[Kate Austen]

Danke ihr beiden :herz:

ich hasse meredith. ich hasse sie. wieso hat sie das glück solch einen kerl zu treffen / von so einem angestarrt zu werden?! *sigh*

Hallooo?! Ich bin auf sie eifersüchtig, obwohl ich es war, die die Situation so geschrieben hat

Ist es falsch, eifersüchtig auf einen fiktionalen Charakter zu sein?

Verdammt

Update!

He stood there like a child, abandoned by mommy and daddy. Unable to move. Unable to breathe. Unable to think clearly. Unable to do anything. But staring. He was still staring.
His legs felt like jelly. He hated jelly. And he needed to sit down immediately.
He felt a pair of strong hands grabbing his shoulders and pushing him gently off of the stage.
“Dude,” he heard Mark’s voice behind him, following him into their checkroom. Callie, Denny and Alex were already sitting on the brown leather couch. Their faces still glowing from the previous show. But yet… the way they looked at him when he and Mark entered the room told Derek that they were concerned about his strange behaviour as well.

“What the hell was that about?”

Derek collapsed into the easy chair next to the others, sprawling and looking at the ceiling.

“It’s nothing. I’m just… I’m fine.” he sighed.

Liar, liar, liar. You are a miserable liar.

Alex snorted. “When this is you being fine… remind me never to be near you when you’re unwell.” He sipped at his beer and coughed when Callie rammed her elbow ruggedly into his ribs. “Hey! What was that for?”

“For you being a jerk!” Callie glanced at him before she turned to face Derek who now cradled his head in his hands. “Der, you need to rest. The last months have been hell on earth, to all of us but especially to you. You can’t just pretend that everything is fine because it’s not. Derek, it’s not fine. You. Are not fine. You really need to rest. Have a break. Slow down. Free your mind. Well, unless you want to turn into one of those pathetic… wretched creatures you’ve never wanted to be. You have the choice, Der.” She reached to touch his hand softly.

She was right. The last months… Hell. Even worse, probably. He has felt like he was drowning and nobody could reach his hand to save him. And he didn’t care.
Since she has died… he was a mess. Every step he took hurt. Every breath he took aroused an ache in his chest like thousands of needles were puncturing him. It hurt. And he couldn’t stand the pain anymore. He wanted it to go away. He really did. But he had no idea how to make them go away.

Because he was a freaking mess.

“I… I think I go to the after show party now.” He blinked. Once. Twice. Fought himself off the chair and left the room without looking back at the others.

Callie sighed.
“Has he even heard what I said?”

“Nah.” Mark dropped into Derek’s chair and reached for a beer. “I think all that hair starts to block his auditory canals..”

“Hell, what was that just about?” Cristina planted herself in front of Meredith, arms fold, as they left the hall and lined up for a drink at the hotel bar.

“What do you mean?” Meredith tried really hard to act the innocent. Of course she knew what Cristina was speaking about.

Cristina rolled her eyes. “You sitting there all McBrainless, rubbernecking McDreamy like a doped chicken… You remember that?”

Meredith frowned. “Who’s McDreamy?” She reached for the glass of champagne the bartender just offered her.

“DON’T ACT STUPID, MER!” Cristina gesticulated wildly causing Meredith to almost drop her glass. “McDreamy. Tall. Handsome. Damn fine hair.” She grinned and nodded knowingly. “The guy you rubbernecked.”

“I did not. Rubberneck. Him”

“Did too.”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“I’m not arguing with you about that!” Meredith said and turned around, pouting.

She thought it would have been obvious but really. That. Obvious?

“Fine.” Cristina said, not convinced at all. “So, let’s go!” She grabbed her friend’s hand and scooted around, dragging her along, not without whispering something that sounded very much like “Rubbernecker”.