Ok so never done this before but it's one of those new year resolutions that I made and have been avoiding for the past six months so ermm yeah lets see how it goes

I don't own Grey's Anatomy or any of the characters they're all Shonda's and she is one very lucky and talented woman. Yes I am exceedingly jealous

The Spaces In Between

Prom. She hated it the first time round and the second was no different. It could even in fact be worse. Her first prom date was geeky but sweet and she thought that behind the glasses and the sci-fi jargon there was a sweet guy just ready to sweep her off her feet. After all she was no supermodel in her thick rims, braces and gigantic puff ball of a dress which did no favors for her adolescent chub that was still refusing to shift. It was tough, 16, ginger, freckles and it pretty much sucked watching the skinny blondes strut their stuff upon the dance floor with their hunks, rather than having a spindly asthmatic tell her that dancing would cause his joints to stiffen. Second time round, gone were the glasses, the braces, the fru fru dress. Hello stunning red with a gown to match, a pounds lighter, longer and leaner and with drop dead gorgeous spunk on her arm. They danced and she thought it was beautiful, almost perfect their bodies pressed up against each other, cheek to cheek. Until now. Five minutes ago she made the mistake of slipping that hand of hers in his pocket for a tissue, to wipe her nose from the cold. There and then laid the evidence of his latest conquest, of his betrayal, of his lies, of his love for another woman. Her heart had skipped a beat or two as she studied the pair of black pants. She knew who they belonged to. She wasn't stupid. She could feel her heart braking, physically splitting in two and her breathing quickened and she had to battle her way out of the trailer, to the door, where she inhaled the cool air, tears sliding down her porcelain cheeks as she clung to the sides to support her falling body. Skinny blondes still had one up on her, all these years down the line.

Sitting on the step of the caravan she wondered if it was karma at its best. Sure she made her mistake, Mark was the biggest mistake she could have possibly made but she thought that she paid for it. She thought that finally they were working it out, that they were getting back on track, that they could be finally getting back together. She had sacrificed everything for him. Her old job, her home, her friends and family. She was here in Seattle with people who glared daggers into her back everyday, a trailer which she could barely breathe in, facing his bit on the side every day and everyday she watched him look at her across the hall way, a longing in his eyes and she thought that, that was her karma. This, this sliced like a knife through the past few months. Everything she had built herself was beginning to crumble around the edges, and she had spent so many times before picking up the pieces, she didn't know if she could do it again. Perhaps that's why she let him kiss her as he strolled back from the car and sat down beside her.

"Aren't you cold out here?" he questioned noticing her body quiver slightly up and down. Cold? Was it cold? She asked herself. Inside she was cold, he was cold, he was brutal and cruel and she thought that yes perhaps it was cold but it wasn't the worst thing in the world to be sat out here.

"Just having some air before bed." She told him quietly, brushing the tears from her face and giving him a half smile. He nodded and stretched out in front of her looking up at the stars. That was one thing she couldn't deny about this spot, it was beautiful. Terribly beautiful. She could see why he didn't want to leave it. Why he would never want to go back with her.

"I still can't get my head around Richard agreeing to a prom. It's going to be the talking point for the next few weeks." Derek added with a light laugh picking up the bottle of beer that rested beside him and taking it a swig, offering it to her she accepted and took a big gulp letting it fizz down her throat.

"It was nice. Everyone looked beautiful." He nodded in agreement to her lies as she took another sip. "Meredith looked pretty." His head lowered and that was all the confirmation that she needed. Finishing off the bottle she got up to leave and felt his cold hand clamp around hers.

"Not as beautiful as you. Dance with me." It was funny she thought, these lies we tell each other.

"I'm tired."

"I promised you the last dance." She accepted and let him drag her down the steps to what she had decided to be the porch area. She let him slip his arm around her waist and she let her head fall onto his shoulder only to smell the scent of her along his collar. It was vanilla and she knew he liked sweet scents but it was so bitter. Cheap and bitter and it made her eyes water. It contrasted with her expensive French perfume which he had bought her especially for their 10th anniversary. She thought it would remind him but the look on his face as he closed his eyes and the way they swayed silently showed that she was wrong. More than likely this would be the last dance, she thought to herself and let her fingers cling to him that extra bit tighter. "I've been thinking." a statement that made her heart stop once again. 'Don't say goodbye, just yet, don't tell me this isn't working now' she cried in her head sniffling a little on his shirt, his aftershave drifting into her senses making her dizzy with complicated feelings and mixed emotions. "Maybe we should have a house." She pulled away and looked at him, confused.

