Previously on Tear Your Love Apart: Derek exploded pink mist style.
And this is for Cessy. I hope you like it, it almost cost me my marriages.
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Addison looked up to see the chief standing in front of her, arms crossed, glaring.
Addison looked around. She was not usually the recipient of his disapproving looks. This time she it seems she was.
"What?" she asked nervously.
Richard spotted Derek down the hall. "Shepherd!" he growled
Now Addison was really confused. They had barely spoken to each other in the last few weeks, as Derek attempted to rebuild and fix things with Meredith. There was nothing that the chief could be mad at both of them for.
Richard thrust a piece of paper at Addison, "Does the name Sarah Duncan mean anything to you."
Except that.
"Shit," Derek hissed through clenched teeth.
"No kidding," Addison responded scanning the paper.
"Yes," Richard agreed, "They faxed me your travel arrangements since neither of you could be bothered to buy a fax machine," he explained.
"I'm sorry Richard," Addison apologized, "I completely forgot. We agreed to do this almost a year ago."
"Could we cancel?" Derek wondered out loud.
"We are suppose to speak tomorrow night," Addison groaned.
Richard shook his head and turned away, "Your plane leaves in 4 hours."
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"Just..." Addison closed her eyes and focused on her phone call, "Truman's bottles are in the bottom drawer of the fridge, just warm them up in the bottle warmer which in in the cupboard by the coffee maker." Addison opened her eyes to see Derek watching her with an amused look on his face, "And if Astrid tries to stop you just show her the bottle, otherwise she won't let you near him. Astrid's food is in the the cupboard by her cage. And neither of them will eat if Mark is in the room so make sure he leaves." Addison took a deep breath and scanned the airport lounge, "I think thetas it. And thanks, Astrid attacks Mark when he goes near either of them. If there are problems call Adele or the vet"
Addison snapped shut her phone, paused, and then immediately reopened it.
"Mark?" she confirmed when the other line was picked up, "Do not burn down my house." she paused, "Am I laughing? Don't even go in the kitchen. I mean it Mark. If my house catches on fire because you were showing off." She rolled her eyes, "I really don't care about your plan Mark. I care about my brand-new kitchen. " Addison looked over to see Derek blatantly glaring at her, "And don't go near my lovebird or my McDreamy, I have someone else coming in to feed them." She grinned, "It's a surprise , and your going to love me."
Addison snapped closed her phone after saying her goodbyes and uttering a few more threats.
Derek collapsed in a nearby chair, refusing to take his eyes from the board announcing arrivals and departures. He scowled.
Addison rolled her eyes and sat down across from him, "Just get over yourself."
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Hey baby, let's go to Vegas
Kiss the single life good-bye
Hey baby, let's go to Vegas
Bet on love and let it ride
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Addison glanced around the hotel bar. It was nice. Very red. But nice.
It was also very loud.
But thetas Las Vegas.
Very loud, and very red.
Addison crossed her legs and ordered another drink.
Derek slid up close beside her.
"She's here," he whispered.
"Who?" Addison asked, mostly pretending he wasn't there. "Oh, she she?" Addison smirked but didn't look at him, "She has been waiting years for this." She finally turned to him, "Good luck."
"Addison please," he pleaded, then quickly turned, "She just walked in." he murmured.
Addison began to swivel in her chair, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"Don't look at her!"
"Oh God Derek," Addison started fishing through her purse, "I feel like I am in high school," she muttered as she held up her compact and slowly moved it until he spotted Poppy Cunningham.
Poppy Cunningham who at 5 '2" was barely balancing on her 3 inch heels Poppy Cunningham who had put on 10 pounds since the last conference and was not holding it well. Poppy Cunningham who would be considered attractive if she could lighten up on the eyeliner and learn to apply blusher.
Addison dropped her hands to her lap, then brought them back to look again. Addison stifled a laugh, "Oh God, she cannot pull off being a redhead
"Addison you have got to help me."
"How?"
"I don't know. But I will owe you for the rest of my life," he emphasized.
"You already owe me for the rest of your life."
"Then I'll owe you for my next three lives. Addy please." he begged.
Addison glanced down at the bar at the other doctors who where openly eyeing her. The smart, talented, rich, overweight doctors.
Addison sighed, "If you get into to trouble, I'll bail you out. Now go away. I'm trying to have a drink."
Addison finished off her drink as Derek skirted around the room. She smiled weakly at a colleague who was sweating profusely and clearly working up the courage to talk to her.
Addison sighed, switched her rings back to her left hand and crossed the room to where Poppy Cunningham had cornered her ex-husband.
She walked up to them and put her hand possessively on Derek's arm. not acknowledging Poppy's presence, "Honey, I left my purse in the room, do you have the platinum card?"
