Willya look at that? Another Mark-Addison (I call them Maddison) fic.Or, at least an Addison fic. I really didn't intend to make Derek such an inatentive person, but he just came out that way. Er. That's it, I think.
Oh yeah. Disclaimer: I own no part of Grey's Anatomy.
She always believed in fairy tales. Long before she'd ever heard of an ER, or the human psyche, or God, or even Santa Claus, she believed in fairy tales. She believed in the ugly-duckling princess who became beautiful while being locked up in a tower and rescued by a great beast who she'd live with against her will until one day she ran away to live in the forest with seven dwarves where the great beast, transformed by love into a handsome prince, would come for her and they'd live happily ever after.
Well, something like that.
A handsome prince, certainly. The only problem, she mused, was that the stories always involved love.
Love. Love. Addison. Montgomery. Shepherd. Hated. That word.
She didn't hate the feeling or action or the idea. No, she just hated the word.
The four letter monosyllabic word that said, basically, I want you for the rest of my life and I will make myself sound like a fool and look like a fool and basically be a fool just because I said it. Let's have sex now. Or, let's got to sleep after having sex. Whichever one applied.
Wouldn't it be easier, she reasoned to Mark one day, to just spend all your time with that person and let that stand for itself?
He just said I love you.
She glared at him before saying I love you too.
And that was it, really, the end of the conversation, and it wasn't sandwiched between bouts of lovemaking, which their conversations these days often were.
She found it quite refreshing.
Much better, at least, than the one-worded responses she got from Derek.
Much better, she thought, than the mumbled love you he whispered at night when he was too tired to say anything else.
She wondered, sometimes, if he just said it out of habit.
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