From the Ashes

Ok so this is first proper PrP fanfic (I have dabbled in the past! ). It is primarily about Pete and Addison and how they cope with the events that occur following the season two finale. The first part is short as want to see what you guys think. I hope you all enjoy, PLEASE R & R

Addison sat alone in her darkening living room only dimly lit by the TV which lulled along in the background and although her eyes fell on its screen she wasn't really watching. How could she let this happen again? She had left Seattle to start again, to find a guy, an unattached guy and what had she done? Fallen into the same tangled web of relationships that she'd been in before. Sure the names were different but the scenarios were the same, and she hated it. In a brief attempt to break these vicious circles in her mind she attempted to focus on the TV. A Gilmore Girls re-run. She had seen them all before but she tried to allow her mind to be reabsorbed as she forced herself to laugh at the parts she laughed at before.

It didn't work. As he would always worm his way back into her mind as she found herself back in his office, undoing her dress, sliding his hands up and down her back, through her hair. She felt his breath on his face as real as she felt her own tears that she knew were now running from her eyes . But she let herself cry. She had loved him, no, she loved him but she knew they couldn't be together. She couldn't break up a family, she was meant to create families, giving couples a baby- what would it say about her work, her character, if she undid something she'd done- something she'd worked so hard on. But she so wanted it to undo itself because then it could be OK, wouldn't it?

No. Because she started it. And she hated herself so much for starting it. And so the circle continued like this, each time Addison becoming more and more agitated until half way through the fifth circle the phone rang. Her mind derailed from its circular course, what if that was him? She didn't trust herself to speak to him. But she was walking, walking quickly, towards the phone anyway. She reached over to grab the phone-

"Addison?"

It wasn't him, she breathed.

"Addison?"

"Hi Pete, Wh-"

"I need you to come now,"

"What? Pete it's late and I'm waiting o-"

"It's Violet, she's been attacked and the baby, the baby," His voice trailed off. Addison who had now snapped out of her previous state started asking questions whilst grabbing her car keys and quickly shutting the back doors.

"Pete, right I'm on my way, if we're gunna need an OR get Charlotte King to get one prepped now,"

He hung up. He didn't want to slow her down anymore than he had done already. How had this happened? He had just told Violet he loved her, they were going to be a family. And now he was stood just staring through the hospital glass at her and their baby. Part of him wanted to go in, to help. But he couldn't move, his eyes cold though, scrutinizing the St Ambrose doctors' every movement. He needed Addison. He had seen her work, she could save his family, that's what she did- saved families. He suddenly heard footsteps running down the hall, he looked, it had to be her. But it wasn't.

Sheldon was running, if Pete hadn't been so dazed, he would have laughed at the concept but there he was running down the corridor looking at the room numbers as he went. He didn't even see Pete as he burst through the door to room 202. Pete wanted to follow him. But he couldn't. He just watched as Sheldon pushed his way through the doctors to stand by Violet's bed. He tried to grasp her hand but the nurses were asking him to step away. Pete watched him- he didn't want to go, he was staying, and so reluctantly Sheldon let go of Violet's hand and took two steps back. But at least he was in the room, yelling at the doctor, ordering them to tell him what was going on. More footsteps rounded the corner, Pete looked up hopefully, Cooper. He ran even more blindly than Sheldon. He, like his predecessor burst into room 202, tried to stand close to Violet, got asked to step back, yelled at the Doctor, even more forcibly than Sheldon had. Neither of them noticed Pete standing at the window.

Minutes passed, and then he heard her. He knew it was her, the sound of heels echoed in her familiar rhythm and as she rounded the corner she looked right at him. She quickened her rhythm as she came towards him.

He looked awful. Addison was slightly unsettled by the sight. Pete never looked flustered but he did now. But she knew he didn't want to talk now, all he wanted was her to go into that room and try to save them. And so she did.

The room, unlike the desolate hallway she had just left, was electric. But when she entered, everybody stopped momentarily. Cooper came over to her and tried to tell her what he knew. She ignored him. Right now he was just a distressed family friend, she wanted to join him in that role but she had to play doctor now.

She asked the questions that needed asking before starting to examine the incision. It was messy and in completely the wrong place. What the hell had happened here? As she finished examining Violet she looked directly up at Pete and just held his gaze. 'It was going to be hard, but it was by no means impossible. She was good enough.' He got it and allowed himself to breathe. For the first time the rest of the room noticed the man standing on the other side of the glass. Cooper quickly left the room to ask Pete what had happened, Sheldon followed hesitantly after receiving a similar stare from Addison that Pete had just received.

And so they went, off to surgery. The three men stood in the hallway and watched the red head, who walked quickly ,whilst flicking through the chart, as she followed the gurney. After they rounded the corner Cooper and Sheldon collapsed into the plastic seats that lined the hall. Pete however still remained stood bolt upright, his eyes fixed on the corner. It was going to be a long night.