Remember When I Moved in You?
The alarm went off at 6:30 and he rolled over to turn it off. Derek was, for the first time since he had taken Addison back, alone in his trailer. He let out a sigh as he climbed out of bed. The tuxedo had been tossed on the floor last night without much thought. He had been too exhausted to think much about putting it away. The pants were in a pile on the floor and the jacket was crumpled on the counter. Grabbing the jacket he saw something black and lacey in one of the pockets. It only took him a split-second to remember what it was.
"Have you seen my panties?"
"What?"
"My black panties."
After she had hurried off to be with Izzie he had scoured the room afraid that someone else might find them and figure out what had happened. Finding them in the corner of the room he had shoved the panties into his jacket pocket, with a plan to slip them to her in the lobby.
Looking at them now brought memories of the evening back. He could feel her skin and smell her hair. For those few moments he had been happy, happy in a way he hadn't been since he'd left her. He needed a cold shower now.
Addison Shep- Addison Montgomery she told herself now- hadn't slept well last night. After driving off in anger from her husband- no her ex-husband's trailer- she realized she hadn't brought any clothes and she was too humiliated to go back and get them while he was still there. So she ducked into a drug store and bought a cheesy "I love Seattle" x-large t-shirt and an extra pair of underwear. After that she found a room in a hotel neaby.
She sat on the bed that night for almost an hour with her cellphone in her hand. Part of her wanted to call him- she needed to hear his voice. The other part of her knew that he would take it the wrong way. He would want to fly out to Seattle immediately and sweep her off her feet, and as much as she cared for him, she wasn't ready to be romanced again- at least not just yet. If she called him now it would be more out of revenge and anger than any real desire to see him, and she wanted to see him.
She had fallen in love with Mark. Maybe because the teenage band-geek inside still craved attention and when Derek had thrown himself in work and they had become less like married people and more like two strangers occupying the same place, the attention Mark had lavished on her made her feel like a woman again. She hadn't meant for it to become physical either, but feelings got mixed up and one night after a long day at work she had gone to his apartment and things just happened, and continued happening for a month before Derek had caught them.
At first she hadn't even felt guilty, just angry. He deserved it she argued to herself. That's what he gets for ignoring me! But the months had passed and even Mark's presence couldn't make her forget that she had broken her vows and hurt someone she used love very deeply. So when the Chief called her for a consult she packed up her bags, buried her pride, and decided to try and make amends.
But what had she gotten for her trouble? A husband who punished her with apathy and openly mooned after an intern- even after he had "chosen" her. Well no more! Meredith could have him. She was done fighting for something that had died a long time ago.
The next morning as she pulled into the park in front of the trailer she checked to see that he had already gone in and she could grab her things. Not seeing his car or any lights on inside, she grabbed her keys, took a deep breath and opened the door.
The bed was unmade and there were a pair of pants on the floor and his tuxedo jacket was hanging on the door to the closet. She noticed something peeking out of the pocket, something black and lacey, panties, and these particular panties were most definitely not hers. She felt a rage build up in her that she hadn't felt before.
That sanctimonious S.O.B.!
He had punished her for her infidelity and then went off and had an affair of his own. Of course she could see it in his eyes last night, but somehow having the confirmation right before her made her even angrier. She put the panties in the pocket of her coat, and grabbing a bag emptied as much of her things as she could.
