disclaimer: yadda yadda, not mine
note: this story takes place immediatly following the season 2 finale. so if fo some reason you haven't seen it; and don't want to ruin the surprise/disgust/insertotheremorionhere whilst watching it for yourself, don't read. don't say i didn't warn you.
A Lack of Colour
"I guess the night's over" Addison stated flatly, blinking back tears and avoiding looking her husband in the eyes before she turned and followed Richard across the floor.
Derek, for a split second, almost felt guilty as he wondered if she knew, how she could possibly, in that single instance, had known what had just transpired between Meredith and himself in the exam room.
Almost.
It was in that instant he noticed Finn, standing far too close to Meredith, offering to take her home. Derek knew she should go to her best friend, to Izzie, the beautiful, broken girl that had held her chin high as she left everything behind in through tears. Furthermore, Derek knew that, by all means, he should go home to his wife.
Yet for some reason, Derek found himself looking at Meredith – he never could stop looking at her - and silently asking her to come to him.
From the other side of the room, Richard opened the door for Addison, casting a disappointed glance back at Derek as he left the room.
Outside, Addison took a deep and shaky breath. Richard placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it slightly. Addison looked to him, gratefulness replacing the heartbroken look that had flickered across her face moments before. She drew another breath, this time steadier, raised her chin, and smiled – a sad smile, masked by something else Richard could not quite put his finger on. Before Richard could say a word, Addison – chin still high – had walked out the doors of Seattle Grace and into the pouring rain.
poor addison. my little heart just broke for her.