Dark and Twisty (GA)
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing(s): Derek/Meredith
Rating: PG
Word Count: 473
Notes: For this week's challenge over at 15_minute_fic.
Meredith has never been a very open person. She’s more dark and twisty than she is bright and shiny. Over the years she’s grown so used to it that it has stopped bothering her. But what she can not fathom, is how to get Derek to accept it.
She spends an afternoon thinking about it, one of those rare days she has off of work. She could have gone to the park, taken a ferry ride, gone down to Pike’s Market to pretend to be a tourist. But instead she sits on the floor of her room, lying on her back looking at the ceiling, thinking about it. Maybe that’s another way the dark and twisty manifests itself, she isn’t quite sure.
Derek comes knocking at the door around 8 o’clock when he gets off of work. Izzie tells him Meredith’s not at home, and Meredith--who has been sitting in the dark of her room and never said hello to Izzie--doesn’t bother to reveal herself to either her roommate or her boyfriend.
Sitting in the dark helps, she thinks, but she still can’t figure out a way to make Derek understand.
That night she drives to his trailer. It’s midnight, but she doesn’t care.
When she sees him, she pounces.
‘Addison, when she…you know. When you thought your marriage was over. How did it make you feel?’ Meredith demands.
Derek frowns, and for a minute she thinks he isn’t going to answer. ‘Angry,’ he says. ‘Hurt, and…’ he pauses.
‘…dark and twisty? Closed? Done?’ Meredith supplies.
‘Sort of like that, yeah.’ Derek smiles.
Meredith’s knees weaken, and her traitorous brain tells her to kiss him now and to heck with this. But she forces herself to strengthen her resolve.
‘Imagine Addison cheating on you every night of the week. Imagine being five years old--or ten years old, thirteen. Seventeen even, and being told that you don’t matter. That others are more important, more appealing, more worthy. My mother never cared what I wanted, never cared what I thought. And by the time I was old enough to understand that, I wouldn’t have told her anything about me even if she’d asked. Even if she had begged. I’ll try to be more open, but it goes against my nature, against every fibre of my being. And if anyone had asked but you, I wouldn’t be willing to do it.’
Derek smiles that intoxicating smile of his again, ‘you’ll try to be more open?’ he surmises.
‘Yes,’ Meredith assures him. ‘And less dark and twisty. Maybe. If I can manage it. These aren’t baby steps we’re talking about here. These are years of therapy and mommy issues.’
‘Well maybe you keep the dark and twisty,’ says Derek.
He finally kisses her, and Meredith knows that all the effort, the not-baby steps, will be worth it.
Pairing(s): Derek/Meredith
Rating: PG
Word Count: 473
Notes: For this week's challenge over at 15_minute_fic.
Meredith has never been a very open person. She’s more dark and twisty than she is bright and shiny. Over the years she’s grown so used to it that it has stopped bothering her. But what she can not fathom, is how to get Derek to accept it.
She spends an afternoon thinking about it, one of those rare days she has off of work. She could have gone to the park, taken a ferry ride, gone down to Pike’s Market to pretend to be a tourist. But instead she sits on the floor of her room, lying on her back looking at the ceiling, thinking about it. Maybe that’s another way the dark and twisty manifests itself, she isn’t quite sure.
Derek comes knocking at the door around 8 o’clock when he gets off of work. Izzie tells him Meredith’s not at home, and Meredith--who has been sitting in the dark of her room and never said hello to Izzie--doesn’t bother to reveal herself to either her roommate or her boyfriend.
Sitting in the dark helps, she thinks, but she still can’t figure out a way to make Derek understand.
That night she drives to his trailer. It’s midnight, but she doesn’t care.
When she sees him, she pounces.
‘Addison, when she…you know. When you thought your marriage was over. How did it make you feel?’ Meredith demands.
Derek frowns, and for a minute she thinks he isn’t going to answer. ‘Angry,’ he says. ‘Hurt, and…’ he pauses.
‘…dark and twisty? Closed? Done?’ Meredith supplies.
‘Sort of like that, yeah.’ Derek smiles.
Meredith’s knees weaken, and her traitorous brain tells her to kiss him now and to heck with this. But she forces herself to strengthen her resolve.
‘Imagine Addison cheating on you every night of the week. Imagine being five years old--or ten years old, thirteen. Seventeen even, and being told that you don’t matter. That others are more important, more appealing, more worthy. My mother never cared what I wanted, never cared what I thought. And by the time I was old enough to understand that, I wouldn’t have told her anything about me even if she’d asked. Even if she had begged. I’ll try to be more open, but it goes against my nature, against every fibre of my being. And if anyone had asked but you, I wouldn’t be willing to do it.’
Derek smiles that intoxicating smile of his again, ‘you’ll try to be more open?’ he surmises.
‘Yes,’ Meredith assures him. ‘And less dark and twisty. Maybe. If I can manage it. These aren’t baby steps we’re talking about here. These are years of therapy and mommy issues.’
‘Well maybe you keep the dark and twisty,’ says Derek.
He finally kisses her, and Meredith knows that all the effort, the not-baby steps, will be worth it.