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CHAPTER 10
"So the kids are in bed, I was thinking we should talk."
Addison steps back when Derek puts his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She sighs, pressing her hands against his chest.
"Derek…"
She breaks off speaking when he tentatively kisses her, slowly succumbing to the kiss – as much as she doesn't want to. Derek gently pulls away after a while, looking into her eyes guiltily.
"Addison… Addie… I'm sorry about today."
Addison sighs, running her hands over his shoulders before turning away, rummaging in her handbag. She takes a deep breath before handing him the papers, watching him intently. Derek swallows when he sees the papers, looking at her in confusion.
"Divorce papers?"
"I haven't signed yet. I'll sign when you sign so just… get it over and done with and I'll be off. We share custody of the kids; they'll spend holidays in Seattle, Thanksgiving with one of us, Christmas with the other. The next year we change it again. I really think…"
"No."
"Derek…"
He rips the papers through, watching her intently.
"No. I'm not signing the papers, Addie."
"Why the hell not? It's not like you want to be married to me!"
"But I do…"
"You have a real funny way of showing it."
Derek sighs, closing his eyes.
"Addie, I screwed up. We both screwed up. Can we just… try?"
"Like you tried when you left New York?"
"Are you ever going to forgive me for leaving?"
"Are you ever going to forgive me for Mark?"
There's a strange flicker in Derek's eyes before he lunges forward, grabbing onto her shoulders and pressing her to the wall, kissing her hungrily. Addison groans, her knees growing weak at once. Derek pulls away to look at her, fury shining in his eyes.
"Did your knees go weak like that when he kissed you?"
"Derek…"
He lowers his head, sharply biting at her neck and smirking when she moans.
"Did you moan like that when Mark did it?"
"Derek, don't do this."
He pulls away, glaring at her.
"Why? Do you want him more than you want me?"
"NO!"
"What do you feel when I do this?"
Derek leans closer, trailing his mouth from her collarbone up to her neck, finally reaching her mouth. He pulls away and looks at her expectantly. Addison sighs, avoiding his eyes.
"I love you. Okay, I still love you? Satisfied."
Derek smirks, putting his hands on her hips, looking at her darkly.
"So stay. What's the problem?"
"What's the problem? Derek, do you honestly think I want to love you? Do you think I want to go weak at the knees every time you kiss me? Do you think I want to break down every time we fight? Do you think I want to feel like I'm not alive when we're not together? Do you really think I want that after the way you treated me?"
"I already apologized for what I did today, so…"
"I'M NOT JUST TALKING ABOUT TODAY! YOU'VE BEEN TREATING ME LIKE DIRT FOREVER! BEFORE today, BEFORE Mark!"
"I have not…"
"You ignored me, Derek! You never had time for me, Mark always had to stand in for you. At family occasions, at birthdays and anniversaries… At Brad's elementary school recital. He practiced for weeks, Derek, just wanting you to see him. You never heard him sing that song. Not ONCE. But Mark did. Mark was there. Every time Brad practiced, every time Ashley was sick, every time I was upset. Mark was practically my husband in every other way, so yeah, I thought why not screw him too. IT'S NOT LIKE YOU'D CARE!"
"YOU SCREW MY BEST FRIEND AND YOU THINK I WOULDN'T CARE?"
"YOU PRACTICALLY PUSHED ME INTO HIS ARMS, DEREK!"
"WHEN DID I GIVE YOU THE IDEA THAT IT WOULD BE OKAY FOR ME TO SLEEP WITH MARK?"
"WHEN YOU MADE IT OKAY FOR HIM TO TAKE YOUR PLACE AS MY HUSBAND IN EVERY OTHER WAY!"
She turns around, tears streaming over her face, her body trembling.
"I'm tired, Derek. I'm just… tired."
Derek sighs, wrapping his arms around her from behind and resting his face in the crook of her neck.
"Me too. I'm tired of fighting."
"Yeah."
"We can make this work, Addie."
"How do you know that?"
"I don't. But we have to try. We owe that to… the kids. To each other. To ourselves."
Addison sighs, turning to face them.
