(After lunch Patrick and Ellen were shooting scenes together all afternoon and into the evening. Derek had regretted he and Meredith's decision to take a break…so charming and flirty Dr. Shepherd was trying to convince Meredith to go to dinner with him…she was resisting…the scenes turned out perfectly…their chemistry amazing as usual. Patrick and Ellen always had fun shooting together. Working with him was a much needed break from the stress of having to work with Brock. They laughed and carried on…Patrick's hands always wandering out of view of the camera, trying to make her laugh during the scene. That night Patrick had a benefit to attend and Ellen had to work. She walked with him back to the trailer…she sat on the bed as he gathered his things and made small talk. She was quiet…knowing she had to shoot the on-call room scene with Brock tonight…wishing Patrick were going to be here…Patrick was oblivious to the worried look on his wife's face…)
Patrick: (pulling her to her feet…kissing her sweetly) I will see YOU at home, ok?
Ellen: Don't be gone too late…
Patrick: (he tilted his head…looking at her) Everything ok?
Ellen: What? Yeah…I'm fine. I'll see you later. (she hugged him…kissing his neck…forcing a smile as he shot her a big smile before rushing out the door.)
(she walked back to the set…down the hall she could hear laughing and carrying on so she went to see what was going on…she found the cast gathered around cheering as Brock and Justin were having an eating contest…they each had a large bowl of chocolate syrup and using only their mouths and fingers and they were racing to see who could finish first. They finished just as Ellen entered…everyone laughing at the two grown men whose faces were covered in chocolate. Justin planted a big messy kiss on Katie…Brock caught a glimpse of Ellen out of the corner of his eye…)
Brock: I'm ready for our make out scene now…(he started walking toward her, covered in goo…)
Ellen: No…(she backpedaled out of the room…he chased her down the hall as everyone else helped Justin clean up himself and the mess. Ellen screamed and squealed escaping into a small women's restroom…as she was slamming the door behind her and fumbling with the lock he pushed it open…an ornery laugh)
Ellen: (laughing at his chocolate covered face) Don't you dare!
Brock: (pulling her to him…she leaned her head back trying to avoid the mess) Don't what? (they were both laughing as she struggled to get free from his grasp…the harder she struggled the closer he pulled her…until finally their eyes met…their faces nearly touching…he could feel her heart pounding in her chest…or was that his…he was confused) Don't what? (he leaned closer…holding her tight with his free hand reaching toward her…she didn't know what was happening…her mind was racing…and then it happened…he smeared chocolate all across her face as she looked at him in shock…)
Ellen: NO…YOU DIDN'T!!! (She smacked him…both laughing as they cleaned up at the sink)
Brock: You know I've thought about you a lot the last few years. (she looked at him…not saying anything) I've missed you Ellie.
Ellen: (fidgeting uncomfortably) We…uh…we should get back. (They headed back to set to shoot their scene. She listened as he chatted casually with her while they were walking…it was nice…comfortable…maybe it wouldn't be so bad to work with him…maybe they could be friends. That was a fleeting thought…as they settled into the small space of the on-call room to shoot their scene…she became all too aware of why you can never be "just friends" with an ex…as the director put them in their places Brock was holding her close…he fought to focus on the words of the director…trying to ignore the familiar feelings that were rushing back as he touched her…looked at her…she was discreetly avoiding his gaze…her face expressionless…seeming to not be affected by the intimate scene… until she finally looked up. The crew was having an equipment problem and they were waiting to shoot and she finally looked up…he instantly recognized the look in her eye…the smile on her face…the way she used to look at him lovingly without having to say a word…it took his breath away the same way it used to…and then he realized… she wasn't looking at him…)
Ellen: (with a smile) What are you doing back? (Brock turned to see Patrick standing behind him…still in his tux from the benefit…the same look on his face as on Ellen's as she looked past Brock at the husband she adored)
Patrick: Those stuffy events are no fun without you.
Ellen: No one for you to feel up under the table.
Patrick: Exactly…now hurry up so I can get you home.
Director: Sorry to keep you waiting folks, but this is going to take a while…we're gonna reschedule this shoot for tomorrow. You can all go.
(Nearly before the director had finished his sentence Ellen was arm in arm with Patrick, headed off of the set…not giving Brock a second look, or a second thought. He headed back to empty trailer…catching a glimpse of Patrick chasing Ellen into their trailer…watching as the lights were turned out…trying not to think about what they were doing.)
(The next day they returned to work…Brock was met with a script revision…the hot make out scene replaced by his character trying to make a move on Meredith…but they are interrupted by a jealous Derek who in essence takes back what is his before any "action" can happen. And that was it…that was the extent of Brock's stint on the show…he packed up his things on his last day of shooting…he headed back to the set to say goodbye to the rest of the cast, secretly looking around for her…wanting to say goodbye. He finally found her…she and Patrick were napping on an empty hospital bed on the set…he watched them for a moment…entwined in each others arms…sleeping peacefully and he knew…knew that he had lost…he turned and walked away…walked back out of their lives as quickly as he had walked in.)
(Ellen felt a soft kiss…opened her eyes to find Patrick sitting on the edge of the bed…she could smell her favorite caramel cappacino in the cup he was holding.)
Patrick: The cab should be here in an hour…you better get moving…(he kissed her again and stood to finish packing, but felt her grab his hand and pull him back into bed.)
Ellen: I packed last night, and so did you…come back to bed.
