#1
Whispers
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The silence is overbearing.
Mark shifts slightly in his seat, uncomfortable to say the least. Derek stares at him coldly, the look in his eyes still begging for the explanation he knows Mark doesn't have. But somehow he keeps waiting for it to come.
Mark shifts, eyes darting
around the room, desperate for something else to look at other than
Derek's face..
Derek's gaze doesn't soften in the slightest, his
face sour and bleak. His eyes like stones.
Mark breathes in sharply. Everytime he does this it's like another lie.
Derek finally speaks.
"You were with Addison. A lot longer than I thought."
Mark
thinks, he's so predictable. He's definitely mad, but not about
this.
They both gave up on her a
long time ago. That's what is making this so difficult.
"Yeah."
Mark says, uneasily. "You're right." His voice sounds odd
and false among the quiet of his office. No one ever ventures back
here besides Mark himself, and now Derek. Derek was everywhere.
Derek leaned in closer,
and another lie slipped into Mark's lungs. "But you know that
that isn't what I care about."
Mark's eyes agree, but he does
it verbally too. "Not even Meredith."
"Not even
Meredith." Derek smiles the familiar smile, if not more venemous
than usual. Mark's muscles tense briefly as Derek jerks foward, but
he relaxes as lips touches the skin of his ear.
Derek whispers something Mark can't hear as half a million lies are sucked down his throat.
Derek gets up, and is
almost out the door when Mark says something else. "Didn't
catch that Derek."
The other man grins. "You know me too
well."
"...yeah."
And he's gone again.
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Author's note:
My sister's comment: "It feels like I was drowning and you pushed me even farther under the water and took away my floaties. D:"
Heheh.. it was fun to write, in case you were wondering.
This will be a series of unrelated Derek/Mark drabbles.. when I get around to posting more, that is... .. ...