Title
All that Glitters…
PromptRain Reflection (September #4)
Character
Derek Shepherd
Pairings
Derek/Addison ... sort of...
Fandom
Grey's Anatomy
Word
Count
367
Rating
PG
Disclaimer
Shonda owns, not I.
A/N: This fic is simply a short outtake written for the LiveJournal fic writing community licenseartistic, for the September rain picture prompt. I published this one on FFN because I thought it was worthy of being read by people not in that community. It's not meant to be longer, and I don't intend to continue it. Just sayin' :-)
The rain on the roof of the chapel was strangely comforting. It didn't fall hard enough to disturb the ceremony within, but it wasn't light enough for its presence to be lost on anyone. To most people, rain on your wedding day is a terrible omen. Derek Shepherd thought it was romantic.
He stood before the priest with a boyish grin on his face because that's just what he was at the time: a boy. The ramifications of marriage had never occurred to him—all he knew was that he loved her. And in that instant, he was never surer of his feelings. Everything was perfect—the bride, the rings, the guests, the chapel, the rain... Nothing seemed out of the place. In his deluded world nothing could go wrong and love was enough.
When they left the church, smiling and teary-eyed, the rain was still coming down in soft little droplets, landing lightly and glistening in his bride's hair. She didn't seem to mind as she normally would have, and Derek took careful note of it. If she didn't mind, she probably liked the rain too. He wasn't the only one, which meant it wasn't a stretch to view the spring shower as a good sign. At that thought, his smile stretched into a beam and, there on the third-to-last step, he impulsively pulled his new wife close to him, engaging her in a passionate kiss which she yielded to without hesitation. The audience of friends and family cheered and the flashes from their cameras would have blinded Derek had he not had his eyes closed tightly.
Over the years, that photo became his favorite, and every time he saw it, he thought of the rain and how that had been the music to which he had made love on his wedding night, how it had been the soundtrack to the ceremony itself. He recalled it all so fondly for a decade, but slowly it lost its charm, and the brass of the fact began to fade away to reveal a dull metal surface. And with that exposure he realized completely: rain was beautiful and rain was poetic, but rain never portended success or happy endings.
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