A/N : We're pissed. We're all pissed and yet we still can come up with squee. How much do you love us? lol .This is by Chelsea (DrMcQPS)!
As Derek drove up to the trailer, he contemplated the last few days' events. He thought about the Chief's confession and the amazing night that he'd made possible for his niece, who would never know the good stuff of life. He thought about Isobel Stevens, who did everything in her power to save the man she loved, only to lose him anyway. He thought of his wife, who'd laid everything she thought and felt on the table, to get nothing in return from him. He thought of Doc, who had symbolized so much for him and had met a tragic end. He thought of Meredith, the woman he couldn't help looking at. He'd broken her and taken her back into his arms, only to destroy who he thought he was and be left alone, with his vet, as she went to comfort her friend.
Derek took a deep breath before entering the trailer. He knew from the lights that Addison was still up and he feared being in her presence. He knew he'd never be able to look in her eyes. He knew he'd need to confess his sins.
But, when he opened the door, all thoughts were drained from his mind.
Addison slammed him up against the wall, kissing him roughly. Her hands were pushing off his jacket and pulling his shirt from his pants.
He tried to pull away, but the force of her body against his was too much to resist. Her mouth was devouring his neck, biting up and down. It was painful. But Derek had never known such a pleasure-filled pain.
She undid his belt as his hand groped every bit of her body. He lifted her dress to her waist as he hoisted her up and carried her into bed. Their sex had never been like this before. It was silent. But everything unsaid echoed in Derek's mind.
Moments after they separated, she rose from the bed. He was surprised; she usually laid there until they both fell asleep.
"What was that about," he inquired, softly.
She stopped moving and looked at the ground before meeting his gaze. Her eyes were empty, her face pale with no expression.
"Goodbye Derek," she whispered, "it was about goodbye."
It was then he noticed what she'd been moving towards. A suitcase by the door.
"Addison," he started, pleading with her.
"No Derek," her voice shook, but remained firm, "goodbye is all we have left. I saw how you looked at her as you danced with me. And I know all about your patient."
Her voice was tense and filled with rage.
"I'm done. You win. You don't have to be the bad guy and end it. You get to be the guy who..." she chuckled as she closed her eyes, "You get to be the guy who "tried" only to have his wife leave him anyway. You win. I'm gone."
He made a move off the bed towards her.
"Don't you dare! I'll let everyone else believe you're McDreamy, but I know better, Derek," her expression calmed, like a peace had overcome her, "and so will you."
She turned away from him and walked out.
He didn't move to stop her.
He just thought of his wife. Who had provoked more emotions in him over the course of 12 years then he'd ever known before. Good. Bad. And ugly.
And he knew he'd never feel any of them again..