[Kate Austen]

Da bin ich wieder, erholt und voller Ideen

Erstmal fettes DANKESCHÖN für eure lieben Comments <3 Hab mich sehr drüber gefreut!

Ich schreib jetzt mal nicht zu jedem einzelnen Punkt etwas, sondern sage allgemein, dass ich mich freue, dass euch die Idee gefällt und dass euch auch das Englisch nicht abschreckt .

[btw, hoffe, du hast in deinem urlaub genug stoff für weitere updates gesammelt. nich, dass es hinterher so abläuft wie mit deiner alten ff ]

Musst du da immer noch drauf rumreiten? :heul:

Danke für's Warten + hier kommt das Update!

Meredith still met Cristina with disbelief. She wanted to say something but her head went all cloudy and the words just stuck in her throat. She desperately needed something to drink right now. Cristina was supposed to bring her something to drink. She was her freaking person who wanted to bring her something damn spirituous that would have made her damn wasted! God, how much would it help if she were wasted right now… Instead she was staring at freaking McRockstar who was still smiling at her. Jelly. Her legs. Felt like jelly. She needed to sit down. And she needed a drink. And she seriously needed to kick Cristina’s ass.

Meredith cleared her throat. “Can I talk to you for a sec?” she said, not even waiting for Cristina’s response but pulling her away from Derek, Izzie and George.

“What the hell does this mean?” Meredith folded her arms.

“What?”

“THAT!” she said, turning around to face Derek who slightly lifted his hand to wave at her, causing Meredith to look the other way quickly.

“Oh, you mean McDreamy who you rubbernecked like a mesmerized rabbit..-“

“I DID NOT!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“CRISTINA!”

“Okay, okay.” Cristina said, lifted her hands up in defeat in front of her. “I changed my mind.”

“Huh?” Meredith raised her eyebrows.

“You don’t need to get drunk,” she said, all serious, hands on her hips. “You need to get laid.”

BUMP! Meredith was thunderstruck. Has Cristina, her person, seriously just said… Laid? Her mouth fell open. Get laid. Seriously? Seriously!? Cristina said that as if it was one of the most normal things on earth. Grass is green. People breathe air. Meredith needs to get laid. Hello? Seriously!

“Keep your panties on, Mer.” Cristina smirked at her. “Well, at least some more minutes.”

“ I am not having this conversation with you. Again!” Meredith was about to rush away when Cristina grabbed her arm.

“Mer, listen to me.” Now, there was a different look on Cristina’s face. Something that covered the mischievous grin. Something… concerned. “Don’t take it personal but you. Running around. Dark and twisty. Suck. I am your person. I am allowed to tell you that you kind of sucked the last weeks. I know you loved him and I know he is a bloody McBastard because he cheated on you with that McBitch…” she stopped and gently touched her friend’s shoulder when she realized her tear-filled eyes. Cristina sighed. “Meredith. I’m a cardiothoracic surgeon. I fix hearts. It’s my job to fix hearts. Plus. I’m your person. And I would kick your ass if you won’t go straight to Mr. Smile From Ear To Ear over there because I saw how you rub… looked at him. And by the way, he sat all McAlone at a table when I found him, looking like a sad puppy so maybe you can cheer up each other. With talking I mean.” she added quickly.

Meredith bit her lip. She always did this when she gave some thought to something. Did she really sucked that much? Since the second she’s found her slutty ex boyfriend with this super sluttly supporting actress in her bed. On her favourite sheets. She wanted to vomit all the time she was reminded of it. And she swore she’d practise celibacy. Except for the drinking. Drinking helped. And knitting. She’d even started to make a sweater. Well, actually she tried to make a sweater but Izzie secretly replaced her miserable bundle of wool with one of her self-made ones pretending it was hers. Anyway. No more men. That’s what she’d sworn. And now. Mr. The Hair himself was standing there, smiling at her, wanting to have a conversation with her, wanting to cheer her up. And jelly in her legs. Not very helpful. At all.