Chapter 4. Yes, it is very short, I know. But I think I write much better in little bursts rather than long chapters. I actually like this Chapter. WARNING: Some strong language.

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Chapter 4

I've never been the kind

To ever let my feelings show

I thought that being strong

Meant never loosing your self-control

-Tonight I Wanna Cry by Keith Urban

The night was approaching a theme; the only escape at Seattle Grace was dashing through the front doors into the rain waiting outside.

Addison had plenty of experience in high heels, there was no doubt about that. She walked even more briskly in a pair of pumps than most people walked in sneakers. Tonight, however, she couldn't seem to make her legs carry her fast enough. There was a numbness to her body that she had felt only a few times earlier in her life. The rain still fell at a substantial rate, making lights in the distance blurred and sounds muted below the downpour. Derek easily caught up with her, his breathing barely heavy at his approach.

"Addie, Addie, I..." He called to her, raising his voice above the raindrops' thud on the pavement.

"No!" She exclaimed, her voice carrying more exasperation than sorrow. She continued forward without flinching.

"Jesus Addison, just turn around and talk to me!" Derek shouted, now becoming breathless from the effort he was exerting to out-yell both Addison and the rainfall.

At this she turned around, furrowed her brow, and cocked her head, all the while imploring, "Goddamn it, Derek! What do you want? Do you want to give me some fucking lecture on my deficient merits as a wife? Do you want to explain why lying to me and sneaking off to screw Meredith is less adulterous than me screwing Mark? I can't wait to hear it. Go ahead. Tell me! You're the brain surgeon here!"

Derek found himself taken aback, although Addison's sudden outburst really didn't surprise him; She was never one to keep her mouth shut when she was angry. He shook his head and looked down at the ground, taking a few steps towards her.

"I don't want to lecture you, Addie," He softened his voice, discarding the furor but still maintaining an audible level of speech. Addison was quick to note that it still lacked any sign of guilt. He raised his head to look her in the eye. "I don't want to lecture you. And what I did is just as adulterous as what you did, maybe even more so. But I thought you would be the one person who could understand!"

Her eyes widened at his last statement. Understand? Where was his understanding when it was me who was cheating? "I'm at a loss for words, Derek. Honestly, did you really think that I would understand? You certainly had some high expectations! I guess I'm just not 'pious' enough to understand how you cheating on me is forgivable. Please, remind me when you forgave me. I can't seem to remember."

OK, she raises a good point, he thought to himself. "I never did. Even before...before Mark, when we had arguments, those last few years. We would make up afterwards, but really? Forgiving you? It's been a long time." It was the first time he was being open and honest to her since her appearance in Seattle, and despite the hurtful words he had just said, he felt like a great burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

The tears began to fill Addison's eyes once again. She had known all his lies, all his secrets, for so long. But now they weren't lies and secrets anymore. They were the truth, and it stung. The two looked in opposite directions for a few moments before Addison finally spoke.

"Derek, do you love me?" She returned her gaze to his face and he met it with his. His eyes searched hers, looking for an answer. For the first time that night, he actually looked sorry. The hope in her stare killed him inside. He shook his head and without looking away, answered her.

"It's been a long time."

Finn looked at Meredith, feeling more betrayed than ever. He searched her face for any sign that she still loved him. Reading people was not one of his strong points, but he could easily tell that what she felt for him was not love.

Meredith sniffled a bit, her eyes drying up a bit. "Finn, please, I just want you to understand!"

"Understand? Seriously?" He chuckled at her absurd assumption.

"Yes! Understand! Don't you want me to be happy?" She beseeched, not believing that he could possibly be laughing at her.

"Before tonight, Meredith, I wanted the world for you. Now? I'm not so sure." He told her, stepping into the elevator that had finally opened, revealing it's empty contents. He pushed the button marked "lobby" and looked back at her, eyes glassy and red, and returned his gaze to his shoes. The doors to the elevator closed and Meredith stood still, soaking up his words.

OK, told you it was short! PLEASE review and let me know what you thought! More soon, I promise!