Avoiding your soulmate is hard. I get up at four to avoid Iz and head to the hospital to bury myself in my work. I work robotically doing sutures, splints, and whatever else I'm needed for until I'm paged elsewhere. I take my break around noon, grabbing my fifth cup of coffee since I came in and then going back to the Pit when I'm suddenly pulled into an office, Dr. Montgomery's office to be precise. I'm shoved up against the wall by an angry redhead who glares at me fiercely, her arms folded under her chest.
"What the hell is your problem? I mean, Callie wanted to give up on you after the first five lunches you skipped but no, I wanted you there so she kept trying. So what the hell?" Dr. Montgomery fumes, her blue eyes alight with anger and a bit of hurt.
"Then you should've let her, not like I matter much anyway." I spit back, running a hand through my hair with a frustrated sigh.
"That's not what friends do, Hadrien!" She shouts, slapping my shoulder lightly. I take my chance with her close and swap our positions, pressing her against the door with my body and holding her hands above her head with one of my own.
"We can't be friends." I mutter, hoping she gets my hint as I peer deeply into her eyes, part of me loving the flush on her chest and the way her breathing quickens. I look to my left, anywhere but at her, and see my mother this time. Been forever since I've talked with her.
"Harry, my sweet boy, do not ruin this. She's your soulmate, just apologize." She urges, disappearing soon after as always. I take a slow breath and let go of Dr. Montgomery with a muttered curse.
"I'm sorry, do you think all three of us can talk here later?" I ask softly, not daring to meet her eyes for fear of seeing what lies in those icy blue pools.
"My shift ends at noon, so does Callie's. We were going to go get a drink but it seems Joe is at your place, so we'll drink here. Don't be late, Hadrien." She murmurs, slipping out of the door before I even have the chance to thank her. I take a deep breath to calm myself down before going back to the Pit to take the cases that no one wants, anything to keep my mind off what I just did.
Noon comes all to quickly, I stop by the coffee cart for the others as well as myselfbefore walking down to Dr. Montgomery's office, my mind screaming at me to run the other way. I knock on the door with my free hand and as soon as it's open there's an angry Latina in my arms, making me almost thankful that Joshua made me do all those stupid balance exercises with him. Calliope pulls me back into Dr. Montgomery's office and shoves me into an armchair after she takes the coffee.
"Thanks for the caffeine, but I'm still pissed at you." Calliope mumbles, glaring at me from her position beside the redhead who won't look at me. Great.
"I wanted to apologize, I have been avoiding you guys," I admit soft, ignoring Calliope's snort, "I didn't want to snap on you guys, as I've been stressed about work, and I'm being asked to come home, but that's not an excuse, so I'm sorry."
"You know, a friend will listen when you need talk, you ass," Callie mutters, turning to Dr. Montgomery with a raised brow, "So do we forgive him?" I glance up from the section of carpet I was staring at and into her eyes, hoping she can see how I feel
"Yeah, we forgive him," She grumbles, reachinging over to swat my shoulder, "But if you ever do this again, we will kill you." I smile slightly as I feel my headache start to lessen, all the pieces coming together. Why I've fainted, why I'm sick, in constant pain. It's because I was ignoring my other half. I listen as they talk about their patients, not really contributing as mine definitely aren't as good as theirs.
"Hey, I gotta get going, I'm supposed to be meeting my family at the airport in twenty minutes." Callie states, shooting a look at Dr. Montgomery as she walks out.
"So, um, I assume you want to get back to the misfits." Dr. Montgomery hums, looking at me with a tilt of her head and a slight smile.
"Not really, I've been hiding in my room mostly. I don't want them asking what's wrong, when I can't tell them." I reply, running a hand through my hair slowly.
"Why can't you tell them?" I chuckle and shake my head slowly, moving over to sit beside her on the couch.
"They wouldn't understand." I state, rubbing my face tiredly, still feeling exhausted after everything. Maybe I shouldn't work three shifts in a row, sounds unhealthy.
