A/N: Hello! I'm back with a GA story. Okay.. updates will be short.. it's like.. about 21 chapters tho this story.. and over 15000 words.. so. just bear with it.. hopefully you'll like it. Anyway.. Read.. Review.. Enjoy the Ride..
Take Care
p.s If you haven't heard of Ben's Brother, they are a very cool Brit Band.. Just like my Gilmore Girls story each chap is named after a song, and has a sample of lyrics that set the mood for each chap..
I obviously don't own GA or any of the lyrics I use.. if only I was that talent.. and rich.. :o)
Why do you dream, and see me as something I not?
Why don't you wake up and see all the good things you've got?
I Am Who I Am by Ben's Brother
"Seattle." I state decisively.
"What?" asks Mark, confused.
"I'm going to Seattle. Richard said he'd make room for me. So I'm going. I don't want to stay here. Seattle." I say, admittedly I am rambling a bit. Maybe due to the amount of liquor I've put back over the last few hours, but I think that I'm allowed to be pissed. In the circumstances. He stares at me intently. I can see why he might find this a little weird. We've both put the best part of a bottle of scotch back between us, and we're sat in his condo 5 blocks from my home. My home where 4 hours ago I walked in to find my wife in the 'throws of passion' with some Doctor from the hospital. So after all that I've already made a decision to move halfway across the country, whilst drunk.
"Seattle?" Mark, my best friend since forever, basically my brother, asks.
I swirl my tumbler of scotch round, the ice clinking against the glass, and nod. "Richard said he'd make space on the team for me. Ever since he left for Seattle Grace he has been ringing me, begging for me to go there. And I admit, I always wanted to. Addison held me back. Now I have no ties, I can go work for him. He's my mentor, and was yours, you know why I want this."
Mark nods and silently contemplates my words. I see the light in his eyes change and suddenly he's in motion. He knocks back his tumbler of scotch, and slams the empty glass onto the breakfast bar counter top between us.
"So when do we leave?" he asks.