A/N: Something I have been wanting to write for a while, I hope you enjoy it. Please review! Chapter One coming in an hour! Editing!
It has been four years since Doctor Addison Montgomery moved to sunny Los Angeles. She uprooted her life because of failed relationships, unlucky in life, and lack of fulfilment. Since moving to the sun filled city, she has found many ways to bring vibrancy back into her life. Taking a younger lover, learning how to do yoga, spending time with friends whom have grown more to being family, and taking extra time to learn about each patient she treats. A difference from her life in Seattle.
A simple morning in the Oceanside Wellness Group. Light breaks through the lined blinds of the office of Addison Forbes Montgomery. Sitting at her dark oak desk, pen to paper filling out patient reports, a gentle sway of her pan, ticking coming from the clock so elegantly placed on the open brick wall, in between two Monet paintings. Upon Addison's desk, a variant of different desk tiddies, pictures of her family, friends, and people who have come into her life. Everything has a place in Addison's wold. Looking down at the report she is filling out, with quick time, her middle length, auburn, hair slightly dangles over her face. Addison isn't one for smearing her face in make-up, a naturally beautiful red head, piercing blue eyes, and a gentle warmth that glows from her own skin.
She gently places her blue, Oceanside Wellness Group, pen onto the dark green, desk cover, that protects her beautiful dark brown desk from various dents of her writing. Her head tilts slightly, exposing her long, beautiful neck, as she peers to the ticking, metal, framed clock on the wall. Ten-minutes-to-nine. Addison makes a habit of always arriving earlier than the other doctors of the practice. She enjoying being able to make her coffee without the prying eyes of Pete, read the paper in peace without Naomi telling her every single detail of her date the night before. The time allowed her to catch up on paperwork, gain more patients, and even leave early in the evening without feeling bad about it. One of the advantages of being in private practice, she is able to pick and choose her own starting time, being a partner in the practice leaves her with more freedom than some of the other doctors who work there. She enjoys her alone time, away from people, either at home or locked away in her office where she can catch up on patient reports or simply read a book. Closing that glass door is a symbol to her and her office, no words needed to be exchanged. Silence.
Addison sighs leaning back in her chair, she yawns softly placing the back of her hand on her forehead. She closes her eyes, she has only twenty-five minutes until her first patient of the day. She is amused by the name of the young woman on the file 'Isobel Stevens'. The exact same name as the young intern from Seattle she grew to have a soft spot for. "A surgeon with a lot of promise" Addison thinks to herself. Izzie Stevens was an intern every attending adored. Charming, beautiful, adorable, humble, and not to mention a knock out. Most of the attendings, Addison included, drooled over Izzie Stevens.
A smirk plays on her lips as her mind drifts back to a time in Seattle, when finishing a surgery, she dashed to the closest restroom she could find, which happened to be the interns' locker room. Upon leaving, she caught a glimpse of the toned body of Izzie Stevens. Addison remained behind one of the lockers as she watched the young intern walk across the locker room wearing nothing but her lace bra and matching panties. Addison's mouth hung open, her mind jumbled with thoughts and fantasies. Before Izzie could spot her, Addison fled the room, quickly and quietly.
Her attention is draws back to reality by a faint knocking at her office door. Addison opens her eyes, sits up, and adjusts her red blouse. She clears her throat.
"Come in." She announces with authority.
The door opens slightly, revealing the young, mid-wife in-training, Dell, a good looking, young trained nurse in his twenties. Dell is an asset to the practice, keeping everything in line, even the finical side of things, he arranges the books, keeps track of all the patients and appointments allowing the doctors to just work. Addison smiles at Del, a warm smile, the corners of her mouth revealing a genuine glow of warmth.
"What can I do for you, Del?"
He smiles. "First of all, good morning, and second, the new oncologist consult is here. She was wondering where she should set up? Sam was handling it but he's not here yet."
"Oh right!" Addison ponders for a moment.
She doesn't even know who this new consult is; only that she is female, she trained in Tacoma, and she has a passion for oncology. She had, previously, given the task to Sam. Addison was sick and tired of looking at resumés, letters, and various applications. She knew this would be a task Sam would love to do. Addison stands from her desk and brushes down her pencil, black, skirt. She motions to Dell to lead the way to this new doctor they were taking on.
Walking out of her office, through the glass threshold, her stilettos making soft clicking sounds on the dark hardwood floor, she is greeted with the sound of phones ringing and chatter, something Addison isn't a stranger to. She knows nothing about this new oncologist she wanted to distant herself as much as possible from the process, however, with Sam running late she is the only one to greet her.
Reaching the lobby, Addison looks to Dell who approaches a woman standing in the lobby, facing away from Addison and out of the window to the beautiful Los Angeles view. Addison looks around at the now growing number of patients entering the practice, all checking in and waiting patiently for their doctor to come and greet them. A variety of faces, all a symbol of what Oceanside offers to the city of Los Angeles, medical care at affordable prices.
Addison's attention is drawn back to Dell as he escorts over the new oncologist. Addison freezes to the spot as her eyes drink in the beautiful figure of her once intern and student, Izzie Stevens. Addison's eyes widen as she locks eyes with the blond, whose eyes sparkled in the beautiful sun that came through the large floor to ceiling windows of the waiting room. Addison felt her heart race and a lump in her throat, anxiety of her past coming back for her. Izzie Stevens is standing in front of her joining her practice as the new oncologist.