Patrick: I have to shower…and so do you…
Ellen: We'll shower together…which leaves us 30 extra minutes…I think we can put that 30 minutes to good use… (he smiled as her mouth moved down his neck…her fingers pulling on the drawstring of his shorts. It was always hard to get her out of bed on their day off…but had a plane to catch…they were heading to New York to promote the season premier of the show which aired this Thursday. Luckily Shonda had given them both the weekend off so they could make appearances together. He knew his wife was always running late, so he should put his foot down and insist they start getting ready to leave…but as she freed him from the confines of his shorts…her fingers sliding over him…he suddenly lost his train of thought…laying back on the pillows…his eyes closed…her fingers continued to work…bringing a smile to his face…just when he nearly couldn't take it, she slid on top of him…taking all of him inside her.)
Patrick: Mmmm…we should uh…probably go…(his eyes still closed…his voice nearly a whisper)
Ellen: Do you want me to stop? (she grinned…already knowing the answer as he opened his eyes…pulling her mouth down to his…she began to rock gently on top of him. He let her be in control for a while, but never able to get enough she squealed as he flipped her over onto her back and took over…his mouth moving over her body as he forced himself further inside her. His finger sliding over her…making sure that she was satisfied…he watched her face change…her eyes closed…her body shaking softly beneath him. When she finished and looked up at him with a smile he allowed himself to finish as well. With a final quick kiss…still out of breath he drug her toward the shower. Kissing her…his hands wandering as she shampooed her hair.)
Patrick: Whose bright idea for us to shower together when we don't have time to mess around?
Ellen: (playfully slapping his hand away) We JUST did it…now lather, rinse, repeat before we miss our flight!
Patrick: Yeah, but you're all wet and naked…
Ellen: and LATE…very late…(she finished and jumped out to get dressed…leaving him pouting in the shower.)
(Hollering to his wife up the stairs)
Patrick: Cab's here…we have to go!!!
(She came rushing down the stairs…jeans, a simple white t-shirt, her hair in a ponytail, oversized sunglasses on top of her head. She literally had 10 minutes to get ready…and she still looked good…she always looked good…he pulled her to him for a quick kiss before following her out to the waiting cab.)
Patrick: I told Dan we'd be in town…he wanted to know if we were free for dinner tonight? (Ellen hated Patrick's friend Dan…he was married, but didn't act like it…always disrespectful to women, and hitting on Ellen every time Patrick turned his back.)
Ellen: I don't know...I thought we could stay in tonight?
Patrick: Just a quick dinner with him and Angie and then we'll make an early evening of it…I promise.
Ellen: (reluctantly) Ok.
(Patrick was on the couch in their suite…watching TV…waiting for his wife to get ready to go to dinner with his friends. He did a double take as she walked out of the bedroom in a fitting black cocktail dress…he forgot all about the program he'd been watching following her back into the bedroom as she was searching for her black heels.)
Patrick: How am I supposed to keep my hands off of you during dinner if you're wearing THAT?
Ellen: You're not…(she giggled as he pulled her into his arms…looking down at the wife he adored…a smile on his face as he pulled her face to his…kissing her sweetly…at least it always started out that way. She had ulterior motives…hoping that they could be late for dinner, or cancel on Patrick's obnoxious friend altogether…as the kiss intensified she sat on the bed…looking up at him with that innocent face, which he had learned long ago wasn't all that innocent…with a smirk she laid back on the bed, pulling him down on top of her.)
Patrick: You are soooo bad.
Ellen: (kissing his neck) mmm huh.
Patrick: We're going to be late.
Ellen: (unbuttoning his shirt…her mouth moving over his bare chest as her fingers worked on his belt) mmm huh.
(She was successful with the belt buckle…sliding down his pant and his boxers…taking him into her hands)
Ellen: Would you rather go to dinner and listen to Dan insult women all night…(her fingers tightened around him…he sighed as her fingers began to slide over him)…or stay here…in bed…with me?
Patrick: That's easy…(he flipped her over onto her back…she grinned at him, sure that she had won) if we're quick…we can do both. (he slid her dress up…finding her panties…as he began to slide them down she pushed him away…sliding out of the bed and making her way to the door. She stopped at the bedroom door to look at him)
Ellen: BOTH was not one of the options…if I have to suffer through dinner…then so do you. I'll give you a few minutes to…um…get yourself together…Meet me downstairs in the bar. (she grabbed her coat and handbag and hurried out…giggling at the disappointed look on his face.)
(He composed himself…straightened his clothing and headed down to the bar. She couldn't have been there more than 15 minutes before him and already there was a nice looking man hitting on her…trying to buy her a drink. The man was sitting to Ellen's left, so Patrick stood behind the barstool to her right)
Patrick: Is this seat taken?
Ellen: (smirking at him, and playing along) I guess not. (he shot her a charming smile and sat down.)
Patrick: Can I buy you a drink?
Ellen: Sure…but you should know…I'm married.
Patrick: (smirking) That's ok…so am I. (the other man stared…a little shocked)
Ellen: Do you think your wife would mind you buying me a drink?
Patrick: No…not at all.
Ellen: (moving closer to him) Do you think she would mind if I kissed you? (the other man's eyes nearly bulged out of his head at Ellen's suggestive comment...Patrick nodded his approval as Ellen slid off of her stool…standing between his legs she began to kiss him…softly at first…the other man watching as Patrick's hands slid down to rest on her bottom…pulling her closer.)
Patrick: (whispering loudly enough so that the other man could overhear) Do you think your husband would mind if you came back to my room? (she giggled…shaking her head no…he dropped a $50 on the bar for their drinks…took her hand…and both hurried out of the bar…laughing hysterically at the look on the man's face.)
Ellen: I hope he didn't recognize you…that little charade could sell an awful lot of tabloids. (they were still laughing as they jumped into the car…heading to meet their friends for dinner.)