Grey's Anatomy:Quadratic Equation
Title: Quadratic Equation
Author: Rorylie
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Work Type: fic
Characters: Alex/Meredith/Cristina (Derek, briefly)
Rating: R
Spoilers: none
Written For: Scoob2222
Summary: An honorary dinner goes awry.
A/N: Thanks to waltzmatilda and taylor_serenil for the beta/readthrough services.
“We’re not going to this thing, right?” Alex asked, scowling at the invitation before tossing it back down on the table.
“McDouche’s party?” Cristina muttered. “Why would we go to that?”
Meredith sighed. “He’s doing a nice thing.”
“He’s donating a bunch of money to the hospital so he can feel good about himself,” Cristina countered. “And so that he can hold all of us hostage and force us to listen to a bunch of speeches about how awesome he is.”
“Dick,” Alex supplied.
“Okay, well…the money he’s donating is going to do a lot of good,” Meredith said. “Even if he’s doing it for less than selfless reasons. And we’re going.”
“We’re not going,” Cristina protested. “You’re not married to him anymore, even on a sticker, so we don’t have to go.”
“The chief wants the hospital staff to attend,” Meredith parroted.
“They cannot force you to go to an event honoring your ex-husband,” Cristina shot back.
“Well then I’m going to go to show everyone that I can be mature and professional and that I’m not sitting around heartbroken.”
“This is a stupid idea,” Cristina said, shaking her head. “Because he will have to wear a tie,” she said, pointing to Alex, “I’ll have to miss being in the OR and you’ll have to kiss Sheppard’s ass.”
“It’s only one night,” Meredith said with a shrug. “And you love me, so you’re not going to make me face it by myself.”
“She’s got you there,” Alex pointed out, reaching for his bottle of beer.
“Don’t look so smug,” Cristina said. “You’re going too.”
He shrugged. “Maybe the food will be decent.”
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“This sucks,” Cristina muttered. “The food sucks, there’s barely an alcohol,” she continued, reaching to grab two champagne flutes from a passing waiter.
“The bacon wrapped shrimp thing is pretty good,” Alex shrugged.
She plucked one off of his plate, chewing slowly.
“Hey,” he protested. “Get your own.”
She grabbed another from his plate and ate it quickly, following with both glasses of champagne.
“Look,” Meredith said, “we just have to get through the program and it will all be over.” She paused. “And everyone will see that I’m just fine with my ex-husband and I’m not a tequila whore or a woman scorned or whatever else people say about me. I will be mature and professional, I’ll be a freaking grown up.”
“Sounds boring,” Cristina said.
“Being immature and unprofessional is working out pretty well for me,” Alex added.
“I just want to show everyone that I’m fine,” Meredith sighed.
“And the best way to do that is by kissing your ex-husband’s ass?” Cristina asked.
“Yes,” Meredith said. “At the moment it is.”
“Avery’s doing my surgery you know.”
“It’s not actually your surgery,” Meredith pointed out.
“It would have been.”
“There will be other surgeries.”
“And there won’t be other chances to prove you’re all grown up?” Cristina countered.
“Not in front of the whole hospital.”
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“Where’s Meredith?” Cristina asked, glancing around, dropping into her seat with two fresh champagne glasses.
Alex shrugged. “Derek wanted to talk to her.”
“About what?” Cristina asked, frowning.
“Didn’t say.”
“And you just let her go?” she demanded.
“Uh, she’s a grown up,” he said. “It’s not like he manhandled her or anything. And I offered to kick his ass before we got here, she knows that still stands.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I don’t like anything about any of this,” Alex muttered.
“Me neither.” She craned her neck, watching Meredith hurry back through the crowd and slip into the seat next to her.
“Are you okay?” Cristina asked slowly.
“Great,” Meredith said, reaching for one of the glasses of champagne, downing it and then the other.
“I was gonna drink those,” Cristina protested.
Meredith blinked. “You know what,” she said, standing up. “Screw it. This is stupid, and everyone’s miserable, and it was a bad idea, so screw it. Let’s get out of here.”
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They followed Meredith as she weaved down the hospital hallways, stiletto heels clicking on the tile floors.
“What the hell did he do?” Cristina finally demanded.
The other woman spun around, tottering unsteadily. “Oh, he had to pull me aside to make sure I wasn’t going to get drunk and make a scene like I’m…some embarrassing family member or a drunk or something.” Her cheeks flushed. “Which I guess makes me my father’s daughter, huh?” she asked.
Alex glanced down the hallway at a pack of nurses who were staring at them, hanging onto Meredith’s every word and took her by the elbow, steering her into a nearby on call room.
Cristina followed them, flipping the lock on the door and watching as Meredith paced the small space.
“You were right,” Meredith finally said, sagging down on the bed next to Alex who was already loosening his tie. “This was a stupid idea, because apparently I’m not mature and responsible and professional.”
Cristina shrugged. “So you were married to a douchebag for awhile. It happens.”
