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[lexiepedia]

She’s probably being ridiculous. Somewhere, deep down, Lexie is entirely aware of this, though not enough to question doing so in the first place. The thing about sex with Alex is that it’s exactly that: sex. No feelings, no strings attached, just a way of having fun. After all she’s been through lately, she deserves this, a chance to feel good

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[drownondryland]

Meredith's been sleeping facing toward Sean instead of away lately, for the simple reason that her injured ribs basically force her to. It's not what she's always done, but she's getting used to it now, becoming more comfortable with it. She's just trying to stay asleep a few minutes more when the mattress shifts beside her and a woman speaks. Her eyes fly open, but her first instinct is to press closer to Sean, hoping it's just the end of some weird dream she didn't know she was having.

It's just a moment and then she sits bolt upright, holding the blankets tight against herself as she turns toward the intruder. This isn't the house in Seattle; they live alone and there's no reason one of her friends might come creeping in here. "What are you doing?" she snaps. "Get out, get o- Lexie? Oh my god." It's entirely possible, in this stupid place, that it's not her at all, but that doesn't even cross her still-waking mind.

[lexiepedia]

Awful and inexplicable as this whole situation is, Lexie can't help feeling overwhelmingly relieved when she realizes it's Meredith beside her, letting out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. It doesn't make sense of any of this, doesn't explain why they aren't in her house or how she so suddenly got here, but at least she isn't here alone. That the man beside Meredith isn't Derek Shepherd is something that doesn't even cross her mind yet, being too distracted by everything else to pay him much mind.

"Meredith, thank God," she says on an exhale, still holding the blanket over her chest with one hand, the other reaching for her sister's shoulder. "Do you know what's going on? Because I swear, this isn't like any part of your house I've seen before, and that's definitely where I was a few seconds ago."

[missingthekeep]

Sean winces and curls in on himself a bit when Meredith jerks up in bed, the beginnings of a slight hangover dulling his reactions, but when it registers that she's talking to somebody who isn't him, that comes to a swift end.

"What in the bloody blue blazes is all this?" he spits, bewildered as he roughly pushes himself up, a hand defensively reaching in front of Meredith.

[drownondryland]

Meredith freezes, gaze darting between the two of them, each reaching for her, and suddenly feels she has no freaking clue what's happening. It is way, way too soon after waking up to be dealing with this.

Jerking back from Lexie, she takes Sean's hand. Now that she knows who this is, she's relaxing a little. There's no threat here. It's just irritating. "This is Lexie," she says darkly before it occurs to her that that's not actually an explanation. "My ha- One of my father's other daughters. Lexie, this is my house, it's just a different house. You're not in Seattle anymore. You're on a, a - I can't do this, you need to put on some clothes."

[lexiepedia]

There's too much about it to question, between the description of her to the fact that Meredith has a house not in Seattle that she's just shown up in to the man also in the bed that Lexie is sure she hasn't ever seen before. Her eyes grow even wider, and she gapes, almost appalled, and utterly, momentarily at a loss for words. Suddenly not being in Alex's bed was strange enough, but with every passing second, things only get weirder, and she doesn't like it.

"Believe me, if I had clothes, I would," she says, with a short, dry, unamused laugh. "And I think if there's anyone who needs to know what's going on here, it's me. Meredith, who is this guy? Why are you both - and where am I?"

[missingthekeep]

Sean just gapes for a moment longer before, satisfied that whatever is happening here doesn't pose any actual danger, he shuts his eyes, pressing one hand to his forehead with a groan. "Christ, I cannae deal wi' this right now." Of course, it isn't as if he can get up right now, either. Surprise sisters turning up in bed, while theoretically the stuff of fantasies, is proving to be anything of the sort. "Welcome t' paradise... Lexie, was it?" Sean deadpans, figuring it best to leave the explaining to Meredith while he looks for a way to escape.

[drownondryland]

He can't deal with this? Meredith feels increasingly trapped in this ridiculous situation, looking between them for some kind of solution and possibly some answer as to how she's become the person who has to defuse everything when she still can't sort out her own problems. Though apparently now Lexie is her problem again.

"You, close your eyes," she tells Sean in a tone which brooks no argument, whether or not any is forthcoming, "close them, and you, you get up. I will lend you something and I will explain, but we are not having a conversation like this. Get, get, get!"

[lexiepedia]

"Yes, it's Lexie, person who is sleeping with my sister," Lexie answers, shooting whoever this guy is a look, though she's already edging towards the side of the bed as she does. There's no sense in arguing with Meredith like this, no sense in doing anything but going along with it, regardless of how many questions she still has. Carefully holding the sheet up over her chest, making sure it falls straight over her waist, keeping everything covered, she steps down onto the floor, turning to look expectantly at Meredith as soon as she's standing. "Right. Clothes?"

