Okay so yeah.
Title: Reconciliation
Pairing: Meredith/Addison, slight Izzie/Addison
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Words: 1,065
Thanks to __inadream for beta-ing! :)
Addison couldn't remember the last time she did laundry at home. It must have been 8 months. At least. Not that she had anything against doing laundry at the Speed Queen coin laundry center down the street from the hotel. On the contrary, she usually enjoyed living out of a suitcase, wandering the streets of Seattle and discovering new places that she was sure Derek didn't know about. It made her feel independent. She could do her own fucking laundry, dammit. But she ran out of change about 3 weeks ago and needed a place to wash the heaps of clothes that were piling up on the floor of her hotel room. So.
So she was at Meredith Grey's house. Actually, when she thought about it, she could just as easily call it "Izzie Stevens' house" or "George O'Malley's house" but essentially, Addison knew that it was her ex-husband's mistress-turned-girlfriend's place, and she just couldn't get over how strange that was. How weird it was that she was there, sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for the wash cycle to end. 30 minutes had never seemed so long.
But then Izzie Stevens walked into the room with a plate of cookies and made everything seem a little bit better. "Here," She said, offering them to Addison. "They just came out of the oven."
A weight seem to be lifted off of Addison's shoulders as Izzie flounced onto the couch next to her in sweatpants and a WSU-Pullman sweater, her hair was down and falling around her face in soft waves. Addison watched Izzie talk for awhile, not really directly addressing Addison and idly picking at her nail polish. There was something devastatingly adorable about the way she laughed at herself. Addison remained quiet, nodding every so often even though she really had no clue what Dr. Stevens was going on about. She couldn't put her finger on it, but Izzie somehow reminded her of herself, back in New York, when she and Derek would wake up at noon and have breakfast at two. Life was simpler then.
Addison was about to thank her for the cookies when Izzie interjected that it was so nice to see her, but she had a "date in 20 minutes that she couldn't get out of" and made her way up the stairs.
Okay.
Addison sighed as she nervously awaited sitting on the couch by herself for the next 13 minutes with a plate of very tempting oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and the looming possibility of Meredith coming downstairs. This was a new feeling. Addison Forbes Montgomery doesn't get nervous. In fact, it's her job to make people nervous. But this was different. It wasn't the nervousness that threw her so much as it was the anticipation. Why the hell did she want to see Meredith Grey?
"Hi Addison."
Ten seconds later Meredith’s voice rang out behind her and Addison whipped her head around so fast that it kind of hurt. "Meredith," She acknowledged, smiling slightly and facing forward once again.
This wasn't the Meredith Grey she remembered from the hospital. Meredith Grey was supposed to have an annoying little voice and a shrill little laugh and the silhouette of an anorexic teenage boy. But Meredith was wearing cute jeans and a red shirt, her hair down and a genuine smile on her face and Addison almost didn't recognize her. This Meredith had a figure and delicate features and an endearing half-smile and wasn't irritating in the least. Maybe the fact that she wasn't flirting with Addison's husband-ex-husband had a remarkable effect on her appearance, because Meredith Grey looked human. Normal. Maybe she even looked like someone that Addison Forbes Montgomery wanted to get to know.
The woman sat on a chair across from Addison and asked "What brings you here?"
Addison was taken aback with the normalcy of the question, like she and Meredith were sitting down to have their weekly cup of coffee. After a moment of thought she answered. "Laundry."
Meredith looked at Addison quizzically. Apparently the response called for some sort of explanation.
"I don't have my own place yet and Izzie offered to let me use your washing machine."
"Oh. I thought you and Mark...?"
"We haven't moved in together...yet...actually, we might be breaking up." The words rolled off her tongue before Addison could realize what she was saying. She was spilling secrets about her relationship with Mark Sloan to Meredith fucking Grey. What the hell was wrong with her?
"Oh." Meredith shifted her eyes to the ground and Addison could tell she was feeling very uncomfortable.
Addison crossed her legs and rubbed her forehead, inwardly furious that she was letting herself be intimidated by Meredith, of all people. "Look, I didn't mean to--I mean, you probably didn't want to know that. Sorry."
"No, no. I..." Meredith stood up from the chair, to leave, Addison supposed, but then took a seat next to Addison on the couch. She turned to Addison and said "I just want to say sorry. I'm sorry for stealing your husband...twice."
Addison stared at her in amazement. Was this really happening? Finally?
"The thing is...you're like, perfect, you know? And I didn't know how to compete with that. I mean, you're gorgeous and well-respected and calm and even-tempered and I am...well...not. And I don't want to be your enemy. I really don't. Because I just can't pretend that you are a terrible, evil person anymore. And I want to call a truce. Is that what you call it? A truce? No more fighting." She suddenly looked hesitant. "Is that okay?"
Addison had to hand it to her. It took a lot of guts to confront your boyfriend's ex-wife and basically apologize for being a whore. Addison respected that. And no matter how hard she tried to hate Meredith, she couldn't. So she stopped trying.
"Yes." She stuck out her hand and smiled. "Truce, Dr. Grey." Meredith shook it and grinned back.
At that exact moment the washing machine timer went off. Addison knew that she should have felt incredibly relieved, but for some reason, she didn't. She also realized that Meredith Grey was sitting extremely close to her. Addison cleared her throat. "Well, I guess I should--"
"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Meredith interrupted.
Addison figured that the day couldn't get any stranger.
"Sure."
