Ch. 11
What More Do You Want
Tell me what's wrong, tell me what's right
Tell me how you want me to do it tonight
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
Tell me what's wrong, tell me what's right
What
more do you want
What more do you want
What more do you want
from me
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Izzie put bags of groceries in the back of the car. Getting groceries for the house was the least she could do for George and Meredith, who had gotten busier due to the Schweider's case. She missed the hospital, but held on to her decision to end her surgical residency. What she would do with her life next remained unknown, but she knew for sure she couldn't work in the same hospital Denny had died at.
Izzie jumped when she felt a hand on her arms.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you…" A woman holding a sleeping baby spoke.
"Can I help you?" She asked carefully, noticing the wrinkled clothes and the disheveled appearance of the woman and her child, and the bruises and fresh cut on the woman's face and arms were not to be missed.
The woman looked around nervously as if she was afraid that someone would recognize her. "I'm wondering if…if you could give me and my baby a ride to a women shelter…any shelter, we just need someplace safe…"
Izzie saw the fear in the woman's eyes and could hear desperation in her voice. "Okay, I'll take you." She gave her a small smile.
"Thank you so much for helping us." The woman said when she and the baby got into the backseat. "I'm Karen and this is Connor."
"I'm Isobel, but you can call me Izzie." She pulled out of the parking lot. "Do you mind if I ask you what happened?"
Izzie noticed Karen shifted in her seat through the mirror. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to. It's just that you have…. Do you want me to take you the hospital?" She couldn't help but worried.
"No, the shelter would be just fine. I'm fine, it's not a big deal."
Izzie drove on in silence for several minutes; she didn't want to push the woman into talking if she wasn't ready. Karen studied the young woman driving the car for a while before she decided to continue.
"My husband…he drinks a lot…and…and when he drinks, he…he loses control..."
She stopped briefly to wipe her tears. "I can't stay there any longer. I uh…I'm afraid that soon or later, he'll hit Connor, too. I can't have that happen…so I ran away. Then I saw you, and you seem like a nice person. I'm sorry I troubled you…."
"No, no, don't be sorry. I'm glad I could help." She smiled through the mirror before pulling into the women shelter she used to pass by on the way to the hospital.
"Oh you don't have to get out, I can go in by myself." Karen said when she saw Izzie was about to get out of the car.
"It's okay, I want to. I want to make sure you get those bruises and cuts taken care of…." She hesitated for a second. "I'm a doctor."
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"That was the most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed." Cristina remarked. "Brain exposed, heads separated, blood…."
"I can't believe Shepherd pulled it off." Alex shook his head.
"Seriously…. I thought the Shepherds and Sloan were gonna bite each other's head off." George lowered his voice.
"I think they still might…." Meredith tilted her head toward the glass separating the OR, where they were cleaning up, and the scrub room, where Derek, Addison, and Mark could bee seen were bickering with each other as they scrubbed out.
"Why is everyone so…angry? Did I miss something?" George asked.
"Derek's jealous over Addison and Mark talking to each other during the surgery." Meredith explained.
"And you pissed him off even more by joining the conversation…." Cristina reminded.
"Hey, he pissed off me first! He sent me back to my seat just because I told him to get over it!" She said bitterly.
"True, that was ridiculous, but I got to stand there longer…." Cristina grinned.
"I'm trying to read lips here!" Alex said as he glanced to the scrub room. "Dude, Sloan is not happy he has to do a second surgery to finish the reconstruction…. I have to get in on that."
The four interns discreetly stared through the glass to watch the three attendings mouthing things they couldn't hear.
"What's Derek saying? 'At least the baby's alive' That's true…." George chimed in.
"Yeah, but Addison is right, his part is over, now it's all on her to keep Julia alive. Too much transfusion may cause her liver to produce not enough coagulant….. She-Shepherd is pretty upset…." Cristina observed.
"But what can you do, she would die, too, without that last unit." Alex said.
"Yeah it could go either way. I think she's mad because of him, though…" Meredith added.
"I say we grab a seat, some beers, and some popcorn, because this will only get more interesting." Cristina suggested.
"You bet." Alex agreed.
"I'm so in." George nodded.
"So Mer, are you watching with us…or are we going to watch you make an appearance in the Ex-Files?" Cristina teased.
"They look vicious! God, I hope I wouldn't be dragged into this…."
"Good luck with that…." Cristina, George, and Alex said simultaneously.
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Addison pulled off her scrub top and sat on the bench, staring at her locker. She was tired—both physically and emotionally—from spending thirteen hours in the OR and from the never ending quarrel with her overstressed husband. Standing and operating thirteen hours straight had taken its toll on Derek and she understood, but his outrageous jealousy did not go well with her. The surgery was a success, Julia—though in a very critical condition—made it out of the OR alive with one head, the interns were giddy about the cool surgery they got to witness, and she, Derek, and Mark were left on the edge. Today in a nutshell….
She didn't even need t turn around to see who just walked into the locker room.
"You doubted me in the OR." Derek said gritting his teeth.
She looked up to him. "You're not angry with me because of that."
"You were flirting with him!"
