82A/N: Once again, thanks to everyone who reviewed. So. I know I haven't been writing all the characters equally but it's so hard when you have to write 12 characters in one chapter, but I'm trying. Also, writing drunken characters is HARD, so let me know how I'm doing on that. Read and review!
Disclaimer: Still not mine.
Rating: T. It's pushing it, but it's still T.
Last time:
"Addie. Addie. Son. Addieson. "Mark slurred. "You are so pretty."
Addison giggled and leaned down to kiss Mark's lips. He was surprised, even drunk, but he returned the kiss, and pushed the thought of how angry Alex would be, out of his mind.
Back at the front of the plane, George was now sharing a seat with Callie. Callie didn't want to sit alone, since Addison remained in the bedroom, so she took now occupied Izzie's seat.
Izzie didn't really mind; she could enjoy some quiet time, so she sat in Callie's vacant seat. Glad that the minor consumption of alcohol didn't affect her, unlike the giggling interns at the back of the plane, she spotted a Glamour magazine in the mesh attachment in the seat in front of her, and she curiously grabbed hold of it. It must have been Addison's. Izzie settled into the seat comfortably and began to read.
"They are going to get into so much trouble." George nervously hissed in Callie's ear.
"That's not our problem, George. They made the choice." Callie replied. "Don't worry about it anyways."
George rolled his eyes. He leaned forward in his seat and snuck a peek at Dr. Bailey and The Chief at the front. Both were still sleeping soundly. He silently thanked their lucky stars that they were both sound sleepers. There was approximately nine hours left on the flight, and though he knew they wouldn't remain asleep the entire time, he hoped Meredith and Cristina would end their drunken escapades before then.
A seat away and behind George and Callie, Burke and Derek argued on the subject of an impending surgery that was to be performed when they returned to Seattle.
Alex snoozed quietly behind Burke and Derek. He also occupied the seat by himself.
"Merry!" Cristina shrieked, using the nickname she only used in times like this, causing Meredith to look up at her, confused.
"You're weird when you're drunk." Meredith giggled.
"So are you!" Cristina replied, taking a sip from the bottle between her hands.
"Lookie. Look at Satan and Maaark." Meredith pointed a finger at the couple, who were currently intertwined on the bed. Their clothes were still on though, which was a good sign for all.
"Oooohh." Cristina purred. "We should tell Alex."
Meredith nodded fervently. "You go." She gestured with her hands.
Cristina stood up. She swayed and almost lost her footing as she did so.
"Hahaha!" Meredith laughed manically.
Cristina beamed along with her friend, but managed to exit the bedroom without falling over.
"Addison?" Mark pulled back from her. "Why are your clothes still on, stupid?"
She giggled and unbuttoned her blouse. "I dunno."
Mark licked his lips and pulled her face down to his level. "We are so fantastically drunk. Drunk. Drunk we are. Right now. Fantastically drunk we are…" he trailed off as Addison hungrily popped open his button down shirt, the buttons flying everywhere.
"Yehaw!" She grabbed her own abandoned shirt and waved it over her head, cowgirl style.
Meredith's eyes widened and she cackled in amusement, causing Addison to turn and look at her.
"Markie, something tells me she isn't supposed to be here." Addison covered her mouth in mock horror.
Mark shrugged. "I don't caaaaare." He drawled. "But maybe we should—"
"Shut up El Drunko." Addison grinned at her own stupid joke and she bent down and smashed her lips against Mark's.
Cristina slowly danced her way towards where Alex was sitting. She giggled and uttered random words, causing George to turn around. His eyes widened and he shrunk down in his seat. "Oh no." he groaned. "We are all so screwed."
Cristina reached Alex, finished the last of what was in her drink, and discarded the bottle on the floor.
She leaned down to Alex's level. "Psst!" She hissed in his ear. "Wake up Evil Spawn."
Alex's eyes opened and he batted his hands in front of him in hopes of getting rid of Cristina and her alcohol reeking breathe.
"Heyyyy." She crossed her arms and simply took a seat in the middle of the aisle.
"Seriously?" He growled. "Yang, what do you want?"
"I just thought." She stopped mid sentence and stared at the ceiling, causing Alex to gently smack her on the arm.
"Are you seriously serious right now? What do you want?" He reiterated his point.
"Ijustthoughtyou' ." Words tumbled out of her mouth at warp speed, and when she was finished, she stood up and bolted in the other direction.
Fuming, Alex popped out of his seat, wide awake now, and followed Cristina to the back of the plane, mumbling under his breath.
The small commotion had caused Burke and Derek to turn around, curious. "This cannot be good." Burke's brow furrowed in wonder.