End.
Pairing: Meredith/Addison, slight Izzie/Addison
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Words: 1,065
Thanks to __inadream for beta-ing! :)
Addison couldn't remember the last time she did laundry at home. It must have been 8 months. At least. Not that she had anything against doing laundry at the Speed Queen coin laundry center down the street from the hotel. On the contrary, she usually enjoyed living out of a suitcase, wandering the streets of Seattle and discovering new places that she was sure Derek didn't know about. It made her feel independent. She could do her own fucking laundry, dammit. But she ran out of change about 3 weeks ago and needed a place to wash the heaps of clothes that were piling up on the floor of her hotel room. So.
So she was at Meredith Grey's house. Actually, when she thought about it, she could just as easily call it "Izzie Stevens' house" or "George O'Malley's house" but essentially, Addison knew that it was her ex-husband's mistress-turned-girlfriend's place, and she just couldn't get over how strange that was. How weird it was that she was there, sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for the wash cycle to end. 30 minutes had never seemed so long.
But then Izzie Stevens walked into the room with a plate of cookies and made everything seem a little bit better. "Here," She said, offering them to Addison. "They just came out of the oven."
A weight seem to be lifted off of Addison's shoulders as Izzie flounced onto the couch next to her in sweatpants and a WSU-Pullman sweater, her hair was down and falling around her face in soft waves. Addison watched Izzie talk for awhile, not really directly addressing Addison and idly picking at her nail polish. There was something devastatingly adorable about the way she laughed at herself. Addison remained quiet, nodding every so often even though she really had no clue what Dr. Stevens was going on about. She couldn't put her finger on it, but Izzie somehow reminded her of herself, back in New York, when she and Derek would wake up at noon and have breakfast at two. Life was simpler then.
Addison was about to thank her for the cookies when Izzie interjected that it was so nice to see her, but she had a "date in 20 minutes that she couldn't get out of" and made her way up the stairs.
Okay.
Addison sighed as she nervously awaited sitting on the couch by herself for the next 13 minutes with a plate of very tempting oatmeal chocolate chip cookies and the looming possibility of Meredith coming downstairs. This was a new feeling. Addison Forbes Montgomery doesn't get nervous. In fact, it's her job to make people nervous. But this was different. It wasn't the nervousness that threw her so much as it was the anticipation. Why the hell did she want to see Meredith Grey?
"Hi Addison."
Ten seconds later Meredith’s voice rang out behind her and Addison whipped her head around so fast that it kind of hurt. "Meredith," She acknowledged, smiling slightly and facing forward once again.
This wasn't the Meredith Grey she remembered from the hospital. Meredith Grey was supposed to have an annoying little voice and a shrill little laugh and the silhouette of an anorexic teenage boy. But Meredith was wearing cute jeans and a red shirt, her hair down and a genuine smile on her face and Addison almost didn't recognize her. This Meredith had a figure and delicate features and an endearing half-smile and wasn't irritating in the least. Maybe the fact that she wasn't flirting with Addison's husband-ex-husband had a remarkable effect on her appearance, because Meredith Grey looked human. Normal. Maybe she even looked like someone that Addison Forbes Montgomery wanted to get to know.
The woman sat on a chair across from Addison and asked "What brings you here?"
Addison was taken aback with the normalcy of the question, like she and Meredith were sitting down to have their weekly cup of coffee. After a moment of thought she answered. "Laundry."
Meredith looked at Addison quizzically. Apparently the response called for some sort of explanation.
"I don't have my own place yet and Izzie offered to let me use your washing machine."
"Oh. I thought you and Mark...?"
"We haven't moved in together...yet...actually, we might be breaking up." The words rolled off her tongue before Addison could realize what she was saying. She was spilling secrets about her relationship with Mark Sloan to Meredith fucking Grey. What the hell was wrong with her?
"Oh." Meredith shifted her eyes to the ground and Addison could tell she was feeling very uncomfortable.
Addison crossed her legs and rubbed her forehead, inwardly furious that she was letting herself be intimidated by Meredith, of all people. "Look, I didn't mean to--I mean, you probably didn't want to know that. Sorry."
"No, no. I..." Meredith stood up from the chair, to leave, Addison supposed, but then took a seat next to Addison on the couch. She turned to Addison and said "I just want to say sorry. I'm sorry for stealing your husband...twice."
Addison stared at her in amazement. Was this really happening? Finally?
"The thing is...you're like, perfect, you know? And I didn't know how to compete with that. I mean, you're gorgeous and well-respected and calm and even-tempered and I am...well...not. And I don't want to be your enemy. I really don't. Because I just can't pretend that you are a terrible, evil person anymore. And I want to call a truce. Is that what you call it? A truce? No more fighting." She suddenly looked hesitant. "Is that okay?"
Addison had to hand it to her. It took a lot of guts to confront your boyfriend's ex-wife and basically apologize for being a whore. Addison respected that. And no matter how hard she tried to hate Meredith, she couldn't. So she stopped trying.
"Yes." She stuck out her hand and smiled. "Truce, Dr. Grey." Meredith shook it and grinned back.
At that exact moment the washing machine timer went off. Addison knew that she should have felt incredibly relieved, but for some reason, she didn't. She also realized that Meredith Grey was sitting extremely close to her. Addison cleared her throat. "Well, I guess I should--"
"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Meredith interrupted.
Addison figured that the day couldn't get any stranger.
"Sure."
End.