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[drownondryland]

What Meredith has isn't even an idea. It's a notion. It's an inkling that, if she tries, she can find something worthwhile to do with her time here, somewhere to turn her attention, a project that needs her. (She loves Sean, she wants to marry him, she's dealing with this idea very nicely these days, thank you, but she cannot, cannot, let him be

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[a_royal_bastard]

Alistair hadn't meant to do much in the kitchen beyond getting a warm drink. The sight of a vaguely familiar face stopped him, though, and it took him a moment to place why he knew the woman. It'd been a while since he last saw her - since that girl, Lucy, had left the clinic, maybe.

"Doctor Grey, right?" he asked as he approached her. He'd learned not to just assume when people who looked exactly like each other seemed commonplace.

[drownondryland]

Meredith glanced up, briefly thrown off balance before she remembered why she knew him. It was his resemblance to Devon that struck her first; she'd been thinking about Ellie again lately, what with her and Sean thinking about marriage. She wasn't telling anyone about it yet, but she knew Ellie would have been pleased fo her. "Yes," she said. "Meredith's fine, actually. Alistair, right?" She hoped she was remembering that right, since she had been pretty out of it herself by the time they got to the clinic.

[a_royal_bastard]

"Right. And Meredith it is," he said with a smile. It was only then that he noticed the books on the table she was sitting at. "Do you mind if I sit? I hope I'm not interrupting."

He'd been planning on drinking what he'd just poured for himself in the rec room, but company seemed like a nice idea.

[drownondryland]

"Oh, not at all," Meredith said quickly, gathering up the various reading materials and notes and setting them to a side. She smiled. "I was just... reading up on things. I could probably stand to take a break before I go blind." Reaching for her coffee cup, she was startled to find it cool to the touch. Right, then, it was definitely time for her to leave off work for a little bit at least. "How've you been?"

[lexiepedia]

There's a moment where Lexie honestly considers just walking right by. Meredith, she thinks, would prefer it that way, and despite probable appearances, she really doesn't want to get on her older sister's nerves. She isn't so alone now as she was before, has a little less of a reason to try to cling, to have one person in her corner; that ought to make all the difference in the world.

Now that she does have someone, though, she can't help the part of her that wants to tell Meredith. She's doing it, she's making a life for herself here, and she has no one to go to about it. No one else, anyway. So, after a few minutes of deliberation, flitting about the kitchen to fix herself a cup of coffee, she slides into a seat near Meredith, offering her a nervous little smile. "Hi," she says, a little breathless. "What, uh, what are those?"

[drownondryland]

Meredith looks up, a little startled, a little annoyed. The notes have ceased to make any real sense, though, so maybe she needs an interuption. "What?" she asks, blinking rapidly. "Oh. Uh, just notes. Just notes. Mostly things left behind by whomever was here before. They found them in the Compound." She doesn't want to talk about the ones in her handwriting yet, mostly half-formed possibilities. The trouble, she thinks, is she wants to do something big, something important, and that's difficult here.

[lexiepedia]

"Oh," Lexie says, like this is something she ought to have known all along. In all honesty, she isn't even sure she's ever so much as heard of these notes before, but she's too scattered to pay them much attention, glancing briefly at the pages in front of Meredith before she looks up again, chin propped up in her palm. "Is there anything good in there?"

[drownondryland]

"Not really," Meredith says disdainfully. "It's good for charting what's changed since then and there are notes on the plants, but I'm not any good with botany." She needs someone who knows her way around all that, someone who knows how to make use of what's out there, but she's not ready to ask any of the scientists. "Just researching what we have. To be prepared."