just a little bit's enough
I am slowly but surely catching up on comments so if you get one from me that is well past relevancy, now you know why! Important things:
1) I now watch Elementary though I need a new procedural show like I need a new tattoo-- which is to say MORE, YES PLEASE, in spite of myself. Lucy Liu!
2) My Grey's feelings are all over the place as usual. Loved Cristina and Mr. Feeney doing their awesome BFF thing. Icked out by the guy she slept with. Amused by Owen calling Derek out on his tendency to bail, but find it strange that he had all this evidence for his theory. Like yeah, I see it's really about Cristina, yet he has ready examples for Derek just there on the tip of his tongue. Have Owen and Derek been dating all this time?!! I kid, but can you imagine? So much man rage with those two. Also, I love Meredith, Derek and Zola in their massive massive house.
3) I bought P!nk's new album. Despite the fact her election to spell her name with punctuation is wrecking my iTunes, I love it. Muchly. Thanks mammothluv for the rec.
4) Speaking of mammothluv: we have a Meredith/Addison fic we sometimes work on which starts here, continues here, and now this snippet.
Title: Oh no, not now
Characters: Meredith Grey, Addison Montgomery
Rating: PG if that
Summary: Meredith and Addison during 2.02. Addison wants to explain.
made myself at home'>
Addison is barefoot at the second dress fitting, enjoying the feel of the carpet under her toes when Myra just stops. Stops with the pins and the tutting and says, “Perfect,” because it is her job to know. “He must be something.”
“He better be,” Bizzy says, “Montgomerys don’t divorce.” Which is tame, all things considered, and Addison feels the calm slip in like a Benzo drip. Because of all the questions Addison has-questions of self that WASPs do not ask because they cannot afford to know-Derek is not one. Derek is constant. Beautiful blue.
Eleven years later, Derek is a wall only deigning movement to call her Satan. It could be funny, in a ready-to-wear horns and pitchfork kind of way, if he didn’t mean it.
But he does, and maybe that’s why she tries to explain. Maybe that’s why she corners Meredith in a hallway. It’s not fair to ask, but fair isn’t really at issue. “I assume he told you why he left me?”
Meredith says nothing, but she’s walking fast, like maybe she can speed walk her way out of the conversation. When Addison follows, Meredith shakes her head and throws up her hands. “Why do you care what I think? Derek, I get, cause he’s seen me naked, but that’s over and you-why do you care?”
It would be easy for Addison to say she doesn’t, but she does. Like it or not, Meredith is in this now, just like Mark, and Addison needs her to know. “Meredith, sometimes people do desperate things to get someone’s attention.”
Meredith shifts one foot to the other, looks at Addison like she’s deciding something, and then, “That doesn’t make it ok,” Meredith says, clearly irritated. Then she sighs. “The attention you get is never the kind you want and in the end, all you’re left with is pink hair and a misdemeanor.”
Addison gets her point despite not following the specifics, and her cheeks flush while Meredith looks surprised to have spoken at all. “Bubble gum or magenta?” Addison asks before she can stop herself.
“Excuse me?” Meredith asks.
“Your hair,” Addison says because she can’t quite get rid of the picture in her head.
“Magenta,” Meredith says, and Addison nods. Magenta wins on shock value, but before Addison can say so, Meredith backs up.
“Dr. Shepherd,” she says, emphasis absolutely on the Shepherd. “This has nothing to do with me.”
Meredith’s tennis shoes squeak as she leaves and Addison hears herself say “If only it didn't.”
1) I now watch Elementary though I need a new procedural show like I need a new tattoo-- which is to say MORE, YES PLEASE, in spite of myself. Lucy Liu!
2) My Grey's feelings are all over the place as usual. Loved Cristina and Mr. Feeney doing their awesome BFF thing. Icked out by the guy she slept with. Amused by Owen calling Derek out on his tendency to bail, but find it strange that he had all this evidence for his theory. Like yeah, I see it's really about Cristina, yet he has ready examples for Derek just there on the tip of his tongue. Have Owen and Derek been dating all this time?!! I kid, but can you imagine? So much man rage with those two. Also, I love Meredith, Derek and Zola in their massive massive house.
3) I bought P!nk's new album. Despite the fact her election to spell her name with punctuation is wrecking my iTunes, I love it. Muchly. Thanks mammothluv for the rec.
4) Speaking of mammothluv: we have a Meredith/Addison fic we sometimes work on which starts here, continues here, and now this snippet.
Title: Oh no, not now
Characters: Meredith Grey, Addison Montgomery
Rating: PG if that
Summary: Meredith and Addison during 2.02. Addison wants to explain.
made myself at home'>
Addison is barefoot at the second dress fitting, enjoying the feel of the carpet under her toes when Myra just stops. Stops with the pins and the tutting and says, “Perfect,” because it is her job to know. “He must be something.”
“He better be,” Bizzy says, “Montgomerys don’t divorce.” Which is tame, all things considered, and Addison feels the calm slip in like a Benzo drip. Because of all the questions Addison has-questions of self that WASPs do not ask because they cannot afford to know-Derek is not one. Derek is constant. Beautiful blue.
Eleven years later, Derek is a wall only deigning movement to call her Satan. It could be funny, in a ready-to-wear horns and pitchfork kind of way, if he didn’t mean it.
But he does, and maybe that’s why she tries to explain. Maybe that’s why she corners Meredith in a hallway. It’s not fair to ask, but fair isn’t really at issue. “I assume he told you why he left me?”
Meredith says nothing, but she’s walking fast, like maybe she can speed walk her way out of the conversation. When Addison follows, Meredith shakes her head and throws up her hands. “Why do you care what I think? Derek, I get, cause he’s seen me naked, but that’s over and you-why do you care?”
It would be easy for Addison to say she doesn’t, but she does. Like it or not, Meredith is in this now, just like Mark, and Addison needs her to know. “Meredith, sometimes people do desperate things to get someone’s attention.”
Meredith shifts one foot to the other, looks at Addison like she’s deciding something, and then, “That doesn’t make it ok,” Meredith says, clearly irritated. Then she sighs. “The attention you get is never the kind you want and in the end, all you’re left with is pink hair and a misdemeanor.”
Addison gets her point despite not following the specifics, and her cheeks flush while Meredith looks surprised to have spoken at all. “Bubble gum or magenta?” Addison asks before she can stop herself.
“Excuse me?” Meredith asks.
“Your hair,” Addison says because she can’t quite get rid of the picture in her head.
“Magenta,” Meredith says, and Addison nods. Magenta wins on shock value, but before Addison can say so, Meredith backs up.
“Dr. Shepherd,” she says, emphasis absolutely on the Shepherd. “This has nothing to do with me.”
Meredith’s tennis shoes squeak as she leaves and Addison hears herself say “If only it didn't.”