Mark was seated beside her, with something else on his mind. They'd been quietly downing drinks for almost two hours and Meredith was beginning to get the familiar sense of dejavu.
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"I don't think she's coming." He said quietly, staring down at the bar.
"If it helps, this isn't the first time a Shepard stood up a mistress." Meredith slurred
"Not really." He laughed, still not looking at her. "But you tried…god, this is embarrassing."
"Don't be." She said flinging her hand dismissively. "We've all been there"
"Well, I'm getting that impression."
"That's not very fair!" She said, resting her head of the bar…the conversation paused.
"What did you do…when he didn't…?" He asked, coming out of his daze, and looking her straight in the eye for the first time.
"Which time?" She sighed
"That bad?"
"Yeah".
"Should I go back to New York?"
"Why are you asking me?" Meredith tittered. "You can see just how successful I am! I asked him weeks ago, and I'm still waiting here…"
"Well, you're doing better then I am." He sighed.
"No, we've been through this." Meredith said. "I'm the sad one"
"You're the drunk one." He laughed. Then hiccuped
"I'm the drunk one, huh?" Meredith garbled. "Joe! Can we get another drink here?"
"I'm sorry kids!" Joe yelled from the other side of the bar, where he was washing glasses. "It's almost closing."
"Well, in that case, can we grab…two coffees?" He asked in Meredith's direction. She nodded.
"So what are you going to do?" She asked, leaning on the bar again. Twirling her hair drunkenly in her fingers.
"Well, there's not much left to do. I think I lost."
"That's it?" She asked. "You flew…from New York just for that?" He didn't reply
"Maybe I should've done that." She said and stumbled off the bar stool, and out the pub.
She looked dumbly around for her car. It stood over all the other side of the relatively empty hospital parking lot. And by the time she reached it she had to stop and hold onto the door handle to keep her head from spinning as she went for her keys. Not even thinking about the alcohol she had consumed.
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"Missing something?" Came a call from behind her. It was Mark, with her handbag and jacket. "You left in a hurry." He laughed. "The bartender gave me a few funny looks when I was the one who left with the bag."
"Do you want to know what I do?" She asked, as he came over and helped her put on his jacket.
"What are you talking about?" He laughed
"When Derrick doesn't come, and chooses her over me?"
"What do you do?" He asked lifting her hand off the door handle
"I get drunk and sleep with inappropriate men." She smiled a drunken smile at him, it wasn't an invitation, but she was half way there. And he hadn't been with another person since Addison. That was a long time ago. They didn't need to think. Tequila and scotch was doing that for them. He lifted her head up and kissed her.
"I think you'd have a hard time trying to find someone as inappropriate as I am."
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George sat up on his bed, waiting for a sound that wasn't Izzy feeding her beast in the room across the hall. Normally he would drown out the sound of his two housemates' late night adventures with music, but he was waiting to hear Meredith come home. By this stage she'd be drunk, and probably upset. What was he thinking? Meredith was always upset! No one treated her right. She needed him. He was going to do what no brain surgeon could do, and make her happy.
He stopped as he heard a door open and close. What was she doing home now? Did this mean that he was really going to talk to her? He had made no preparations or combed his hair. What was he going to say? He changed clothes and fixed his shaggy hair in the mirror, repeating: "I will always love you Meredith."
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Izzy was making enough noise for two satisfied women as George stepped out into the corridor. The hypocrite. It must be keeping Meredith up. She'll want a distraction. She'll want someone to talk to. George knew, being on the receiving end countless nights. Nothing made you want sex more then when you have to listen to it, alone.
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Like children, we never give up hope…o
He knocked. She didn't answer. He knew she was in there. Did she want to be alone? No one wants to be alone. He knocked again. Was she upset? She needed someone, he watcher her and how alone she was. He resolved to put a stop to her pain and without waiting he opened the door.
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Meredith was not alone. And the expression on her face, although in any other situation could be interpreted as one of distress, was definitely not an upset one. He didn't stay. He should have known. But he didn't know what to think as he traipsed back to his room. He was numb. He looked in his mirror at the idiot staring back at him for the rest of the night, listening to his love drown her sorrows in anyone other then him.
I hope you enjoyed it – please review, I need the encouragement!
(I'd love a beta too if any one's interested)