Meredith laughed weakly. “That’s very reassuring.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“Thank you,” Meredith said softly. “I know you hated every single second we were in there but you came with me.” She paused. “You realize the two of you…this is like the longest, healthiest relationship I’ve ever had.”
Alex nodded slowly. “Ditto.”
“Okay,” Cristina said, “if we’re going to get all sappy then someone needs to get naked.”
Alex’s lips curved into a smile. “That could probably be arranged.”
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They were cuddling, almost, bare skin cooling, a sheet that wasn’t really big enough for three people stretched over their bodies, leaving Alex and Cristina tugging on it on either side of Meredith’s body.
The bed wasn’t really big enough for the three of them either, which made the cuddling kind of a necessity anyway.
“We should go back to the party,” Meredith said, smiling lazily and sitting up.
“Yeah,” Alex said with a grin. “That’s a great idea.”
“That’s a terrible idea,” Cristina sighed. “And I was totally right last time so you should listen to me.”
“Isn’t living well the best revenge?” Meredith asked.
“Destroying someone’s life is the best revenge,” Cristina countered. “I guess living well is maybe second or third.”
Meredith leaned back down, kissing the other woman. “I love you Cristina Yang.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Cristina said, rolling her eyes. “You wanna throw this little bit of indecency in McDreamy’s face?”
“Kind of,” Meredith admitted. “Does that make me a terrible person.”
Cristina grinned at her. “Makes you awesome. I’m in. You?” she asked, looking over at Alex.
He shrugged. “I never really liked the guy.”
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They got back to the party just as the speeches were finishing up, taking the seats they’d vacated near the front of the room.
They’d barely gotten a fresh round of champagne from a passing waiter when Derek appeared, shaking his head disapprovingly.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
“Celebrating your incredible generosity,” Meredith said, blinking innocently.
“This is exactly what I was talking about,” he hissed. “I knew you were going to do something.”
“You knew I was going to ditch your party and have sex with the two of them?” Meredith asked. “Because you’ve gotten much more insightful since we divorced, your third wife will be a lucky, lucky woman.”
He reached for her arm and Alex stood up. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he muttered. “Touch her. Cause she’s a scary bitch,” he said, nodding to Cristina, “and I was pretty much raised by wolves, so I don’t really believe in decorum or behaving myself in public, and we’re pretty protective of her.”
“Yeah,” Cristina agreed, “I guess you could say your loss was our gain.” She grinned. “I always knew I was smarter than you.”
Author: Rorylie
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Work Type: fic
Characters: Alex/Meredith/Cristina (Derek, briefly)
Rating: R
Spoilers: none
Written For: Scoob2222
Summary: An honorary dinner goes awry.
A/N: Thanks to waltzmatilda and taylor_serenil for the beta/readthrough services.
“We’re not going to this thing, right?” Alex asked, scowling at the invitation before tossing it back down on the table.
“McDouche’s party?” Cristina muttered. “Why would we go to that?”
Meredith sighed. “He’s doing a nice thing.”
“He’s donating a bunch of money to the hospital so he can feel good about himself,” Cristina countered. “And so that he can hold all of us hostage and force us to listen to a bunch of speeches about how awesome he is.”
“Dick,” Alex supplied.
“Okay, well…the money he’s donating is going to do a lot of good,” Meredith said. “Even if he’s doing it for less than selfless reasons. And we’re going.”
“We’re not going,” Cristina protested. “You’re not married to him anymore, even on a sticker, so we don’t have to go.”
“The chief wants the hospital staff to attend,” Meredith parroted.
“They cannot force you to go to an event honoring your ex-husband,” Cristina shot back.
“Well then I’m going to go to show everyone that I can be mature and professional and that I’m not sitting around heartbroken.”
“This is a stupid idea,” Cristina said, shaking her head. “Because he will have to wear a tie,” she said, pointing to Alex, “I’ll have to miss being in the OR and you’ll have to kiss Sheppard’s ass.”
“It’s only one night,” Meredith said with a shrug. “And you love me, so you’re not going to make me face it by myself.”
“She’s got you there,” Alex pointed out, reaching for his bottle of beer.
“Don’t look so smug,” Cristina said. “You’re going too.”
He shrugged. “Maybe the food will be decent.”
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“This sucks,” Cristina muttered. “The food sucks, there’s barely an alcohol,” she continued, reaching to grab two champagne flutes from a passing waiter.
“The bacon wrapped shrimp thing is pretty good,” Alex shrugged.
She plucked one off of his plate, chewing slowly.
“Hey,” he protested. “Get your own.”
She grabbed another from his plate and ate it quickly, following with both glasses of champagne.
“Look,” Meredith said, “we just have to get through the program and it will all be over.” She paused. “And everyone will see that I’m just fine with my ex-husband and I’m not a tequila whore or a woman scorned or whatever else people say about me. I will be mature and professional, I’ll be a freaking grown up.”