"Can I ask a question?"
"You can ask, I may not answer." I admit, leaning back against the couch with a sigh.
"What would they not understand?" Man, she's going for those hard questions.
"My past mostly, Mer knows me from my intern days but she doesn't know anything before that." I answer vaguely, hoping she doesn't want me to expand on it.
"Then tell them to politely leave you alone, or impolitely." She offers, sipping her drink slowly, my eyes catching the red imprint of her lips atop the white lid.
"I'd rather just ignore them, kind of like my problems." I retort, not noticing how bad that sounds until it leaves my mouth.
"Since you don't want to go home, and I have two friends here, why don't we do something?" She offers, smiling at me before starting to ramble, "Or we could just go home and I'll see you tomorrow, I mean, we don't have to do anything."
"What do you have in mind?" I question with a smirk, leaning forward with my elbows on my knees.
"Go to my hotel room and watch movies?" Dr. Montgomery suggests, the way she's biting her lip more distracting than anything.
"Why, are you trying to get me in your bed, Doctor?" I tease, leaning over to bump shoulders with the redhead, laughing as she blushes as red as he hair.
"Of course not, Dr. Black, that'd be highly inappropriate." She retorts, mirth shining through the earlier embarrassment.
"Well then, let's go." I help her off the catch with little effort and follow her out of her office, stopping by the lounge to grab my bag. We step out into the cool night air over to a ruby red Ferrari, something that doesn't surprise me. The drive to her hotel is filled with stolen glances when I think she's not looking and a comfortable silence.
When we actually get to the hotel it's as lavish as I expect Dr. Montgomery would like, not that I expected anything less for an heiress that is. I sit precariously on the edge of her bed as she orders room service, hoping she chooses alcohol as I believe that I'll need it tonight.
"Food will be up soon, you like cheeseburgers?" I glance up to see her pulling off her coat, my mouth going dry as smooth, pale skin is revealed to my eyes. Shaking my head when I see her smirk, I smile up at her, one of the more real ones.
"I like burgers, didn't take you for a fan of them though." I joke, making a jab at her rich upbringing.
"I like them better than rabbit food, but at least I eat." I roll my eyes at the obvious dig at my fainting spell a while back.
"Touche." I acquiesce, holding up my hands in surrender as I see her slip into the bathroom with a smile of her own. I send Mer a quick text to tell her I may be home late, no reply as she's probably pissed at me, and look up when I hear the door creak open. There in all her beauty is my soulmate wearing sweatpants and a Columbia hoodie, all makeup wiped away but it doesn't matter. She's still beautiful to me.
"I know, don't say anything, I know I look better with makeup." She mutters, not meeting my eyes as she flops onto her bed and pulls the sheets up.
"I think you look lovely, Dr. Montgomery, makeup or not." I murmur, fiddling with the strings of my leather jacket as I feel my cheeks heating up.
"Thank you, Hadrien, I appreciate that. By the way, you can call me Addison, you know." She states, patting the spot next to her and laughing softly as I awkwardly kick off my dress shoes before sliding into the bed beside her. I will myself to calm down and just sit with her as she puts on some movie I've never seen, my eyes more occupied with staring at her whenever she isn't looking.
I practically jump up when someone knocks on the door, Dr. -No, Addison laughing at me as she gets up to open the door. She returns with a cart that she puts at her side before handing me one of the trays and plopping back down in her spot. As we eat she asks me about my intern years, whether they were as eventful as Mer's or not, which is a definite 'no' as I didn't sleep with my Attending.
"So, what about before college? I know you're not from here by your accent but I don't know exactly when you came to the States." Addison inquires, looking up at me through lashes as she finishes her sandwich.
"I came here when I was 18, as in Scotland the legal age was 17 so I waited a year before moving." I start, leaning over her to grab a flute of champagne from the cart, "Before that I went to an exclusive boarding school in Scotland, probably the best thing that ever happened."