Addison put her head in her hands. "I did not flirt with him! We were inside the OR for thirteen hours, did you just expect is to remain silent the whole time!" She stood up. "Seriously, Derek! I can't talk to him, while you can be 'friends' with Meredith, took her dog in, and eventually had sex with her! What is it with you!"
"You cheated on me first!"
"And you made it a mission to cheat on me to get your revenge! Thanks, Derek, how very considerate of you." She yelled sarcastically.
"You could've signed those papers and I would've gotten out of your life and you could've been with her, but no…. No, you just had to give me hope that I can make up for my mistake, that you would try to save us and forgive me one day, and that…that one day I would hear you say that you love me again…only to give me this! You screwing her and throwing Mark in my face again and again when you were pining over her all of these months!"
Their heads snapped toward the door when they noticed Mark had walked into the room.
"What are you doing here!" Derek stood in front of his shirtless wife, covering her from Mark's prying eyes. "Put your shirt on." He told her.
"For your information, this is the attending's locker room, not Derek Shepherd's locker room." Mark scoffed. "You jackass, you still don't have the slightest idea how much you've hurt her."
"Stay out of this, Mark!" She warned him as she put on her blouse.
"No, I've had enough of him being oblivious to what he's doing to you! You left her, Derek, and I'm not talking about Seattle."
"I don't need you to be an expert in my marriage!" Derek's voice rising.
"You don't even need an expert to see it, everybody, our friends and coworkers, they all saw it. You raked in those hours and you missed dinners, gatherings, parties…. Then you forgot birthdays, anniversaries, holidays…."
"That doesn't give you permission to sleep with my wife!"
"You didn't care about her! When you started to ignore her, I tried to tell you, our friends tried to tell you, she tried to tell you. You didn't even fight for her after you found out!"
Derek turned to look at Addison behind him. "He's right…." She admitted.
"Are you defending him!"
"I'm not defending him or myself, damnit Derek! You weren't there when I needed you, and before you throw it in my face again, I know that it's not an excuse. I made a mistake and I apologized! And unlike you, I didn't go around rubbing it in front of you like you did your intern in front of me and this whole hospital!"
By now, Addison was sure the entire hospital must had gotten an earful of their all out screaming match already, but there was nothing to be done to stop it. Nurse Debbie doesn't even have to go anywhere near the door to hear this….
"Why didn't you just leave her and spare her from more hurt if you never fully intend on forgiving her, Derek?"
"You don't have the right to tell me what to do with my life or my marriage!"
"I love her! I could love her and treat her better than you did!"
"Don't you dare!"
"Ask her!
"I don't love you, Mark! How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone!" She exclaimed.
"Don't lie, Addison, we had something!"
Derek turned to face her once again. "Were you happier when you were with him! Was he better in bed than me!"
"God damnit, this isn't about sex!" She threw her head back in exasperation.
"Tell me, Addison!" Derek clenched his jaw, his ego was on the line.
"I thought that I loved him, but I didn't, because even after all the things that have happened, my stupid heart still loves you! He's not you, Derek, he can't replace you." She looked at him, silently pleading for him to stop this fight.
Derek only smirked. "Are you saying I'm better?"
Mark rolled his eyes and Addison groaned in frustration.
"Jesus, Derek, you and your big ego!" Addison took out her skirt from the locker and took off her scrub pants, much to Derek's surprise.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!" He frantically tried to shield her from Mark.
"I'm changing!" She replied nonchalantly.
"Mark is right there!" He can hear Mark's snickering.
"So…" She shrugged. "It's not like he's never seen me before." She was fed up with Derek and the argument and she didn't care anymore.
"Addison!" Derek felt his head was on the verge exploding with this rage and jealousy.
"What!" Addison glared at him.
"Get out, Mark! Get out, now!" He walked towards Mark and pushed him to the door.
"I was rather enjoying the view…." Mark protested.
Derek shoved Mark out of the door before he could enjoy the view that is Addison's bare legs any longer.
"Why did you have to do that!" Derek asked her after he locked the door.
"Because I've had enough of your childish attitude!" She yelled back while putting her skirt on. "Your jealous rage is getting ridiculous!"
"You're my wife, I get to be jealous!"
"Why are you so intimidated by him!" She turned to face him.
"I'm not intimidated by him, I'm more of a man that Mark will ever be in everyway!" He was enraged.
"Then prove it!" She was fuming.
"Don't mind if I do!"
He lunged forward to grab her waist with his left hand while his right hand closed her locker and snaked behind her neck to pull her for a kiss. He was boiling with rage, but the sight of his equally furious wife, with her skirt only halfway zipped on the side and the top buttons of her blouse undone, was too sexy for him to just stand there and do nothing about it. Forget about the glares and the shouts, for now he was tonguing his wife and she didn't oblige, if anything, the sounds she was making proved her pleasure.
Derek was too busy kissing her neck and collarbone and trying to pull her closer that he forgot about the bench behind him. When Addison pushed him backward, in her quest to get his top off, he tripped and fell on the bench, pulling her down along with him.