“Sounds boring,” Cristina said.
“Being immature and unprofessional is working out pretty well for me,” Alex added.
“I just want to show everyone that I’m fine,” Meredith sighed.
“And the best way to do that is by kissing your ex-husband’s ass?” Cristina asked.
“Yes,” Meredith said. “At the moment it is.”
“Avery’s doing my surgery you know.”
“It’s not actually your surgery,” Meredith pointed out.
“It would have been.”
“There will be other surgeries.”
“And there won’t be other chances to prove you’re all grown up?” Cristina countered.
“Not in front of the whole hospital.”
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“Where’s Meredith?” Cristina asked, glancing around, dropping into her seat with two fresh champagne glasses.
Alex shrugged. “Derek wanted to talk to her.”
“About what?” Cristina asked, frowning.
“Didn’t say.”
“And you just let her go?” she demanded.
“Uh, she’s a grown up,” he said. “It’s not like he manhandled her or anything. And I offered to kick his ass before we got here, she knows that still stands.”
“I don’t like it.”
“I don’t like anything about any of this,” Alex muttered.
“Me neither.” She craned her neck, watching Meredith hurry back through the crowd and slip into the seat next to her.
“Are you okay?” Cristina asked slowly.
“Great,” Meredith said, reaching for one of the glasses of champagne, downing it and then the other.
“I was gonna drink those,” Cristina protested.
Meredith blinked. “You know what,” she said, standing up. “Screw it. This is stupid, and everyone’s miserable, and it was a bad idea, so screw it. Let’s get out of here.”
88888888888
They followed Meredith as she weaved down the hospital hallways, stiletto heels clicking on the tile floors.
“What the hell did he do?” Cristina finally demanded.
The other woman spun around, tottering unsteadily. “Oh, he had to pull me aside to make sure I wasn’t going to get drunk and make a scene like I’m…some embarrassing family member or a drunk or something.” Her cheeks flushed. “Which I guess makes me my father’s daughter, huh?” she asked.
Alex glanced down the hallway at a pack of nurses who were staring at them, hanging onto Meredith’s every word and took her by the elbow, steering her into a nearby on call room.
Cristina followed them, flipping the lock on the door and watching as Meredith paced the small space.
“You were right,” Meredith finally said, sagging down on the bed next to Alex who was already loosening his tie. “This was a stupid idea, because apparently I’m not mature and responsible and professional.”
Cristina shrugged. “So you were married to a douchebag for awhile. It happens.”
Meredith laughed weakly. “That’s very reassuring.”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
“Thank you,” Meredith said softly. “I know you hated every single second we were in there but you came with me.” She paused. “You realize the two of you…this is like the longest, healthiest relationship I’ve ever had.”
Alex nodded slowly. “Ditto.”
“Okay,” Cristina said, “if we’re going to get all sappy then someone needs to get naked.”
Alex’s lips curved into a smile. “That could probably be arranged.”
8888888888
They were cuddling, almost, bare skin cooling, a sheet that wasn’t really big enough for three people stretched over their bodies, leaving Alex and Cristina tugging on it on either side of Meredith’s body.
The bed wasn’t really big enough for the three of them either, which made the cuddling kind of a necessity anyway.
“We should go back to the party,” Meredith said, smiling lazily and sitting up.
“Yeah,” Alex said with a grin. “That’s a great idea.”
“That’s a terrible idea,” Cristina sighed. “And I was totally right last time so you should listen to me.”
“Isn’t living well the best revenge?” Meredith asked.
“Destroying someone’s life is the best revenge,” Cristina countered. “I guess living well is maybe second or third.”
Meredith leaned back down, kissing the other woman. “I love you Cristina Yang.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Cristina said, rolling her eyes. “You wanna throw this little bit of indecency in McDreamy’s face?”
“Kind of,” Meredith admitted. “Does that make me a terrible person.”
Cristina grinned at her. “Makes you awesome. I’m in. You?” she asked, looking over at Alex.
He shrugged. “I never really liked the guy.”
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They got back to the party just as the speeches were finishing up, taking the seats they’d vacated near the front of the room.
They’d barely gotten a fresh round of champagne from a passing waiter when Derek appeared, shaking his head disapprovingly.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
“Celebrating your incredible generosity,” Meredith said, blinking innocently.
“This is exactly what I was talking about,” he hissed. “I knew you were going to do something.”
“You knew I was going to ditch your party and have sex with the two of them?” Meredith asked. “Because you’ve gotten much more insightful since we divorced, your third wife will be a lucky, lucky woman.”
He reached for her arm and Alex stood up. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he muttered. “Touch her. Cause she’s a scary bitch,” he said, nodding to Cristina, “and I was pretty much raised by wolves, so I don’t really believe in decorum or behaving myself in public, and we’re pretty protective of her.”
“Yeah,” Cristina agreed, “I guess you could say your loss was our gain.” She grinned. “I always knew I was smarter than you.”