Disclaimer-If I was Shonda, let me tell you Bright and Shiny would be shot by Dark & Twisty, yes I am that dark.
A/N- On a happier note, first (actually its not, it its under this name) FanFic, Read and Review, you know the drill. Hope you enjoy, I plan to have the Second chapter up by later tonight or tom. some time.
-Lex.
Meredith paced at the top of the stairwell waiting for them. This was in fact her party. Her house. Her people. And after all, her life.
Why do human beings throw parties? Competition, perhaps it a case of mine's bigger than yours. No, it must be something personal. Mommy issues much? Or perhaps that altered ego or deprived childhood you cautiously made sure it staid at the grave, decided to stop by for some coffer. We end up being weird people. Bipolar if you will, never having more than one face to yourself at one time. Intriguing, frivolous, and melancholy. Shame on us. We throw parties because we can.
The expression 'Lonely in a crowded room' can characterize Meredith Grey, pin point by pin point. Damn what a shame. She's ruined. Someone eventually came in as the water raised over her pouting lips. Everything blurred as the level was well over her head now. She heard the music blaring below her. Nothing was standing in her way at this point, the door latched, the water stopped pouring into its beholder, and the mute noises she didn't make gone.an ruined her. In the next weeks, she'll thank them, why, because she can.
If I just let it wash away, if I let it all just be taken by the waves, would I be doing wrong? I mean, honestly, they'll never know until I tell them. They never knew. And yet so helplessly, they still let me wade in the water, like nothing ever happened. I'm alive, apparently that's enough. Silly boys and girls, never remember the memories that shouldn't be erased. Ah, but the recycling bin programmed in our frontal lobe must be full from what I have accomplished the last year.
-Anonymous thoughts, from an anonoymous thinker.
"Mere, its Izzie, there's a houseful of your people, waiting for a night on the town, so whenever you decide to stop pruning it might be a good idea to come down" Izzie was yelling into the bathroom door. Spilling the shot of tequila she was so carelessly grasping. She left her spot to see if any one was to wasted to leave.
Meredith heard her blonde roommate's foot steps fade away. It was her time to shine. Meredith slid down closer to the water. She took a dramatic breath
"Hey, its George, whatcha up to in there beauty queen. Soon we are leaving without you, come on Mere, I got a worm with your name on it. Seriously, just peak downstairs so we know your at least alive."
Nothing, not a sound, just the re-occurring splash of the water hear and there. It was set and done, Meredith was in fact, finally, and open drain, everything she poured out was finally coming back to spiral downwards.
"Hey, baby girl, I am willing to pull off McDreamy's clothes for you if its what you want. Come ooooonnn, what possibly can you be doing in there. The night is young an I am drunk lets go." Cristina was clearly to drunk to go to the right door, but no one noticed. She went downstairs and told Mark it was his turn to attempt to pry Meredith out of the room.
"HHHHHHHEllllllllllooo, anyone in there? Oh my goodness, Grey. I am calling a Dirty Ex-Mistress' club meeting, and you being the co-founder are obligated to come. Don't make me send Derek up here." Mark playfully slammed on the door. Smiling, and casually going back downstairs to feast on more savory shots.
"Meredith, I have to piss, and I am only knocking on your door, because the bombshell is throwing up in the other one. Seriously Grey LET ME IN!" Alex didn't leave the post until Izzie yelled up to him she was finished.
"Hey Mere, seriously the two hour shower session are stopping right now, oil price is sky-rocketing, and you being an intern cannot afford it. I'm kidding , but we have jobs. Were surgeons, surgeons who, in fact have jobs to show up for. I…we need to attend to our jobs, I am not waiting for your pampered ass to get out and party. I'm drunk, and waiting, and I don't wait, not any more. So lets go kid, we have a show to run. Sorry, about the fighting words, seriously though honey, get the wheels turning, I'll wait five more minutes, and then I am coming right back. I love you, seriously. Now. Goodbye."
Meredith smiled, underwater, just smiled. Payback is said to be a bitch. We'll she won't we?
Derek traveled back up with an ungrateful expression on his face. He got to top looked back, eavesdropping on his friends conversation and then inched further to the door. His gate picked up speed, as he got closer. He heard the water running, which he didn't in his last visit. And then it came to him. He broke into speed as soon as he stepped a foot away from the door his shoes made a different sound. He looked down, what he thought he knew, shifted. Everything he thought was gone came back and smacked him in the face. He was walking on water, and now once again he needed to wear the armor.
"Meredith! No, Jesus Christ Meredith! Open up Damnit! Somebody help? Help, lets go help!" Derek shook the door knob violently.
"Someone" Oh so vulnerable, like a wounded deer. He ran to the banister to see if anyone was coming, when he realized his call for help was forgotten, he jumped.
"Holy shit McDreamy, you almost made me spill my drink!" Cristina was the first to comment on Derek's leap of courage.
"Guys listen, Meredith. Help, shit she… she can't… she… can't do this." Derek paced.
"What, what, no, Derek she, shit.!" Izzie ran up the steps, Derek close on her tail. Everyone else was just staring blankly, then George stood up.
"She's in the bathroom alone, with the water running. Hell, lets go she's in there alone!"
The other three ran up to find Derek pounding on the door. They look an saw water streaming out from under the maple blocker.
"Get me something to open this, Mark grab something!" Derek was barking orders. "Don't do this Mere" Derek mumbled "for the love of god don't do this."
"Here, Derek do you think?" Mark handed Derek a metal door stopper as he questioned the fate behind the door
"Shit, shit, shit, shit." Cristina was holding the bottle of tequila, Took a quick sip then dropped it. Shattered everywhere, no one noticed. No one needed to, not after what will happen.
Derek hit the knob and broke it. He grabbed the now open door hole and when the burst of steam I hit his face, once again what he thought was opposite of what happened…
Water so much water, it just kept coming. More, piles, which piles of water can't happen, but piles. Inside he smiled. At any moment not to smile, Derek had to. She had to plan this. Something was up.
"Derek, Christ move, she's fucking…" Mark pushed him and he ran.
"Where is all the water coming from." Cristina was questioning not what she should have.
"No, no, no, no, she's not here, she's.." Derek choked, it came on him.
"What do you mean she's not there, she, where, in, where the hell could she be, where , no where she's gone, she's gone."
"She's gone! She's , oh god she's gone. Not again; no, no, no!"