Tales of Rain and Shine and Phone calls

A/N: So, I know I haven't written anything in like forever but I just don't have much time, but this is what I came up with during study hall, which is just really boring and I wnated to do some writing, but was roo lazy to walk to my locker and get my advanced composition binder and finish my paper.

Disclaimer: Sue me and you'll sleep with the fische. JK do I really look that violent to you? Don't own 'em, end of story.

This is for everyone who reads and reviews :-) you're awesome guys.

Prologue

Addison's shoulders shook as she sobbed quietly, trying to calm her breathing. This might be the single worst day in her life, well ever since she had moved to LA. Naomi was her best friend; she had been ever since they had met on this one rainy day at NYU, both complaining about the rain turning their hair all curly. But now it was all shattered, broken, Naomi was mad at her and this wasn't something small, this probably was their biggest fight ever. And Addison was pretty sure she was losing her best friend, the only reason she had come to LA. Of course she had wanted to start a new life, but she went to LA for Nae.
Her hands were shaking as she slowly reached for her cell phone that was on the other side of her bed that she was sitting on. Once again Addison took a deep breath in and then drew it out again, before dialing the, to her so familiar number. The number she probably knew better than her own, because he had been the most important part of her life; her constant. But was he still? Was he the person that she should call and bother with her issues? Would he even care?
She closed her eyes, knowing she didn't have any other person she could or wanted to call. So she slowly dialed his number, listening to the rain pouring from the grey sky outside her house. This was the reason why Addison hated rain so much; rain had never meant anything good, not for her anyway.
It was raining the day her mother had died, the day she had slept with Mark and Derek had left her, the day she had come to Seattle and found her husband with his new mistress and now it was raining again. Maybe it was childish for her to still believe that the rain somehow affected her life, but she couldn't help it; to her rain never brought anything good with it.
"Hey, it's me… erm Addison… I just need to talk to someone…" She began to ramble, talking to the voice mail. Addison knew she would have been a lot more nervous if he would have answered, so she was somehow relieved he didn't. "I just feel like I'm losing my best friend." Her voice was low, almost as low as a whisper as hot, salty tears began to stream down her flushed cheeks once again. "I don't know if you even care but I just needed to talk to someone… But I guess I better hang up now…" Again she paused. Waiting for him to answer? Waiting for something to happen? She didn't know the answer. "Bye." She whispered and hung up the phone after a moment, staring at the display that soon turned black. She let herself fall back on the bed, pulling her knees up to her chest and sobbing quietly; the raindrops cascading down her bedroom window. To Addison it once again seemed as if even heaven cried, as if the entire world took a minute to stop and just grief, let the tears fall freely.

On the other side of the West Coast Derek was staring blankly outside of the big glass front inside of Seattle Grace Hospital. He loved the view; he loved how he could see so far. But not today, not most of the time, today it was rainy and the sky had turned into a dull and staidly one. Derek didn't like rain and he knew why. Being married to Addison for almost twenty years had that effect on him; and on her as well. Both began to pick up the other ones peeves, dislikes, favorites, etc. He smiled to himself when he thought of his wife, well ex-wife by now. This was why Derek hated rain. Not because he always had, because she had hated it. It was raining the night he found her with Mark and came to Seattle and it was raining the day he signed the divorce papers, making one of the biggest mistakes of his entire life. The other big mistake was forgetting about his wife back in New York, leaving her alone night after night and sending his best friend in his place. Derek still couldn't figure out why he had done that, why would he forget about Addison? She had been his rock, his constant. And he had abandoned her and the vow he had made to God.
He sighed heavily and watched the flag flatter in the cold breeze. Derek ran his fingers through his hair and glanced at his cell phone to check the time when he saw the red LED light blinking, indicating that he had a voice mail. Putting his phone to his ear he immediately recognized who was on the other end, even before she had said her name. His eyebrows furrowed together and his heart clenched as he heard her sob and sniff. After being married for that long he could see the tears running down her face, see the tiredness in her usually so sparkling green eyes. He could not only hear her pain, he could feel it as if it was his own. Of course he was surprised that she had called him out of all people, after the way he had hurt her, and she hurt him. But she had still called him. And Derek knew that it hadn't been easy for her to make that decision. Addison was independent; she was a fighter and only ever asked for help if she was really close to breaking down. Derek gazed around before he called her back.
"H-Hello?" A shaky voice answered on the other line.
"Addison, it's Derek." He didn't know what else to say, but he knew that she needed to talk and he was more than willing to do that.
"Oh, I didn't think you would call." She said honestly. Of course she didn't think he would call, but she had hoped that he would and he was the only one she wanted to talk to right now.
"You sounded like you needed someone to talk to, and I'm here for you." Addison had to smile slightly at this, he always knew what to say to make her feel better or to make a situation less awkward.
"Thank you." She whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks once again, but this time not because of sadness, more because she was so touched by his concern for her.
"What happened Addie?" He asked in a concerned manner, he was talking the way he used to talk to her, his voice so full of concern and love.
She explained everything, not leaving a detail out and when she did, he knew what she meant. It had been their way of communicating for so long, they could just sit there and look into each other's eyes and know exactly what the other one meant, as if they were sharing some kind of secret bond.
"Sweetie, it will be okay, this doesn't sound like anything you two couldn't manage. Just talk to her and don't stop trying." Oh how he wished he could put his hand on her shoulder and hug her right now. Derek knew when Addison needed a hug and even though he was not the huggiest person in this world, it all changed when it came to her. There was a moment of silence before she sighed softly. "I really hope you're right."
"I'm always right, remember?" Derek smirked slightly and he knew she would know that he was. And he was right; Addison chuckled softly and said "So you still have the same ego." It wasn't a question, more of a conclusion or a statement to herself, he hadn't changed after all.
"Bigger than Texas." He confirmed with a nod, it was something both of them did, even if they weren't in the same state and just talking on the phone they would still gesture and do all those little things like when they were talking one on one.
"I'm glad some things never change." She said, a content smile etching across her face, her voice sounding tired.
"You sound tired." Of course, he picked up on that, she thought to herself.
"Will you talk to me until I fall asleep?" Addison wouldn't ask this anyone else and Derek knew that.
"Promise." He smiled sadly, feeling his heart tug when he realized how much he missed her.
"Thank you." She snuggled under the covers, before speaking again "And Derek, thank you for being here for me." Addison closed her eyes, feeling her body relax for the first time in what felt like forever.
"Anytime Addie, any time." He answered, talking to her until he could hear her breathing getting more quiet and steady, knowing she had fallen asleep.

Okay, so I just called it prologue because that's what a story starts with and I'm intending to make it a longer story than that, if you wanna read more about it. So tell me and I'll see what I can do ;-)

At last I want to close with something Wilhelm Klopfkorn (a writer I have met recently) has said "I don't write because people tell me to write. I write because and whenever I feel like writing. Because all pressure does is make a great idea to a sappy story."