Summery: Two people, coming from two different states and two different situations end up sitting beside each other on a plane trying to escape from their lives. AU. MerMark
Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy.
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Boston, Massachusetts…
The strange sound continued as he walked down the hall listening cautiously. When he finally reached the end of the hall and stood outside her door, he could hear a banging noise. Giving the door a light tape, he pushed the door lightly with his foot and looked in. She stood over her suitcase throwing random things into it.
"Meredith?" He said in a quiet broken voice.
Her eyes traveled up to him as she pushed the hair out of her face. The pain was written all over her face. Tears lined the bottom of her eyes.
"Great job in there, Dr. Grey." The small doctor said giving her a short nod.
"You too, Dr. Song." She gave a small smile back before heading over to the nurses' station. "Have you seen, Dr. Shepherd?"
"On-call room." She glanced up and did a double take when she noticed who it was. "I mean… I think he is. But he might be… somewhere else." She stammered.
She gave the young nurse a strange look before nodding. "I'll check it out."
Turning, she wondered why the nurse was still watching as she walked towards the on-call room. She pushed the door open expecting to see her fiancé asleep in the bed. Instead, she found him and his scrub nurse.
She shook her head at him. "Walk away, Derek." Her voice was level, but low and broken. "Just walk away."
"I can't do that, Mer. I can't just walk away."
"And why not?" She yelled as tears started to come. "I don't want you here."
"It was a mistake." He pleaded.
"I didn't ever want this, Derek." She pulled off her ring. "I don't want any of this." With that she threw the ring at him. "You made your choice a long time ago. Now I'm making mine."
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New York City, New York…
"Addison?" He called as he walked through the door of townhouse that he and his girlfriend, Addison, shared. "Addi, you here?"
There was an odd banging sound coming from upstairs. Putting down his things, he trudged up the stairs. He walked down the hall to their bedroom and pushed the door open. "Addi?" She stood by the bed carefully packing her things into multiple suitcases. "What are you doing? Is Michael sending you out of town again?"
"I'm leaving, Mark." Addison admitted.
"Leaving? Where? Until when?"
She took a deep breath. "I'm not coming back."
"What? What the hell does that mean?"
She walked over to him putting her hand on his arm. "You have to understand. I got a really great job offer… and I took it."
"Then, I'll come with you. Just give me a week to get a job."
"You're not coming. I need to get out on my own."
"I love you, Addi."
A tear rolled off her cheek. "I can't love you, Mark. I don't want to stay here anymore."
"What are you talking about? This doesn't make any sense. We've been together for over three years."
"I want you to understand. It'll be easier if I leave. You're not ready to settle down."
He stood speechless for a second as she continued to pack. "That's it? You're leaving?"
She looked at him sadly. "It's for the best."
"You can't keep saying 'for the best' and expect it to make sense to me. Why the hell are you leaving? And don't say because it will be easier or because I'm not ready to settle down."
"I want a baby, Mark. I want to get married and buy a big house and raise kids in it."
"We can do that."
"You don't want that, Mark. You're not ready for a family and responsibilities like that. You may never be ready. But my clock is ticking, and I want a baby."
"Just because you don't think I'm ready doesn't mean I'm don't want all of that stuff." With that he turned and walked out slamming the door on the way.