"No it can't." Derek agreed. He unhooked his seatbelt and made his way to the bedroom, Burke following close behind.
"He's coming!" Cristina plopped down next to Meredith, drunken excitement evident in her eyes.
"Yippee!" Meredith exclaimed.
"WHAT THE HELL?" Alex bellowed, slamming open the door of the room.
Addison and Mark jumped apart, and because she was drunk, Addison failed to see the bad situation they were in, and she laughed. Mark threw the blanket over Addison's exposed upper body and grinned nervously at Alex, who was now turning red with anger.
"Hiii Alex." Addison winked at him. "You wanna join us?"
Mark sat in silence. He wasn't so far gone, so to speak, and he realized that Alex was upset. His mind flashed back to the conversation that he and Alex had had hours before. Alex had slept with Addison and was happy. Now Mark was doing the same.
"Are you guys really fucking serious right now?" Alex questioned, shaking his head.
"Well uh. I guess we're sorry." Addison shrugged, unaware of what she was really sorry for.
"Addison! You slept with ME hours ago, and now I come in here to find you banging Mark!"
Meredith and Cristina snickered loudly from their corner and Alex glared at them.
"In front of Cristina and Meredith, no less!" He shrieked. "You guys are sick. I can't even…"
"Meredith!" Derek scooted into the room and his face registered confusion, disgust, and resent towards Addison, as he saw his girlfriend and her friend huddled in a corner, each chugging back a bottle of tequila, laughing. "Please gods don't tell me you were watching this the entire time."
He shook his head and trooped over to the drunken interns. He snatched the bottles away from both women, ignoring their frantic shrieks and insane hand motions, and helped Meredith to her feet. Burke pulled Cristina up.
"You're coming with me." Derek tugged her out the room.
"Ooohh." She raised an eyebrow suggestively.
Before Derek could make it to the door, the chief pushed his way into the room, taking in the obnoxious and embarrassing situation.
"SERIOUSLY?" He roared. "There was a line people! A line! I drew a god damn line and you people crossed it!"
Derek pushed Meredith behind him and silently willed her to not say a word. In the bed, Addison by now had figured this was bad. She shrunk into the bed, and Mark's eyes were shut tightly.
"Karev! Take your seat!" The Chief yelled.
"But, but, but I—"Alex tried to sputter in response.
"Take your seat! If it wasn't for your screaming I wouldn't have woken in the first place." The Chief leveled him with a glare, and like a bad puppy, he slowly slunk out the door.
"Hi Cheify." Meredith grinned at Richard from behind Derek's back. Derek groaned. They were done.
"Now." The Chief shook his head at Meredith and Cristina. "As for the rest of you, those who are too drunk to even comprehend the gravity of this situation, I will give you 4 hours to sleep off the hangovers you are about to endure, and then I am calling a mandatory meeting."
Silence was the response.
He shook his head in disgust and glared at each of his surgeons in turn. When his eyes stopped to rest on Addison and Mark, he opened his mouth to say something.
"You know what; I can't even talk to you people. I'm very disappointed in all of you."
He turned to leave. "Make use of the water and the 2 bathrooms on the plane." He sighed and left the room, returning to his seat.
Even those too drunk to stand were able to realize what had happened. They had disobeyed the chief's orders not to drink, and now there would be consequences.
All the uproar and shouting had drawn Callie, George and Izzie cautiously from their seats.
They surveyed the messy room. George turned red when he saw Dr. Montgomery and Dr. Sloan in bed together, and Meredith and Cristina swaying on their feet in the hands of Dr. Burke and Dr. Shepard.
"Ugh, guys, seriously?" Izzie groaned.
"Oh, Addie." Callie whispered as her eyes came to rest on the scene in front of her. "This is bad."
"Alright, everybody out." Derek commanded. "We should leave Addison and Mark to get dressed alone. Everyone return to their seats.
The surgeons filed out of the room, leaving Mark and Addison to try and get dressed in their drunken state.
Filled with regret, and already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol they had consumed, everyone returned to their original seats.
What had started as mindless games to combat their boredom had ended up as a situation they all wished they could reverse.
A/N: Okay, so weird place to end, I know. I was very iffy about putting this chapter up. I kind of wanted to re-write it, but I just decided to go with out. It just came out very weird, I guess, and a little OOC in my opinion, but I don't know. I decided to post it anyway. And, it ended on a bit of a regretful, low note, but I promise things will start to get amusing next chapter, dealing with all their horrible hangovers and stuff. So yeah, please review and let me know how I'm doing! Thank you!