Doth Protest Too Much (1/2)
Classification: Vignette, Meredith POV; AJ/Mac by proxy
Spoilers: Second Acts
Disclaimer: All of these characters are owned by DPB, CBS, Paramount, et al.
Summary: What was Meredith thinking when she left AJ's office?
How dare he?
I storm out of his office. "What about dinner?" he asks. What about dinner? He asks me that at a time like this?
"Enjoy it," I spit back.
He told them that we were getting married?! Not that I would mind, but... he hasn't even asked me. I had to learn this from one of his subordinates. Unbelievable!
And he used marrying me as an excuse to retire? Gee, that's great for the ego. Then, I suggested that we should stop dancing and start talking. "Interested?" That's what he asked me! Interested? Well, of course--but that isn't exactly the most romantic proposal I've ever heard.
"Meredith?" I hear from behind me. I turn around--it's Mac. She looks at me concernedly. "Mer, are you all right?"
"Just peachy," I snap. What am I doing? This is Mac. She's certainly not responsible for the stupidity of the male species. "I'm sorry, Mac," I apologize. "I'm afraid I'm not in the best of moods right now."
"Why?" she asks me. "I would think that you would be floating right about now."
I raise an eyebrow. "Oh, so you've heard the gossip, too."
She looks slightly uncomfortable. "Of course; scuttlebutt travels fast, you know." She ushers me into her office and shuts the door for privacy.
"Well, I have a scoop to make the rounds: it isn't true." Her eyes widen in surprise... and... is that relief? No, no, of course not.
"It's not? You and the Admiral aren't... No, never mind. It's none of my business."
I force a laugh. "Of course it's your business, Mac; you introduced us, after all. You have the right to see if your matchmaking worked."
She looks at me sharply. "I wasn't matchmaking," she says forcefully. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
"Okay... but no, we aren't getting married. In fact, he's never even mentioned it until about ten minutes ago. And then, it's only because I forced the issue! Can you believe that?"
"Well, yes, actually, I can," she says slowly. "The Admiral has always been a very private man. We didn't even learn that he had a daughter until my second year here."
"Oh, and that's another thing," I say. "He's mentioned before that he has a daughter, but I've never met her. In fact, I never even knew her name until tonight, when he mentioned that he wanted to see her more often! Now, don't you think that would be something you mentioned to your prospective future wife?"
She looks at me oddly. "Well, she does live in Italy, Meredith. And as for mentioning it to you... I guess it would be something I would want to know about the man I loved. But then, Mic never told me much about important issues."
I sigh, then laugh. "You know, Mac, I'm looking for sympathy here, not reason."
She smiles, "Yeah, I know--sorry. It's part of being a lawyer, I suppose."
I stand and stretch. "Well, I guess I'd better be going now. Hey, are you busy for dinner?"
"Yeah, actually," she smiles ruefully. "I need to finish this rebuttal document. Sorry. But can I take a rain check?"
"Sure, Mac. Thanks for listening." She nods, already buried in a pile of papers, and I leave. I think I'll stop by the grocery store and pick up some ice cream on my way home. It's a good night for some chocolate...