Black: A Meredith centered one shot
Black is all she can see around her.
It’s the color of the night sky. It’s the color of her dress. It’s the color of her strappy sandals. And it’s the color of his tux.
His tux.
It is the only color that she can see right now.
***
She knew that there was no turning back once he chased her into that exam room. She begged and pleaded with him...
“No.”
“Just leave me alone.”
No matter how hard she tried, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He followed her into that exam room, and shut the door.
***
She pleaded with him over and over again to let her be. She didn’t want him looking at her, that it was hard for her to breathe. Then a simple question from him led to a fight full of yelling that ended with him telling her things that she couldn’t believe were flowing out of his mouth.
His wife didn’t make him crazy. She didn’t make it impossible for him to feel normal. She didn’t make him sick to his stomach thinking about his veterinarian touching her with his hands. No, she didn’t do a damn thing to him.
And before she knew it, his lips were crashing down on hers.
No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t muster up the power to say no. No to the man she loved; no to the man who hurt her.
She loves him.
It never really was a surprise. She started calling him McDreamy two months after his wife showed up. He was still the man she loved, the man who she imagined a future with. He still was the one for her.
And that scared the living shit out of her.
She just figured he would be one of the numerous one night stands that she had back in college. The one night stands where she met them in a bar, had a couple of drinks, and then ended up with them back at her house. The one night stands who she told the same thing over and over again the following morning, “I’m just going to shower, and when I get back you won’t be here. So goodbye, umm…”
But something about Derek was different. When he had said his cheesy pick up lines at Joe’s that night, she never thought that he would be so…safe and comforting. He was the Prince Charming in those fairy tale stories that her mother never read to her, but she heard all the other little girls talking about on the playground in elementary school. They said that the fairy tale was what you would get later on in life, but of course she didn’t believe them. She went on throughout life without even taking a second glance at men she met, but for some reason she took a second glance at Derek.
She loves him.
That was then, this is now.
***
She sees the color for the first time.
It is all around her. Her dress, his tux. Her strappy sandals, his dress shoes. All she can see is black.
And as she hits the high that comes from sex with him, all she can see is black behind her eyes. The color drowns her, and she is in a complete and total bliss. Sex with him was always this way. The want, the need, they take over their actions. She slowly comes down from her high, and looks him in the eye. He is blurry; she can barely make out the deep blue eyes that stare back at her. The intensity in them takes her breath away as he slowly sits her down on the exam table. She is barely breathing, and her heartbeat is pounding in her ears. But this is the way she always feels afterwards, mixed in with a feeling of being safe. He always made her feel safe and loved; something she never felt before he came into her life.
She loves him.
***
If there ever was a doubt in her mind that she hated the color black, it was now.
Callie had told her that Izzie needed her, so she reluctantly left the room where he was. She met up with Cristina and George on her way to the room where Izzie was laying in bed with her dead fiancé.
Dead.
Alex came in a moment later, and immediately went to the side of the bed where Izzie was. He tried to soothe her, tried to get her to move. But no matter what he said, what they said, Izzie wouldn’t move. She clung to Denny like her life, her being, relied on him.
But that was the second time that she saw it. Black.
It surrounded her again. It was the color of Callie and Cristina’s dresses; the color of George and Alex’s tux. Black surrounded her again.
Black was also the color of death.
Death.
***
The walk back down the hallway was full of angst, hate, and sadness.
Izzie had just lost her fiancé.
Alex had comforted the woman that he loved, and yet lost.
George was there for his best friend.
She was also there for Izzie, but the feeling of betrayal and love were igniting a burning feeling deep within her. She had just rounded the corner when she saw him. Their eyes locked for a moment, but she quickly turned them away.
She could barely hear Izzie telling the Chief that she quit, because the quick thump…thump of her heart was making it hard to hear anything.
Finn quickly was at her side, “Come on. I’ll take you home.”
She turned her head and glanced at him.
She loves him.
Finn followed suit, and saw her staring at him. “Meredith?”
She reluctantly glanced back at her boyfriend. Her perfect, charming boyfriend. The one who she knew would never hurt her. The one who had plans for their future. The one who she knew was the right choice, but yet he wasn’t him.
“Meredith?” This time it came from him. She turned to look at him, and then back at Finn.
She stared at both of them before turning around and walking away.
***
She knew her mind was made up as soon as she turned and walked away from the two men she loved.
No, the one man she loved. The one man who was married.
And as she runs out into the May night, the black from the night takes over, and she begins to cry.
