Title: Four Mc Weddings And A Funeral

Author: Sara and Lizzie

Rating: T for language, and sex

Disclaimer: We don’t own Grey’s.

Summary: Sequel To ‘Forever And A Day’. The funeral of a loved one. The weddings of Cristina and Burke, Izzie and Alex, Addison and Mark and George and Callie. They span cities, they encounter trouble, they meet people from the past. And they get through it all.

Author's Note: Okay. We let this go. We had no idea where to go, and it was hard to write something on the cheerier side with all the angst in the Grey's world, and our world. But here it is. So, uh...

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Part Three: New York State Of Mind
June

Meredith hadn’t been able to get on the same plane as Mark and Addison, so she had some time alone as her plane glided from Birmingham to Manhattan. She thought wistfully of Derek, on a plane in the opposite direction, heading for Seattle. She shook off the part of her that desperately wanted to be with him and thought of Addison. Her friend needed her, so she would be there.

But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to be in Seattle, which was ridiculous. There was no reason she needed to be… she sighed and shook her head. She would never understand herself sometimes. She was perfectly happy and had everything she wanted, but those feelings of trepidation were unshakable.

She sat back in her seat and put the earphones of her ipod into her ears, switching it on. The Clash came blaring out, making her jump. She smiled to herself, glad to have that little piece of Derek, before switching it off, and turning it down.

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Derek sat on the plane home from Alabama in the window seat. Izzie and Alex were a row in front of him, and George and Callie were a row behind. He looked at the empty seat to his left that should have been occupied by his wife. Sighing and running a hand through his hair, Derek looked out the window, trying to ignore how much he wanted her to be with him in that moment.

He felt a tapping on his shoulder and turned around. “Derek?” Callie asked quietly. “Are you okay?” He sighed and returned her slight smile.

“I’ll be fine.” He said. “She’s been away from me before, right? Something just feels off, I guess. Thanks Callie.”

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Mark picked Meredith up from the airport. “I’m dropping you off.” He said. “And going to the hospital or something. She’s freaking out. I think I might have done something.”

Meredith shot him a look. “You? Do something wrong? Shut up.” He glared at her.

“A little sensitivity would be nice. I’m just sort of scared, Mer.” Mark confided in her. “I’ve been waiting for this since the first time I laid eyes on her. I just… I’m afraid it’s going to fall apart before we get to the finish line.”

Meredith smiled. “There you go, reminding me you have feelings.” She teased. “Listen Mark. Everything is going to be okay. Give her some space, but don’t pull away completely. If Cristina can get married, Addie can get married.”

Mark grinned. “Jesus, even I’m ready to get married.”

Meredith grinned and punched him lightly on the shoulder. “Will wonders never cease?” They entered the Queens Midtown Tunnel in silence, and emerged with Manhattan, it’s skyline and rush hour traffic before them.

“Here comes the fun part.” Mark quipped. “How pissed was Derek that you flew out here?”

Meredith sighed. “He definitely wasn’t happy. He was moping around the entire last day in Alabama.”

“I know.” Mark said. “Look, he knows that logically, there’s no way he should have won you back. I’ll deny ever saying this, but my guess is that he’s rather terrified that he’ll wake up one day and realize it was a dream, and you’re married to the British asshole.”

“Well, thank you Dr. Freud.” Meredith said dryly.

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Derek emptied his suitcase into the laundry machine and took a shower. He collected the mail that had built up while they were away. He turned on Jeopardy and was busy scouring the take out menu selection when the doorbell rang. He blinked, taken aback. None of their friends ever bothered to ring the doorbell.

He walked to the front door, swung it open, and came face to face with Paul Williams. Paul winced as the door opened to reveal Meredith’s husband. He regretted his impulsive decision to come to her home immediately. He hovered on her steps awkwardly, neither man speaking.

Derek was shocked, unable to find a reason for Paul to standing on his stoop. Taken aback, he momentarily forgot about the AIDS, and his sister. “Is, uh, Meredith here?” Paul asked, breaking the silence in his clipped British accent.

Comprehension and rage hit Derek like a ton of bricks. “Who the hell do you think you are?” He asked, stepping forward menacingly.

“Dr. Shepherd,” Paul said, a cold edge to his voice. “I only want a moment of her time. To, talk to her.” He said, a leer to his voice.

“My wife isn’t here.” Derek said through gritted teeth. “But I’m glad you’re here. We need to get something straight. You are going to lose the urge to talk to her right now. You’re not going to contact her or go anywhere near her. Do you understand?”

Paul scoffed at him. “I’m hardly about to let you tell me what to do.” Derek’s hands clenched into fists as he stared at the man before him in contempt.

“She’s my wife.” He growled. “You are going to stay away from her. You could have killed her. Your sister almost did. Any contact with Meredith, you will regret it.” Paul looked taken aback.

“Are you threatening me?” he asked.

Derek’s eyes narrowed. “Absolutely. Don’t doubt that for a minute. You... you lied to her.”

“She lied to me as well!” Paul fired back.

“Her lies were about me!” Derek thundered. “They couldn’t have given you HIV! Make no mistake,” Derek said his tone low and dangerous. “I will do anything to protect her. And I’m sure as hell not afraid of you.”