Author's Note : I know that some of you who have reviewed did not like the idea of the Addison/Meredith pairing. But I have gotten a majority of reviews asking me to continue with the story, so I am going to do just that. My apologises to those who did not like the idea of this fic.
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Addison turned a corner into the room and cleared her throat, trying to shove the incident that just happened to the back of her mind. She wanted to concentrate on the case she has on hand at the moment. "Alright, Dr. Stevens. What do we have here?" she asked, pulling out the chart hanging at the end of the bed as her eyes scanned through the information on it.
"Uhmm, Mrs. Henderson, female, 32... ..." the intern's voice droned on. Addison already knew what was going on with the patient, but this was a protocol for interns, for them to present the patient, make sure they know what they're doing, putting theories into practice. Her mind wandered off, bringing her back the incident where she sat on the gurney thinking about her marriage. Her marriage, with her husband. She has a husband. Then it was with Meredith walking in on her, and how it turned into the both of them having an actual, decent conversation, and how it ended up with both of them kissing each other. Kissing each other.
"Dr. Montgomery Shepherd?" Izzie called out. Addison snapped out of her thoughts and looked up. "Uhmm, treatment?" she asked, flipping over to the next piece of paper on the chart in pretendance of looking through it. Izzie started off again, then Addison nodded. "Alright," she said, handing over the chart to the intern. "Get it done, and page me if anything goes wrong."
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Meredith watched on as the redhead rushed out of the dimmed corridor of gurneys and out of her sight. She slumbed back against the wall behind her, her fingers touching her lips subconsciously. I kissed her... she thought, almost like in a dreamy state. What is wrong with me? I kissed my ex-boyfriend's wife! Then, the loud beeping of her pager snapped her out of the state, causing her to jerk up from her position. "911, Amanda Rowlands." she mumbled to herself and leaped off the gurney.
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"Hey!" Derek called out, catching a glimpse of his wife as he looked up briefly from his chart. Addison winced at the voice. Normally, her heart would have fluttered with joy when her husband, who had been ignoring her, calls out to her instead of the other way round. She continued walking, pretending not to hear him. Her mind was still filled with the confusion from what had happened before, and she definitely didn't need to see Derek, or anything that reminded her of Meredith at the moment.
Derek pinned the pen to the breast pocket of his scrubs and handed the chart conveniently to one of the nurses as he passed the station, then jogged up towards his wife. "Addie!" he called out again. This time, Addison stopped, forcing a smile when she turn around to face him. "Hey!" she greeted, then turned away from him again and started walking, like she was on her way to check on a patient. Derek jogged up, falling into pace beside her. He studied her face for a moment and frowned. "What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly concerned. Addison turned to him with a reassuring smile. "Nothing." she lied. "What's up?" Then Derek stood in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. "I was thinking we could have lunch together today. There's something I need to talk to you about." he said. Addison raised an eyebrow at him, now interested in what they could possibly talk about. "Ok." she nodded, agreeing to the idea.
"Ok, then. I'll see you at the cafeteria at one." he instructed, then leaned forward and gave her a peek on her cheek.
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The 911 situation was a force alarm. Meredith sighed wearily as she headed out of the room, slotting the patient's chart back into the pile filed neatly by the nurses' station. Then she heard a familiar voice. Two familiar voices, in fact. She turned to the source and froze. It was Derek and Addison, standing in the middle of the hallway, conversing. Derek had a smile on his face, so did Addison. I wonder what they are talking about. Is she going to tell him? she wondered. Then Derek leaned forward with a kiss on Addison's cheeks. As he walked off, Addison paced around on the spot for a moment and tuck her hair behind her ears. Meredith leaned against the counter, suddenly finding herself mesmerised by the other woman's beauty.
Addison turned around, looking up briefly and their eyes locked again. But it was just for a brief moment before the two turned away from each other, awkward. Randomly, Meredith grabbed a file out from the pile and opened it, head lowered down as she pretended to read it. It was only until she hear the clicking sound of her heels fade away that she look up again.
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Addison sat at her usual table with a book, a plate of salad and a small bottle of mineral water. She reached out, taking a sip of water from the straw in her bottle while her eyes were focused on the contents of the book. "Hey!" Derek greeted, settling down next to her with a plate of pasta. "Hey..." she said, without looking up from the book. She could feel Derek frowning as he stared down at her lunch. Addison wedged a bookmark between the book and looked up, opening the packet of salad dressing.
