The Scientist – Chapter XXIX

Derek walked out of the scrub and chucked the paper towel in the bin. It was a successful standstill operation. They had killed Joe and brought him back to life. Derek had clipped his enormous aneurism. And yet, walking out of the scrub room he could not hold back the rush of dread over his body. Addison had come back. Meredith ended it. He had asked for a divorce.

"Derek."

He heard a voice call out behind him. Derek walked faster down the hall.

"Derek stop, we need to talk."

Seeing the truth in the words Derek slowed down and sighed, glanced over at the on call room and walked in. Addison followed in and closed the door.

"You asked for a divorce."

Derek didn't answer.

"What, did something suddenly happen to make you ask for a divorce?"

"How bout adultery?"

"Derek – "

"No, how bout you sleeping with my best friend? That seem like a good enough reason?"

"Derek you just walked away after that. You didn't say anything about a divorce, you walked away. And now you want one. Why?"

Derek stopped for a second and ran his hand through his hair. "I just needed some time to think. And now I have. I want a divorce."

"Because of one mistake."

"It was more than that, you know it."

"Have you met someone?"

Derek suddenly stopped as the words shot out of Addison's mouth as she stood in front of him, looking at him curiously.

"No." The words jutted out of Derek's mouth after a moment of silence. "Why would you think – "

"It's just that I can't think of any other reason why you'd suddenly want a divorce other than you met someone."

Derek paused for a second in silence. "What if I have met someone?" He asked cautiously.

"That would mean you were basing your actions on a passing fling – "

"It is not a 'passing fling' – "

"Ah!" Addison raised her eyebrows in victory. "So it is a girl." She said in satisfaction. "Derek, may I remind you that we've been married for 11 years?"

"And yet you still slept with my best friend."

"That was a mistake Derek, and you know it. Eleven years Derek. Eleven. You can't just throw that aside because of some Seattle Fisherman's daughter you picked up."

Derek glared at Addison at the unintentional jibe at Meredith then quickly tore his gaze from her. Looking over at the bunk beds that took up most of the room Derek sighed. "Addison," He said seriously as he turned back to her. "Were you happy for the last two years?"

"You know I wasn't happy Derek, that's why I – "

Derek stopped her softly as he raised his hand. "We weren't happy Addison. Were just…nothing. And it wasn't just because of work, you know that. We couldn't have made it work. This is more than Mark and you know it. I want a divorce."

Addison studied Derek in silence then put her hands on her hips. "So this is it?"

"Yes."

"I came all the way out to Seattle for nothing."

"You told me you had a surgical case." Derek looked at her curiously.

"I did, but I didn't have to take it, did I?"

Derek smiled lightly as Addison sighed then looked around the room, turning round to the door. "You'll hear from our lawyer."

"Addison." Derek quickly called out as she put her hand on the door handle. She turned her head back.

"What?"

"I'm sorry." Derek said sincerely.

Addison looked sadly at Derek's eyes. "So am I." Turning back around Addison opened the door and walked out.

Derek was free.

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Izzie flicked through her new cookbook she bought that day. She had just officially broken up with her boyfriend, the "hockey player" as Christina had so aptly named him. She was supposed to be depressed and heartbroken, she was supposed to be baking. But for some reason, she was quite content to be sitting down at the counter of the kitchen, drinking coffee, flicking through the cooking book and thinking about the complex man that is Alex.

He was a total jerk. She couldn't like him. Seriously, he's Alex for god's sake.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. Putting down her coffee Izzie hopped off the chair and walked to the front door. The blind was down so Izzie couldn't see who it was so casually she trotted over to the door and opened it.

"Ah!" She said in shock as she opened the door to see Dr Shepherd standing anxiously under the patio.

"Dr Shepherd!" Izzie exclaimed again as she tried to get over her surprise. "What are you doing here…again?"

She looked over the anxious man that stood in front of her, his curly locks of hair pulled back as if it had been run through by his hands over and over again, the bags under his eyes sunken from fatigue.

"I ah," He looked up at Izzie. "I was wondering if Meredith was here."

Izzie looked at the man with sympathy. "I'm sorry Dr Shepherd, she's gone out."

"To Joe's?" Shepherd asked quickly.

"No, somewhere else. I don't know." She looked at him sadly.

"Ok…" He said slowly as he looked up to Meredith window where there was no light. "Ok. Can you tell her I was here? I've got to talk to her."

"Shall do Dr Shepherd." Izzie said kindly, trying to smile at the sunken man in front of her.

"Thanks." He mumbled as he walked down the pathway.

Izzie peered out of the door and watched him walk away through the darkness then quickly closed the door.

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"It was Shepherd."

Meredith lay on her bed in her room, eyes fixed at the window in front of her as she lay in darkness. She could hear the words of Izzie behind her as she stood at her door.

"I know." Meredith mumbled.

"He said he wanted to talk to you."

"I figured he would."

"I told him you were out."

"Thanks."

There was a silence as Meredith could feel Izzie staring at her.

"Well, good night." Izzie said awkwardly.

"Night." Meredith mumbled.

She could hear the soft footsteps of Izzie as she walked down the hall. Suddenly they stopped. "You know you're going to have to talk to him sometime!" She heard Izzie shout out.

"Avoider Izzie!" Meredith shouted out from her pillow. "I'm an avoider!"

"Yeah, whatever…" She heard Izzie mumbled as she opened the door to her bedroom and close it.

Meredith didn't want to hear what Derek had to say. Because Derek talking meant one thing: he was staying with his wife. Of course he would stay with her. Meredith didn't have a chance. Addison was like some freakishly beautiful goddess who just walked around and did stuff. And Meredith? Meredith was just…Meredith.

So she didn't have a chance. Derek was staying with Addison. They'd probably move back to New York and have three crazily beautiful children with great hair while Meredith would be in Seattle being an intern. She couldn't face that right now. She couldn't hear those words from Derek. Not now, not ever. And so she had come up with a brilliant and cunning plan: she wouldn't let Derek talk to her at all.

Absolutely foolproof.

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NB: HA! I doubt it. But let's see, will this cunning plan of Mer's work? But yeah, included Izzie's perspective here because I mean, I did Christina's, why not Izzie's? So this is my special edition chapter mark 2. You should feel very lucky.

And so Derek and Addison are get a divorce. For now. And I say that because they ain't going to be divorced till they both signed that piece of paper. And we all learned that the hard way from Greys. God I remember when Derek didn't sign. Christ I hated him. Oh, #tear#, so funny when I look back. Good times.

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