[missingthekeep]

"This is ridiculous," Sean mutters to himself, rolling his eyes before making a big show out of obligingly closing them. It's not something worth fighting over, seeing as he hasn't exactly got any alternative plans, after all.

[drownondryland]

Which just leaves Meredith, pulling the blanket free as carefully as she can to keep from uncovering him in the process. It is pretty ludicrous, given that she and Lexie are hardly strangers to the human anatomy, to actually care about this, but he's her boyfriend and she's her half-sister and the two things should never intersect while naked. Actually, she'd been hoping for never, but this is about the least palatable version of this that Meredith can imagine.

Wrapping it around herself, she slips out of bed, making no effort to hide her irritation with the situation, though this, at least, isn't Lexie's fault. None of it is, but that's beside the point. "In the dresser," she tells her. "Just... take whatever. There's another room over there." She gestures out and to the left with a flick of her wrist. "Get dressed. Then we'll talk."

[lexiepedia]

"Ridiculous is right," Lexie says under her breath, glancing at Meredith before crossing to the dresser, not bothering to be especially picky with the clothes she takes out. Right now, here in some house that's apparently Meredith's, with her and whatever the male version of a mistress is, what matters is wearing something more than a sheet so she can find out just what the hell is going on here. With clothes bundled up in her arms, still trying to keep the sheet up over her chest, she stumbles hurriedly into the other room to get dressed. She doesn't mean to get a look out the window, but it happens anyway.

Clad in a pair of Meredith's jeans and one of her t-shirts, she walks back into the bedroom, standing just inside the doorway and looking fairly horrified as she points behind her. "Why," she says, having to pause to take a deep breath, "is there a jungle outside?"

[missingthekeep]

So much for making a quick exit, Sean thinks, still wrestling with the sheets when Lexie comes back, all full of questions. He doesn't really blame her, of course, but that doesn't make the situation any easier to bear. "Hey, ye know what'd be nice?" he deadpans, feeling as if someone stuffed his head with cotton sometime during the night. "If'n we could all of us get some clothes on 'fore sittin' 'round to chat."

[drownondryland]

Meredith's at least managed to pull on enough that her immediate reaction to Lexie's return isn't screaming at her, although it's a close call, if only because it's Lexie. Anyone turning up here in this situation would be irritating, even if it were someone she wanted around. Lexie's nowhere near being on that list.

"It's a long story, Lexie," she sighs. "Or kind of a short one, but complicated and can - can you just - in the living room, please, okay?" She leans over the bed, tugging her shirt down as she kisses Sean quickly, lips twitching into something like a smile as she pulls back. "Join us when you're dressed." She really doesn't want to be alone with this.

[lexiepedia]

"Sorry! Sorry," Lexie says, wincing when she realizes that she's the only one who managed to get fully dressed in that time, her demeanor softening somewhat. Really, the only thing that could make this much worse is to have to see this person Meredith's sleeping with naked. As if it isn't awkward enough already. Still, it strikes her as odd that she's the only one freaking out about their surroundings, given that a jungle is really not anything remotely close to Seattle at all, and it's unfair, she thinks, that Meredith has some sort of insider knowledge that she doesn't. All she does, though, is step to the side, no longer blocking the door, eyes carefully averted. "How complicated is complicated?"

[missingthekeep]

So much for making an exit at all, then, because as much as Sean doesn't want to deal with this right now, he's not about to cut and run on Meredith when she gives him a look like that. Instead, he just leaves the girls to it and gets dressed as quickly as he's able, throwing on jeans and a flannel shirt while seeking out something to ease the throbbing in his head. "Hey Meredith, what'd ye do wi' that scotch ye got from Robin?" he calls as he finally heads out the door to join them.

[drownondryland]

"Very complicated." Meredith casts a glance back at Sean when he calls her, suddenly irritable. She doesn't want to deal with this right now, not with either of them, and it feels like too much at once to allow her to ignore all of it. She'd like to be able to ignore even part of it, but it feels like everything's going to collapse in on her if she isn't careful.

"Can we not right now?" she snaps before looking to her half-sister again, mouth set in a line. "Lexie, you're on an island in the middle of nowhere with no way home and no one can tell you how you got here. And you're not dreaming and you're not crazy, this is real life, even if I can't produce a scientific explanation just now, and the sooner you accept you won't wake up and this is happening, the easier this is going to be to deal with, okay?"