"You actually liked your boarding school?" Addison deadpans, the disbelief in her voice evident.
"Yeah, because eleven years prior my parents were murdered and I was left on my aunt's doorstep. They didn't like me very much as I was different from them, so going to a school far away where I only had to see them during the summer was a blessing to me." I explain slowly keeping my eyes on the TV as I tap the inside of my wrist, a grounding technique a MediWitch taught me years ago. I tap out the rhythm to my favorite songs as Addison sits silently beside me, probably trying to process what I've told her.
"What was your school like?" I chuckle, not knowing how to explain it without breaking the Statute, and fix her with my famous crooked smirk.
"I think it's my turn, isn't that how it is with your game, uh, Twenty Questions?" I raise a brow, laughing as she rolls her eyes with the most exaggeration I've ever seen.
"Fine, ask me the stupid question." She pouts, crossing her arms over her chest petulantly, almost reminding me of a small child.
"Favorite place you've ever been?" I ask, not having anything else that wouldn't reveal my hand on the top of my head. I watch as a small smile spreads across her face and she leans over to punch my shoulder lightly.
"So far, Seattle. There was nothing left for me in New York, but here, I met you and Callie. I've never had many friends, so finding two in one day was kind of a feat for me." She admits softly, a light blush on her cheeks as she does so.
"Oh c'mon, the gorgeous Addison Montgomery, not having many friends?" I tease, moving my hair from my eyes as her blush darkens so it's clearly visible even in the dim light of her hotel room.
"Yes, most people only saw a connection to my family, and once I made a name for myself they only wanted the fame that came with being my friend." I won't lie, that sounds a lot like my childhood.
"I can relate." I state simply, leaving it there for her to say something else if she'd like but not having to if she doesn't want to. I stay for two more movies and find out things I never would've known had I kept ignoring them. Her favorite color is obviously red, she loves pineapple and ham pizza, she hates oranges, and that's not all. I end up getting up to leave around midnight, not truly wanting to, but knowing that if I stayed I wouldn't be able to keep my hands to myself.
"Thank you for a wonderful Thanksgiving, Addison, I had a wonderful time. I'll see you tomorrow." I murmur, smiling at her as I slip my shoes back on and head out the door, inhaling deeply as I escape the scent that's purely Addison.
I decide to just apparate to my room once I find an alleyway and end up right in front of Mer. She glares at me as I shrug off my jacket, grumbling softly as I pull her into a tight hug that I know she hates oh-so-much.
"I am sorry, I'm sorry for shutting you out." I whisper gently, letting her go after a second, only for her to start punching my chest with her tiny fists.
"You scared the hell out of me! I thought you were going into an episode and I would have to call Hermione again!" She yells, making me glad I had wards up around the room.
"I know, and I'm so sorry, Mer. I didn't know how bad it was til Callie hit me earlier. I didn't mean to drop again, it just happened. I guess finding my soulmate is married, Cris's miscarriage, and the thing with Shepherd all just kind of made me regress." I mumble by way of an explanation, hoping she doesn't make me elaborate on it.
"Where have you been, Hadrien? You missed Thanksgiving dinner, you left me alone with them!" Mer exclaims, swatting my shoulder angrily, finally remembering the fact I've been gone all day.
"I was with Addison, neither of us had any plans so we went to her hotel room." I defend, running a hand through my hair with a deep sigh.
'You had sex with her?! She isn't even fully divorced yet!" Mer shouts, hitting me again but on the opposite shoulder. I move back and hold up my hands to defend myself, unsure of why she keeps hitting me.
"I didn't say that, nothing happened but me apologizing to her!" I shout back, grabbing her hands as she goes for another hit.
"Fine, but you will tell me when it happens." She demands, mock glaring at me as she walks out. I roll my eyes as I finish undressing and flop back onto my bed, thinking about Addison as I close my eyes for the first time in about 28 hours.