A/N: Hey guys! I actually had time to sit down and write this today! I was a left a little bit on the edge and a little bit uneasy by last week's episode, so I decided to start this. I love Mark and Meredith's friendship and I think that they could feel a lot better if they talked to each other every time something happened. I also know that a lot of you were very upset by Oh, the Guilt, so I hope you feel better after reading this.

I'm actually going to extend this and make Addison and Meredith have a club because I think that they could feel a lot better if they talked to each other too. And they don't hate each other so far so it's pretty cool.

So yeah, it's a little fluffy but I'm going to try and update it all through S3 if it allows. Enjoy!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters or this show. Shonda does. Though if I owned McSteamy evil smirk...oh, the possibilities. Just kidding. But seriously, this is just meant to temporarily tie up Shonda's storylines.

The Dirty Mistresses Club

Meredith sat down, feeling the all-too-familiar shape of the bar stool, the table underneath her elbows. She sank into the moment, remembering all that had happened in the past few weeks. Prom, Derek, Addison, Mark, morphine, Izzie, Callie. She had never felt so connected to her friends and so detached from them at the exact same time.

She could be kicking herself. She didn't know Derek. She didn't know anything else anymore. All she knew was that she was sitting here, and the tequila was right within her reach.

Joe's back was turned. He'd turn around, and she's ask for tequila. Or maybe she wouldn't. Maybe she's just talk to him.

She could feel the body slide into the seat next to her. She inwardly sighed. She highly doubted she wanted to talk to anyone right now. She wasn't happy. She wasn't sad. She was just…tired. And numb.

Maybe they wouldn't talk to her. Not everyone who came to this bar had something to do with her. But then again, she was Meredith Grey, and she had this luck. She heard this person…a man, take a breath.

Crap.

"Hey, dirty mistress."

Meredith completely relaxed, smiled, and turned around. Scratch that. This was exactly the person she wanted to talk to.

"I could say the same thing."

"I didn't know if you would turn around. If I remember correctly, I'm supposed to call you adulterous whore now."

Meredith looked at him blankly.

"You were on morphine. I figured you wouldn't remember."

Meredith put her head down and laughed self-consciously. "Tequila and morphine."

"You said 'Woohoo, Mcsteamy',"

"Yeah, we all call you that."

"I bet you have nicknames for everyone."

"We do. Derek is McDreamy. Addison is Satan."

"I bet." Mark laughed.

"There are others. Addison did go by she-Shepherd, but I guess that one has to be retired. I think I heard something about Derek calling her an adulterous bitch."

Mark flinched.

"Mark, what's going on between you, Derek, and Addison? I don't buy that you came here to get a job, and I don't buy that nothing's going on between the three of you."

Mark sighed. "You would know."

"I should technically be thanking you. Derek came because of you."

"You don't sound very happy."

"Sometimes I think I would have been better off without him. More innocent, less dark and twisty."

"Sometimes I think I would have been better off without Addison."

"So you love her."

"Yeah."

"Does she know that?"

"I don't know."

"Well have you talked to her about it?"

"Well, we haven't exactly talked that much."

Meredith stared at him. "You didn't."

Mark looked at her. "What was I supposed to do? She stays with me for 2 months after Derek leaves and then she walks in on me with another person and leaves the next day for a job in Seattle. I stay there and I realize that she's not just another girl. I love her. And she loved me. I get a call a few weeks ago from her. She was drunk."

"What did she say?"

"I'd rather not repeat it. Even though I know that you've probably done worse things."

"Come on, you can tell me." Meredith smirked and pouted a little. "I'm not getting any."

"Only because you're a dirty mistress. Fine." Mark leaned over and whispered in her ear. Meredith's eyes looked like they were about to pop.

"What?" Mark asked.

"I'm surprised that Addison even knew how to do that."

"She taught me, actually."

"Okay, Mark? That was TMI."

"Oh, like you and Derek don't have 'things'."

"Shut up. Tell me what happened next."

"So I came over. It was a freaking transcontinental booty call. She said it herself the morning after."

"You took advantage."

"No, she did. She jumped on me. Very fun."

"Mark…"

"But not when Derek walked in."

"Oh."

"I was coming out of the shower. They were talking on the bed."

"Was she sober?"

"Yes."

"That sucks. What happened next?"

"She told me that she didn't care because she didn't owe him anything. But she felt pretty bad."

"I'll bet."

"She told me what happened at your little prom."

"I didn't want to do that."

"Please," Mark said. "Let me guess. He came onto you. And you couldn't say no."

Meredith was silent. "Yes." She looked at him hard. "I'm guessing that Addison's the same way with you. You cheated on her. Why?"

It was Mark's turn to be silent. "I was afraid."

"Of her?"

"Of us."

Meredith nodded. "Are you afraid anymore?"

"Yes."

"Then you're still in love with her."

"I think that I always will be."

"You slept with Callie."

"You stayed with that vet guy."

"I was depressed. Addison said she didn't want me."

"I couldn't trust Derek."

"You broke up with him. And you told Derek, didn't you? So what happened?"

"He was upset. He ignored it."

"That's partially my fault. I told Addison to tell him about us. Probably right before you told him."

Meredith closed her eyes. "Crap."

"After it, she came to me and told me what happened."

"In your room?"

"Yeah."

Meredith smirked. "I think I can guess what happened next."

"I'm technically not a dirty mistress anymore. She's divorced."

"But they're having problems. We may be dirtier than ever before."

"So where does that leave us?"

"Where does it always leave us? Confused, angry, but always wanting more."

"In a way, we've already won."

"We have a long way to go."

"Meredith?"

"Yeah?"

"We should do this more often."

"Yeah, let's start a freaking club." Meredith laughed.

"Seriously?"

"Only if you are."

"The Dirty Mistresses Club has a nice ring to it."

And so the Dirty Mistresses Club was started. Mark and Meredith exchanged numbers, and the first meeting was declared adjourned.

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