Falling Apart, Barely Breathing

Chapter 15: Break On Through, Part Five

Chapter 15: Break on Through, Part Five

"Izzie, can I ask you ah, a question? Promise you won't be mad or run off on me and say that I'm weird and messed up and going all dark and twisty on you all over again..." Meredith rambles as she tries really hard to get to her point, but is thus far, failing rather spectacularly.

"Hit me with your best shot," Izzie says to her with a grin.

"If I didn't actually like that song un-ironically I would so walk away from you right now," Meredith says to Izzie with a giggle.

"Seriously, hit me with your best shot," Izzie asks her finally.

"WhatDoYouThinkAboutAddison?" Meredith asks her, saying all of her words in one breath.

"Umm, I think you're going to have to say that a whole lot more slower if you expect me to answer you" Izzie replies to her, seriously.

"Seriously?" Meredith exclaims in an astonishingly similar tone to her friend Izzie.

"Seriously!" Izzie says to her so Meredith knows for certain she's serious.

"What do you think about Addison?" Meredith tries to say in an even tone now.

"Why do you wanna know what I think about Addison? Izzie says to her, but without her breath catching on Addison's name in the same way Meredith's had when she had said it.

"I just, I wanna know what you think, that's all. She said to you once that you had like, a gift for her specialty, right?" Meredith is grasping at nothing but the compliment seems to work wonders.

"Right, yeah. That was really nice of her I think" Izzie says.

"Anything, else..." Meredith tries to ask her without being suspicious.

"Are you asking like an 'I want to gather ammunition against her to get Derek back, way'?" Asks Izzie.

"No." Meredith considers that one for a second before she answers in complete honesty.

"Really, no," she says to Izzie, surprising even herself a little bit.

"Well that's progress," Izzie says with a smile.

"I guess it is," says Meredith with a smile back at her as well.

"Hey, do you know what happened to our potted plant over there?" Izzie asks, slightly changing the subject to something a little less incriminating for the both of them.

(For Mer, because she's got a bit of a stubborn sudden sexual attraction she's trying to hide or unhide or attempt to vaguely not understand)

(for Izzie, because she really does have a knack for birthing babies, and Addison is a really great teacher to her, and she doesn't want to say anything to Meredith that could mess all that up.)

"Yeah what about it?" Meredith asks her as she looks at the left-leaning plant that is still sitting on the countertop where it hadn't been moved since the night Meredith had been drunk.

"It's like, less and less straight every day," Izzie says. "I seriously tried to straighten it with some tape and glue and a ruler, but I think it only made it even more queer-shaped than yesterday," Izzie says.

"I know," Meredith says with a huff. "I tried to straighten it out with my pencils, but it didn't go too well either I guess" Meredith concedes.

"Well It's not like being queer is the worst that can happen to a plant anyhow" Izzie shrugs.

"Yeah I mean it hasn't been straight since I knocked it over the night I professed my love to Derek and he didn't pick me and I drank myself under the table and I must have knocked it over the table as well when I got home," Meredith says to her.