Volcanic Ash
Volcanic ash is hot and bubbly. It overcomes all areas near it. It smothers everything it rolls over.
This is an Addek fanfic one-shot, with the usual angst, dealing with the moment Derek confronts Addison about aborting Mark's child.
Addison was only home from the hospital fifteen minutes when there was a knock on her hotel room door. Sighing, she stepped out of her heels and walked towards the door wondering who would be visiting her this late. She opened the door slightly to see who was behind it. Derek, she thought. What did he want? Addison pulled open the door. An angry Derek pushed his way in and said, "We need to talk." Addison sarcastically replied. "How very nice. It was never convenient for you when I wanted to talk."
"Shut up Addison." Addison was surprised at Derek's directness. She turned to walk toward the table and chairs inside the hotel room, but Derek grabbed her arm and spun her around.
"Have anything more that you want to tell me about New York," Derek spat. Addison froze. He knew. Someone had told him about Mark's baby. Faces flashed through her head. Mark? Callie? Addison pulled her arm away and said, "No, Derek. I don't. It had nothing to do with you."
"It may not have had anything to do with me alone, but it had a whole hell of a lot to do with us," Derek seethed.
"Why do you care now? I begged you to care a year ago and you would barely look at me. You perfected walking away, Derek."
Derek ran his hand through his hair and the anger was plain on his face. "Don't you get it Addison? It was another omission by you. A helluvan omission at that! We talked about kids. You told me you weren't ready. Apparently, you got ready really quickly when Mark undressed you." Addison cringed. Derek went on, "But, you changed your mind when you decided your worthless piece of shit boyfriend wouldn't make the grade as daddy material. Was it worth it Addison?" Derek's voice was rising and he was becoming more frantic. "Was it all worth screwing up our marriage for? I guess you learned fast how it felt to be thrown aside for someone new. Twice. Did it feel good to know that everyone in the hospital in New York knew Mark was sleeping around on you while you blindly went through your day, more the fool? Did it feel good to play the adulteress wretch?"
Addison hadn't moved much since she had pulled her arm from his grasp. She took all of his seething anger until his last sentence. When he uttered those last words, Addison brought her hand up and smacked Derek across the face. He grabbed her shoulders, turned her around, and pushed her back against the door. Derek didn't take his eyes off of Addison. She was confused, but not afraid. Their relationship had always been volatile, but never violent. Derek bent his head, leaned towards her, and forcefully began to kiss her. At first, Addison wanted to struggle, but she knew that wouldn't last long anyway. She could never resist Derek.
He quickly began unbuttoning her blouse while Addison ran her hands through his hair. Letting the blouse drop to the floor in front of the hotel room door, Derek pushed her bra up exposing her breasts. He began kissing her neck, continuing down her chest and stomach. He came back up and began biting her nipples. Addison tried to arch her back, but the door was stopping her progress. She pushed her arms under his coat and let it fall to the floor, piling itself on top of her blouse. Derek took a hold of her arms and led her towards the bed, kissing her as they walked.
"Derek, we shouldn't….," Addison tried to speak between kisses.
"Shut up Addie."
Derek pushed Addison on the bed and fell on top of her. He forced her skirt up and yanked her panties down her legs. Addison closed her eyes and tried to relax. Derek began unbuckling his belt. He left his shirt on, but worked quickly to remove his pants and boxers. Using his legs, he pushed hers apart and entered her roughly without preparation. Addison whimpered and wrapped her arms around Derek's back. He continued pumping hard against her body. Addison remembered, that in past, Derek had been gentle and kind during sex. She felt that this was definitely a different time. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy it. She did. She always did with Derek. But, she also knew she'd feel differently tomorrow….a bit bruised and battered. Addison tried to stay in the moment. Derek climaxed and fell onto her chest. Addison, again, closed her eyes and just let him lay there quietly. When she opened them, a lone tear fell down her cheek.
Derek lifted his head and looked at Addison. "No, Addison." Derek took his thumb and wiped away her wet cheek. "This isn't about anger……this isn't about punishment…..I need you. I just…….need you,… Addison." After a moment, Derek pulled himself off of Addison and climbed off of the bed. He turned his back to her while he re-dressed himself. When he was finished, Derek walked towards the door, picked up his coat and kicked Addison's blouse to the side. When his hand was on the doorknob, Addie asked quietly, "Who told you?" Derek mumbled, "my ex-best friend." He, then, opened the hotel room door, and without looking back, walked out of the room….. leaving Addison unsettled and exposed.
Sometimes emotions are like ash. They are hot and they bubble over. They smother and they can leave you burnt. Sometimes, they just leave an open wound.