"A house?" He smiled at her shock and let his hand drift around her face, her skin soft beneath his finger tips.

"This trailer, you've lived here long enough. I mean we can hardly breathe right?"

"So you're wanting space?" He shrugged.

"Maybe a TV, a bathroom which we can both fit in. A wardrobe to hang suits and fancy dresses up in, maybe even a wine bar." Derek chuckled. "You know I forgot how much I like a good drink every once in a while. Remember Margaritas in san Francisco that was a good night." He wondered off to his car.

"I remember down town Boston, a dark underground blues bar, Jack Daniels and ice, you in that red shirt which that bar tender splattered vodka all over." Nodding he pulled out two bottles and closed the door with his leg and walked towards her. She laughed a little at his enthusiastic smile. She realised it had been a long time since he had smiled, at her, like that.

"Well tonight we have trailer and red or white."

"Or both."

"Or both." Slowly she reached for the white and studied the label. It wasn't anything special but this, this moment it was special enough. And for a moment or two as they went back inside and he poured them both a glass she had forgotten about Seattle Grace, Meredith and those panties. It was just the two of them, in prom wear, drinking till they were silly, acting the fool and laughing like the young lovers they once were.

"Look at us; we're like a couple of teenagers." She giggled, brushing her auburn hair from her face, lying herself down onto the bed and starring up at the low ceiling, her long red dress twisting and puckering around her body.

"Except we're allowed to drink and aren't under the watchful eyes of your father!" He laid beside her and watched as her eyes glazed over with memories of the past.

"He always thought you were bad for me."

"And he never let me forget it." He finished off his glass and realised the bottle was empty. Reaching out he grabbed the other and filled up his cup, and filled hers to the brim. She looked at him but accepted without a care. "Those rules, Addison keep your door open, Addison be home by 11.30, Addison...He always looked at me as if I was some thought of criminal." he swirled the drink around in his mouth. It was sharp and bitter and it slid down his throat uncomfortably grazing it slightly. It made it burn. And he could feel it hit his stomach with a heavy empty thud. She rolled towards him.

"You were, you were stealing his little girl away from him, stealing her innocence." she giggled and sipped her wine, her eyes looking over the rim of the glass into his. She paused and slipped it away silently blushing a little. "No matter how old I get I'll always be his little girl." He was over protective and when she was younger she found it infuriating but now looking back she could understand. "It seems like such a long time ago now. Funny to think that back then our only worry was being stumbled upon by my parents." Their eyes met and they held each others gaze, both remembering times long ago, happier times, more carefree. She was right, Derek thought as he noticed how in her eyes she looked more mature, more worn down, it was a long time ago. She looked tired. She still had that essence of youth to her which attracted him all those years ago. He remembered the first day he laid eyes on her, the awkwardness the flustering of cheeks. "Things are different now. I mean now it's Mark and Meredith and,"

"Shut up Addison." She nearly choked on her wine as she turned to face him, his face stern and serious. She watched as he grabbed the bottle of wine and chugged down the last few mouthfuls before hurling it across the side of the trailer. She jumped as it shattered into tiny pieces, ricker-shading around the room. The only sound was of them breathing heavy and her body shook with nerves. "Just shut up." He pulled her close towards him and their lips met forcefully. With an urgency he kissed her, her lips becoming swollen with the intensity as he tugged and sucked and kissed all corners of her mouth. His hand roaming over the back of her head pulling her in closer as if he was trying to melt into her. Her own hands began to slip themselves around him and soon they were tugging at each others clothing. She was undoing the buttons on his shirt and he was undoing the zip on the back of her dress and it was hot and it was sweaty and they became lost. Lost in the moment of skin upon skin and how good familiar can feel. He knew how weak she went when he nuzzled her neck and breathed against her ear, sending goose bumps along her body. She knew how his eyes would burn into hers, how she could kiss along his jaw line, his cheeks, his forehead. They knew how sometimes things could feel so good and sometimes so right.

Ok so that was the first chapter and i'm now terribly nervous. But basically all i'm gonna say is that if you want to review it then please do, I and my frantically beating heart would appreciate it greatly. Thankies, Lexi Nou xxx