Derek walked down the street, not bothering to turn back. Subconsciously, he reached the airport. He stood in front of it for a moment before heading in. He needed to get his mind off the image that he saw. But in his mind, it kept playing over and over again, like a spoilt video. Earlier that day, he had just received a phone call from Richard Webber, his attending when he was an intern. Richard had invited him over to Seattle Grace Hospital, hearing the news of Derek being the best Neuro-surgeon in the country. He had planned to talk to Addison about it, bring her along, at least, try to convince her. But right now, his mind was a blank. He looked up at the neon yellow letters of the black board for a moment before heading to the counter. "Next plane to Seattle." he said.
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"You need to leave." Addison said, refusing to look at Mark. He nodded understandingly, dressed up and left. Thoughts were running through her mind from the moment Derek walked in on them. She did not go after him. What can she say? That she's sorry for sleeping with Mark? There is no excuse. He is Derek's best friend, they should have known better. She should have known better than to accept his offer and invite him over for a friendly company. She should have known, somehow. She don't know how, but somehow. Addison slided furthur into the bedsheet and clutched it tightly against her chest. Reaching out, she pulled Derek's pillow to her in a tight hug. That night, she cried herself to sleep.
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Why? Why did she do this to me? Why he thought, his head resting on the cool window pane of the plane as it flew across the darkened night sky. He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breathe. And with Mark. he thought, feeling anger building up in him. Drawing another deep breathe, Derek tried to calm himself down.
Hours later, he reached Seattle. He signed into a hotel room and started flipping magazines, keeping his mind off the awful experience. Not long after, he drifted off to sleep.
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It was morning again. Addison woke up with a start. She felt the sun beating down on her as she lifted the pillow off her face. Her hair was in a mess, she wasn't dress. She stared at the pillow in her hands and leaned back down with a sigh. Burying her face in it, she drew in a deep breathe, enjoying the scent of her husband's. Her husband who left her last night when he walked in on her making out with his best friend. Addison could cry all over again, but it wasn't her character. She is strong, she is independent. And no matter what happens, she will go on with life. I'll find a way to explain to him. she thought. But at the moment, she wasn't in the mood for work. Reaching out about to call in sick, her pager beeped. With a groan, she snatched it off the bedstand. "Great." she muttered. "An emergency when I'm not in the best mood."
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The sun beat down on his face, seeping through the window of his hotel room. Derek woke up, rubbing his eyes as he stretched to the side, expecting to find a body lying next to him, just the way it is every morning for the past 11 years. But instead of feeling the prescence of his wife, he felt the phone by the bedside table. "Ohh.." he groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. It sunk into him again, the image replayed itself--his wife sleeping with his best friend. Forcing himself to wake up, he freshened up and headed downstairs to the lobby for breakfast. He had one more day before he needs to sign in for work. Yesterday, it was if he needed to sign in for work. He has yet to decide, he was going to leave the decision mainly on Addison. But today, he has already arrived in Seattle.
After breakfast, he put on his coat and took a walk by the park. Seattle was different, very different from New York, or Boston. Which is good, keeps his mind away from memories he had with Addison. Perhaps here he can start a new, although he is from New York, genetically programmed to hate everywhere else except for Mahattan.