"Okay… we can try. But Derek… I'm not going to be your doormat. I'm not going to be ignored, belittled or humiliated by you. If you do that once, once, I'm out. And I'm taking the kids with me."
"Okay."
"Okay…"
Derek nods slowly, running his fingers through his hair nervously.
"Addison… if we're going to make this work… we're not going back to New York."
"Derek, my life is in New York."
"And so is Mark."
Meredith is in Seattle! Addison bites back on saying it, suppressing a deep sigh. He clearly still had Mark issues.
"Fine. We can stay in Seattle. I'll call the chief tomorrow. Richard has already given me a contract, so… I'll sign it."
"Thank you."
Michael finally pulls his mouth away from Meredith's, looking down at her seriously.
"Meredith. Wait a second."
Meredith frowns, looking up at him.
Seriously?
"What's wrong?"
"I don't want to have sex with you."
Eh Michael… that came out wrong.
"I mean… I do, I want to have sex with you…"
Much better, Einstein. If your sister could see you now she'd have your head.
He sighs, closing his eyes.
"It's just… if I have sex with you now, we're going to end up being a one night stand and… I click with you. I enjoy your company. I like you."
Meredith looks at him blankly, her brain a bit hazed from too much tequila.
Okay so what exactly is he saying? Does he want to have sex or not?
"Look, do you want to have sex or not?"
She claps her hand over her mouth, closing her eyes.
"I didn't mean to ask that out loud."
Michael throws his head back, laughing spontaneously.
"You are refreshing Miss Grey. Yes and No. Yes I certainly do, but no, not right now."
"Okay…"
"I want to see you again, Meredith."
"Oh… OH!"
She smiles coyly, looking up at him.
"I'd like that. But it's Doctor. Doctor Grey."
"You're a doctor too?"
"A surgical intern. Too?"
Michael nods, sitting down on the grass and pulling her down with him.
"I'm one as well. Are you related to Ellis Grey?"
"She's my mother. Are you related to Lucas Montgomery?"
"My father."
Meredith's
eyes widen in surprise and she smiles.
"Seriously? He's the
most amazing surgeon in the world!"
Michael sighs, staring out in front of him.
"Yeah. He's brilliant."
"I bet you are brilliant too. Do you specialise?"
"Yeah, vascular surgery. But I'm not brilliant. That gene was saved for my sister."
"You have a sister who's a doctor too?"
Michael nods distractedly.
"Yeah, she's probably the best neonatal surgeon in the world. But at the risk of turning this conversation into a praise-the-more-brilliant-Montgomery fest, I'm going to go. I'll give you a call. I have to go to Oregon tomorrow, I'll be there for a few weeks. But… I'll see you when I get back. I might start liking Seattle, you know."
Meredith nods, brushing her lips against his.
"Okay. Goodbye Michael. And for the record… I think you're pretty brilliant."
Derek frowns angrily, glaring at Addison.
"I don't see the need for making me sleep on the couch."
Addison looks up at him, her expression frozen.
SERIOUSLY?
"You don't see the need for that?"
"Addie, I have surgery tomorrow!"
"It's a very comfortable couch."
"Addison."
"Derek, we've agreed that we should hold off on the sex thing until we're okay in other aspects of the marriage."
"Addison, sleeping in one bed doesn't mean we're going to have sex."
Addison smirks, staring at him.
Okay so someone has obviously forgotten the past.
"We're Derek and Addison."
Derek sighs before creeping onto the couch without arguing any further.
"Point taken."
"Thank you. Sweet dreams."
And with that she walks into her room, closing the door behind her. Derek sighs, leaning his head back against the pillow, staring up at the roof.
Well this is odd.
He was lying in his wife's hotel room.
On a couch.
While she was in the bed.
Alone.
Right after they'd decided to give their marriage another try.
This is seriously odd.
He stares at the roof a little longer, not even trying to be sleep.
If this is odd, what's tomorrow going to be like?
He sighs, trying his best not to think about the following day.
Poor Meredith. She's going to be a wreck… I screwed up. I should have told her about Addison. No… actually, I shouldn't have gotten involved with her in the first place. I mean, I love Addison… I…
Derek glances at the closed door, nodding to himself.
I do love Addison.
