I'm so not a blonde, blonde.

Author's note: I wrote this for a prompt. Meredith/Addison—hair dye It's just a short and simple pointless one shot. Enjoy and review.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Meredith roamed the aisles of the drug store. It was her turn to by the tampons. Mindlessly she gazed at all the perfectly lined up packages on the shelf. She walked by the aisle with condoms. Out of habit she reached to grab the value-sized box.

I don't need them, I'm celibate. But what happens if I decide not to be celibate and then I have no condoms and then I'm pregnant.

Meredith's mind wondered on. She eventually threw a small box of 4 in her basket.

Just in case, I mean, shit happens even when you're celibate.

Meredith found herself in the hair dye aisle. For a moment she contemplated grabbing a box to brighten her dirty blond hair.

I'm so not a blonde, blonde. That would be horrible idea.

"That's a pretty color," a voice interrupted her thoughts. Meredith quickly placed the box back on the shelf and turned around. It was Addison. In her hand she was holding a box of red hair dye.

"Um, Addison, hi."

I knew her red was too perfect to be natural.

"Okay so now you know my secret. My hair, not so red," Addison said as she threw the box of dye into her basket.

Shit, what do I say? I mean we're friends and this is a friendly conversation; I mean it's not like she's buying glow in the dark condoms.

Meredith noticed Addison look into basket.

Shit. I knew getting the condoms was a bad idea. Ok, Meredith, friendly. You're friends, you can do friendly.

"What color is it naturally?"

"Oddly enough similar to yours. I didn't start dying my hair until after I got married."

Oh great, so now I know Derek is into women with mousey blonde hair.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah I used to get it done back in New York, but I really haven't found a salon here in Seattle. So good 'ol Clairol gets the job done."

Meredith nervously laughs.

"Okay well I have to get going. I'll see you later," Addison says and she begins to walk away.

Meredith returns her focus back to the hair dye in front of her.

Ok, so mousey blonde has to go. Red is out of the question.

She picks up a box of dye.

Dark brown. Perfect.

But Meredith didn't know that Derek was particularly fond of brunettes.