Challenge 1: Close

Title: Black
Author: Phelipa
Summary: Post Prom, it's the close of something special.
Rating: PG 13
Spoilers: Losing my Religion
Word Count: 507 (Not including this little review thing)

She sat in the bar alone, watching them drink. They were laughing, she wasn't. It wasn't funny…not at all. She rubbed her eyes and downed the martini in one sip, beckoning Joe for another. She turned her attention back to them; Derek wasn't even there…where was he? Neither was Izzie, she wondered if they knew.

Meredith said something to Cristina that made her explode into laughter, and she was sure she'd heard the word 'Satan' in there some where.

Maybe they were laughing at Meredith's little trick, her little ploy to wrap her vine like fingers around Derek's heart and tear it away from her. Or maybe they were laughing because it had been Derek's idea, maybe he'd initiated the touching, the caressing…the betrayal. She almost hissed at the thought, heaven forbid her loyalhusband betray her like that.

She downed her second drink, mindlessly waving for another. Who cared if she got drunk? Certainly not Derek. She snorted despite her foul mood and watched as George and Alex file in. They looked upset…she couldn't figure out why the other two didn't, maybe they didn't care. It would suit them.

She rose and walked up to the bar, invoking silence all around her. So she wouldn't get drunk, she had better things to do. She left the glass on the bar in front of Joe before saying,

"Izzie needs you and all you can do is sit and laugh? Boy, is she ever lucky to have you."

The words came out more venomous than she'd intended, not that it bothered her in the least.

With that she turned and left, she didn't care if she hurt them. As a matter of fact she even hoped she'd hurt them.

She drove home in a deafening silence, back to the wretched trailer where she sat on the couch in the dark, waiting.

She waited for over three hours before she heard the gravel in the drive way crunch. She remained silent. He stumbled in, in a way that reminded her of the many times she'd returned home after Mark. Still, she didn't speak. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, turned and jumped about six feet in the air.

"Dammit Addison."

She didn't wait for him to compose himself, "You had sex with Meredith."

He didn't protest, in fact, after a few minutes of silence he nodded. She was so taken aback that it stunned her into surprised silence for a moment. When she'd recovered, she rose and stalked to the bedroom.

As Derek tried to protest she shed her prom dress, this wasn't a time for celebrating. She slipped into a slinky black number and pulled on her best black Prada heels. Black wasn't a color for celebrating, black was a color for mourning.

And as she walked out of the trailer with a small tote bag she decided black was right, she was in mourning. She was mourning the eternal close of her relationship with Derek Sheppard. And she was mourning it in Black.