HER HEART
Maddison fic, a few years after Addison leaves Seattle Grace. She and Mark are at the same conference in Paris when a cruel coincidence brings them together. Can they fall back into place beside each other or is the past too much to overcome?
Disclaimer: I don't own Greys, Shonda owns it all, damn her.
SPOILER WARNING - spoilers for season three, but not big ones!
Addison Forbes Montgomery walked through the corridors of the big Paris hotel she had just entered. She was still jet lagged from the flight, and yet the conference started in an hour. She would only just have time to get her things into her room before having to leave again, and head for the hospital. She sighed as she stepped up to the front desk.
"Addison Montgomery, I'm with the 'innovative surgeons' convention." She said boredly to the woman on the desk.
"Miss Montgomery-"
"Dr." Addison snapped. 'Miss' just reminded her of her failed marriage.
"Dr…Montgomery, I am terribly sorry." The woman said in a heavy French accent. "We are one room short for ze surgeons convention. But your friend said zat he would be happy to share a room with you. Room 1054, he will let you in."
"What?" Addison said. "None of my friends are here!"
"Zis man said he was your friend. Room 1054."
The woman turned away, talking to the next person in the line. Addison stood, mouth open wide. Then, her face flushing red with anger, she picked up her case and walked towards the lift.
She knocked on the door. She didn't have any idea who would be in there. Had one of her friends from the hospital decided to come at the last minute? But a man? Most of her friends at LA Central were female.
The door opened slowly. She was about to say something when she recognised the man who stood opposite her. Fiery eyes, and a wild smile. Her mouth dropped open.
"Hey, Addy." Mark Sloan grinned.
For a moment she was silent. Then she looked him in the eye.
"No way. I am not sharing with you. Uh uh." She shook her head.
He smiled, and she was angry with herself to feel her heartbeat quicken. She took a step backwards.
"You don't have any choice, Addie. There's no one else prepared to share and as you arrived so late, all the other rooms are taken."
"I'll go somewhere else." She snapped, "And my name is Addison."
"Addison, this is Paris at the weekend. There won't be anywhere else. Come on, there are two separate suites. All we have to share is the bathroom. I won't even speak to you if that's what you want."
"That is what I want." She said, and pushed her suitcase through the door. "This doesn't mean that I like you, Mark."
He chuckled, "Quite the contrary, I presume."
She gave him a sharp look. "Yes, and I don't want to talk to you either."