"Don't start your 'I can't believe you're eating that' speech, Derek." she said flatly, emptying the thousand island salad dressing onto the top of the green leaves. "And yes, it fils my stomach. You men never will get it." she shook her head. Derek only laughed, poking his fork into the pasta on his plate and took a large mouthful of it.
"So," Addison started. "What is this important thing that you wanted to talk about?" she asked, tossing her salad with the plastic fork. Derek looked up, taking a swig from the can of coke.
"I never said it was important. It was just a thing that I wanted to discuss with you about, which I'm already sure that you will agree to." he said, a sly smile stretching across his face.
"Hey!" a familiar voice from behind shouted cheerfully. Addison felt her muscles stiffened. The sound of a tray landing gently onto the table behind her then put her at ease. It was Meredith, and the greeting was thankfully, not directed to her, or to Derek. However, her attention wasn't on her husband anymore, she was eavesdropping on the conversation behind her, and she couldn't help it.
"You never believe what I did today!" It was Cristina's voice.
"I got a case on this dude with a fractured finger? It was sooo cool." George showed off.
"Well guess what I got? A false alarm 911 of Amanda Rowlands." Meredith grumbled.
Her voice... Addison thought, suddenly getting attracted to what she had thought of as whiny before.
"Addie?" Derek called out, waving a hand in front of his wife's face as she stared into space. "Huh?" she blurted out, suddenly aware that Derek was sitting right next to her.
"Are you alright?" he asked, digging into his pasta again, but his eyes that were on his wife shone with concern. Addison poke at her salad again, pushing the pile of greens and chicken shreds into her mouth. "Uhmm..yea." she lied. "I was just thinking..about a patient." she covered up. "What were you saying?"
"I was saying that we should build a house, on our land." he repeated, taking another sip from the coke can, his eyes on her. Addison now look up to her husband, surprised. "Wow." she managed. "I mean, that's great! Totally!" she exclaimed, genuinely happy. He's really trying. she thought happily.
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"Penny for your thoughts?" Izzie's voice pierced through the quiet ambience in the house. Meredith looked up blankly at her, the cup of coffee still in her hands. "Oh? No, well..it's nothing." she said, taking a sip of the brown liquid.
"Ookay then." Izzie said, clearly unconvinced. She placed the cup back onto the rack and dried her hands. "Well, I'm hitting the sacks. 'Night Meredith." she said, starting out of the kitchen. Meredith nodded in response. "'Night, Izzie."
But she had lied. What Meredith had been thinking about wasn't nothing at all. In fact, it was something that had been bugging her the whole day. She kissed Addison. Addison Forbes Montgomery Shepherd. The woman who walked into the hospital one day and just ruin everything in her life. Took her McDreamy, took her McDog, and is living her McLife. The woman that she wanted so much to hate but could not bring herself to. The woman that admitted to a patient that she was the one that cheated on her husband, the woman that is so annoyingly nice and kind to everyone she knows, the woman who didn't even hold a grudge against Meredith herself. The woman that she kissed today. Why? she asked herself. Why did I kiss her when she suggested that we should help Derek make a choice about us? she thought, taking another gulp of the now luke warm coffee. Suddenly she wished she's holding a cup of warm milk in her hands right now. Caffine and Addison are going to keep her awake longer than she wants to. And why did she kiss me back? she wondered. But unfortunately, the answers to those questions can never be found. At least, not tonight.
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Addison slided under the sheets of their bed as her husband took ran a hand through his wavy hair and settled down next to her. She plopped down comfortably onto the large pillow under her head. "So, I was thinking," Derek started, pulling the side of the sheets up and sliding under them. "I'll call up a contractor tomorrow afternoon, have him bring the designs down in the evening, then we can pick the house we want." he said, propping an elbow on the pillow as he look down at his wife. "How does that sound?" Addison flipped on her side with a smile. "Sounds perfect." she grinned, hoping that Derek would lean forward and at least give her a peek on the lips, ora goodnight kiss in any way. But instead, hejust smiledinreturn, thenlay himself downin bed and turn his back against her. With a sigh, she turned away.
"'Night, Derek." she whispered as he tugged at the night lamp, putting the room into darkness. But there was no response. Then, the question came back, bugging her again. Why did I kiss Meredith back, why? And it repeated itself in her mind over and over again until she drifted off to sleep.
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Author's Note : I am going to take this slow, have them recognise their feelings for each other etc. I hope you guys like it!
- Jessica