Meredith And Nathan: fight for your L(ife)ove

Perfectly planned disaster

Remember I once asked you: "what would you do if your perfectly planned life fell apart all of a sudden"?
Well, here's what I would do...

-So when is he coming?
-Soon- her rough voice said.
-How soon?
-You really do ask a lot of questions-she said, sounding impatient.
-Yes, and that is a problem because...- I said, making her even more impatient and irritated
-Shush before you are no more than a corpse, will you?
-Am I making you nervous, Megan?
-Tricky question, Meredith.
-You are evading the question
-I'm not, I'm just ignoring it.
-So that's how it works for you? How brave...
-Ok I mean it, shut up for once please.
-Look Megan, let me be very clear, when you first came I told Nathan right away to go be with you, because if it was my dead husband we're talking about, I'd wanna talk to him. But the way you pushed yourself into our lives was just too much. And I was pregnant, did you really think confronting me would be the smartest thing to do if you wanted Nathan back?
-Meredith let me be clear now, I make no apologies for how I decide to repair all the broken parts of me. So don't judge me if you've never been presumed dead dear.
-I may not have been presumed dead ever, but that's the only thing missing in my checklist. So let's go through my resumé together, shall we? First year as an intern, I put my hand inside a body cavity with a bomb in it, I almost died. The following year, I went to a ferryboat crash to assist, I drowned, I was down for two hours and hypothermic, I almost died, again. Let's jump a little bit forward. After our oral exams for final centification as attendings, plane crash, one colleague got her leg amputated, my then-husband's best friend died when we came back from the woods, my sister never came back. Let's go a little forward again. Got a knock at the door, went to the hospital, my husband died. Wanna know why? Brain dead, he was a neurosurgeon. After that, I found out I was pregnant, with my dead husband's baby. Ninth month, had to tell my 7 yr old to call 911 because I started bleeding out. Nathan and I? Our plane almost crashed too, I had to evacuate a brain bleed on a moving plane with a straw and a syringe. So that is basically a very very summarized version of all my disgraces. Wanna compete? Because I will beat the crap out of you.
-I am sorry you had to go through all those terrible things, so you should understand why I am doing this.
-No. I had the worst crap happen to me, yet I don't wanna ruin others' lives. What are you looking for, but like, really looking for? Is it revenge?
-It's not
-But we both know it is. Megan, I love your mother, but you are a monster!
-Don't talk about my mom!
-Then don't get into my life and try to ruin it!- I said. You think this is a perfect plan? More of a perfect disaster I'd say.
-Shut up. Let's see what Nathan has to say- she said as she opened the door. Nathan's face became pale and I could tell he didn't wanna lose me, not today.