"Stupid bench…." She mumbled as she straddled him.
"You pushed me…." He grumbled in her ear while his fingers fumbled with the remaining buttons of her blouse.
"Boo hoo…." She pulled off his top and he tossed her blouse on the floor.
He ravished the skin down her chest with kisses until her bra denied him further access to her cleavage, but with one swift motion he sent her bra to join their shirts on the floor. She gasped and moaned against his shoulder as his hands and mouth had their way with her breasts. Derek suddenly stood up and pushed her against the locker, his tongue finding its way to hers again.
He lifted her skirt up and tugged down her underwear a little roughly. Angry he still was and Addison knew it. She pushed forward and turned him back against the locker, pressing her body to his with one of her hands roaming his chest while the other was untying the drawstring of his scrub and slipping inside his pants. Derek couldn't focus on getting her underwear all the way down with what she was doing. He slide his fingers to rub where he knew would get her, giving her a taste of her own medicine.
They groaned against each other's skin and when the rest of their clothing were on the floor, Derek pushed her to the locker across, this time he made sure to kick the bench out of the way first, and hoisted Addison up against it before he thrust into her. Between their moaning and grunting and the banging of the lockers, they were pretty sure Seattle Grace was aware of their little escapade.
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Izzie sat on a chair in the clinic of the women shelter and tended to Karen's bruises. Fortunately, Karen didn't require stitches or anything more serious than a cleaning up and a Betadine antiseptic. The relatively medium sized women shelter offered many programs to help the abused women and children and a clinic to treat the injuries, but Izzie had learned upon arriving that the clinic was understaffed, which is why she found herself attending to Karen instead of the clinic's only two doctors who were both occupied with other patients.
"Where do you work?" Karen inquired, Connor was still asleep on her lap.
"I used to be an intern at Seattle Grace…."
"Oh, I heard about it on the news recently. You used to…?"
"I…I just quit the surgical program." She concentrated on Karen's wounds.
"Wow, you're a surgeon…."
"Were."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry into your life." Karen said apologetically.
Izzie sighed. "It's fine, it's just that it's a long story and it just happened and…it's hard to talk about it…."
"I know…. You feel like you need someone, and yet you can't bring yourself to talk about it." Karen touched her doctor's hands. "Thank you, for bringing us here. I can't imagine what could've happened if my husband found us first."
"You're welcome. I'm glad you're safe now." She smiled. "You're done, good luck to you and Connor."
Izzie was about to leave when a volunteer peeked through the door.
"Dr. Stevens, Dr. Kendrick was wondering if you could stay and help with a couple of patients? There are a woman and two children who need treatment."
Surgical intern or not, Izzie Stevens felt an obligation to honor the oath she took when she became a doctor. "Of course, you can send them in."
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A number of nurses and residents and attendings could be seen subtly hanging around the hallway of the locker room when Mark was thrown out of the room and the door behind him was slammed shut and locked. The staff threw glances at each other and went back to whatever work they were doing, which was conveniently located around the locker room where the Shepherd-Shepherd-Sloan screaming match had taken place. Nurse Debbie was indeed glad that she didn't have to go listen by the door to hear the commotion.
Mark remained outside the room for a brief moment expecting to hear more hissy fits, but what he heard instead had left him flustered. He looked around the hallway and from the expression on the staff members' faces, he was almost sure they heard the bangs and the grunts, too. Mark clenched his fists and glared at the lingering staffs before he left the area.
Mark had just turned the corner at the end of the hallway when he ran into Chief Webber and The Nazi.
"Dr. Sloan, congratulation on the great work." Richard patted him on the back.
"Thanks, but my job isn't done yet." He reminded the Chief of his second surgery.
"But it's almost done and a good one, nonetheless." Bailey remarked. "Have you seen the Shepherds, Dr. Sloan?" She asked.
"The press would like the team to say a few words, including you. If you would go down to the second floor nurse's station, the other doctors are already gathering there, we just need Addison and Derek." Richard told him.
"They're in the locker room." He said casually and made his way to the second floor.
The Chief and Bailey were within a few steps of the door and came to an abrupt stop when they heard the faint noises from inside the locker room.
"What was that…?" The Nazi glanced around the hallways, the staff members were hiding but she sure knew they were around.
"What the hell…?" The Chief took a couple of steps forward. "I'll be damned." He turned to Bailey awkwardly. "Hold of the press conference for another hour."
Bailey grimaced when she realized what was going on. "Nasty!" She yelled to the door.
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A satiated Derek let—an also satiated—Addison down to stand on her feet, she breathed heavily in the crook of his neck and moaned when he kissed a spot behind her ear.
"Point's proven." He gloated before gathering their clothes and tossing her hers.
"I'm still mad at you." She said while trying to smooth down her clothes and hair, her voice was still livid.
"Who said I'm not." He replied with the same intensity before they left the room.
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So, I know yall are like "What! She didn't finish the surgery scene!" Well, I did that for a reason, and I'll do something where yall find out what happened. I didn't have a lot of time to go back and edit the chapter as I usually do, so again I'm feeling rather 'eh'. This is for Kayli.