I hope you all liked it. Comments are appreciated! :D
It’s the color of the night sky. It’s the color of her dress. It’s the color of her strappy sandals. And it’s the color of his tux.
His tux.
It is the only color that she can see right now.
***
She knew that there was no turning back once he chased her into that exam room. She begged and pleaded with him...
“No.”
“Just leave me alone.”
No matter how hard she tried, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He followed her into that exam room, and shut the door.
***
She pleaded with him over and over again to let her be. She didn’t want him looking at her, that it was hard for her to breathe. Then a simple question from him led to a fight full of yelling that ended with him telling her things that she couldn’t believe were flowing out of his mouth.
His wife didn’t make him crazy. She didn’t make it impossible for him to feel normal. She didn’t make him sick to his stomach thinking about his veterinarian touching her with his hands. No, she didn’t do a damn thing to him.
And before she knew it, his lips were crashing down on hers.
No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t muster up the power to say no. No to the man she loved; no to the man who hurt her.
She loves him.
It never really was a surprise. She started calling him McDreamy two months after his wife showed up. He was still the man she loved, the man who she imagined a future with. He still was the one for her.
And that scared the living shit out of her.
She just figured he would be one of the numerous one night stands that she had back in college. The one night stands where she met them in a bar, had a couple of drinks, and then ended up with them back at her house. The one night stands who she told the same thing over and over again the following morning, “I’m just going to shower, and when I get back you won’t be here. So goodbye, umm…”
But something about Derek was different. When he had said his cheesy pick up lines at Joe’s that night, she never thought that he would be so…safe and comforting. He was the Prince Charming in those fairy tale stories that her mother never read to her, but she heard all the other little girls talking about on the playground in elementary school. They said that the fairy tale was what you would get later on in life, but of course she didn’t believe them. She went on throughout life without even taking a second glance at men she met, but for some reason she took a second glance at Derek.
She loves him.
That was then, this is now.
***
She sees the color for the first time.
It is all around her. Her dress, his tux. Her strappy sandals, his dress shoes. All she can see is black.
And as she hits the high that comes from sex with him, all she can see is black behind her eyes. The color drowns her, and she is in a complete and total bliss. Sex with him was always this way. The want, the need, they take over their actions. She slowly comes down from her high, and looks him in the eye. He is blurry; she can barely make out the deep blue eyes that stare back at her. The intensity in them takes her breath away as he slowly sits her down on the exam table. She is barely breathing, and her heartbeat is pounding in her ears. But this is the way she always feels afterwards, mixed in with a feeling of being safe. He always made her feel safe and loved; something she never felt before he came into her life.
She loves him.
***
If there ever was a doubt in her mind that she hated the color black, it was now.
Callie had told her that Izzie needed her, so she reluctantly left the room where he was. She met up with Cristina and George on her way to the room where Izzie was laying in bed with her dead fiancé.
Dead.
Alex came in a moment later, and immediately went to the side of the bed where Izzie was. He tried to soothe her, tried to get her to move. But no matter what he said, what they said, Izzie wouldn’t move. She clung to Denny like her life, her being, relied on him.
But that was the second time that she saw it. Black.
It surrounded her again. It was the color of Callie and Cristina’s dresses; the color of George and Alex’s tux. Black surrounded her again.
Black was also the color of death.
Death.
***
The walk back down the hallway was full of angst, hate, and sadness.
Izzie had just lost her fiancé.
Alex had comforted the woman that he loved, and yet lost.
George was there for his best friend.
She was also there for Izzie, but the feeling of betrayal and love were igniting a burning feeling deep within her. She had just rounded the corner when she saw him. Their eyes locked for a moment, but she quickly turned them away.
She could barely hear Izzie telling the Chief that she quit, because the quick thump…thump of her heart was making it hard to hear anything.
Finn quickly was at her side, “Come on. I’ll take you home.”
She turned her head and glanced at him.
She loves him.
Finn followed suit, and saw her staring at him. “Meredith?”
She reluctantly glanced back at her boyfriend. Her perfect, charming boyfriend. The one who she knew would never hurt her. The one who had plans for their future. The one who she knew was the right choice, but yet he wasn’t him.
“Meredith?” This time it came from him. She turned to look at him, and then back at Finn.
She stared at both of them before turning around and walking away.
***
She knew her mind was made up as soon as she turned and walked away from the two men she loved.
No, the one man she loved. The one man who was married.
And as she runs out into the May night, the black from the night takes over, and she begins to cry.
I hope you all liked it. Comments are appreciated! :D