Derek smiled at her gratefully and wrapped an arm around her waist, "Addison, sweetheart, you remember Poppy?"
Addison smiled at her for the first time, "Of course," Addison slipped seamlessly into her manhattan persona, "Is that the Dior pantsuit? I have that in navy." She turned to Derek, "You know which one I mean? Remember you ripped the shoulder seam that time?" She turned back to Poppy, and tilted her head thoughtfully, "You look...nice."
Poppy cleared her throat, "I'm sorry. I didn't realize that you two where still together."
Addison gave a well modulated laugh, "Poppy you should know better then to listen to gossip," she chastised lightly, "I stayed behind in New York to take care of loose ends and everyone assumed the worse."
"You have separate rooms."
Addison glanced at Derek, then grinned slyly, "We were trying to be be considerate. Derek can be ...vigorous. This way we don't have any neighbors to disturb."
Poppy's face turned the same unflattering shade of red as her hair.
Derek cleared his throat awkwardly, "It was nice seeing you Poppy," he said leading Addison away, "That was mean."
"That was effective," Addison moved to move her rings back.
"Don't," Derek grabbed her hand, "She's still watching."
"Seriously," Addison looked around in annoyance.
"Come on," Derek took her hand and led her towards the bar, "We might as well make the best of this."
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"How is she still here?" Addison groaned her body starting to feel heavy from the alcohol
"She is trying to wait us out," Derek sighed, emptying another glass.
"What more does she want? I have been rubbing your thigh and stroking you arm for like 2 hours. Anymore and someone's going to tell us to get a room."
"We have rooms."
"I know, and I want to go back to mine."
Derek looked over and made eye contact with Addison. She smiled at him, her eyes slightly blurred, and sighed.
They were doing their best. Every other colleague they had talked to that night unquestioningly believed that the Shepherds were still together. How could they not be. Their chairs where pushed so close together that Addison legs were tangled with Derek's under the table, and for the last hour her arm had been draped over the back of his chair so she could run her fingers through his hair whenever Poppy Cunningham looked their way.
Not to be outdone, Derek rested his arm possessively across her crossed legs. Addison was popular at these conferences. She always attracted attention, and he did not need someone approaching them and catching her eye. And he was sure that Poppy had sent more then a few men over to do just that.
The irony of the situation was that they were so comfortable together, and with their current positions, that it was making them uncomfortable.
"Your tired," Derek stated as Addison leaned against the table.
Addison nodded.
Derek leaned back and took the hand that Addison's chin was resting on and pulling her to her feet, "Let's go and see if she follows."
Addison nodded again and slipped her arm around his waist, more to keep herself upright then anything.
Derek kissed her temple firmly as they passed by Poppy Cunninghams table, pretending of course not to notice her. He pulled her closer to him as they stood in the elevator, Poppy crossing the lobby towards them. Addison obediently rested her head against his shoulder. The alcohol made it feel twenty pounds and she found it difficult to lift when the elevator doors closed.
"Thanks Addy," Derek breathed with relief.
"No problem," Addison squinted, the elevator was brighter then the bar.
Derek winced and rubbed his head, "We have to come up with a speech by 3 o'clock tomorrow. Hung over."
Addison groaned as she stepped off the elevator, "This is your fault." she stated, her steps unsteady.
Derek didn't deny it.
Addison stopped as they neared there rooms, Derek turned to look at her and without warning Addison leaned forward and kissed him.
His hands went instantly to her hips, then circled around her waist.
Her hand went firmly to the back of his neck as he pulled her closer.
She pulled back a moment later, tugging slightly on his lower lip.
"Did she follow us?" He questioned quietly.
"No," Addison whispered, kissing him again.
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This is why it takes so freaken long for the story to go anywhere. I hear a song and think, 'Hey, that would be a good chapter". I mean, they are in VEGAS. Is this really necessary. No, it's really not.
But Poppy Cunningham is like... awesome. It's a catch phrase now. For someone who no matter how hard they try and how much money they have will always look cheap. EX: "The new news anchor with the 3 inch acrylic nails, is such a Poppy Cunningham." Learn it. Love it. Spread it to the masses.
Oh and here is a little something that you may not have noticed. ADDISON JUST KISSED DEREK. Now I was rather surprised by this. I was kinda under the impression that Addison wasn't interested in revisiting the apparent hell that was her relationship with Derek. Derek has been the loopy indecisive one. Addison was calling the shots. But now she is kissing him for no reason other then...i dunno, she is drunk and bored. Which I think all know often means you end up in a strangers room at 5 am looking for your underwear and stealing cab money.
Next time on Tear Your Love Apart : The next day.
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I don't know why I am doing this "next time" thing, other then it is forcing me to come up with something for the next chapter. And I really don't know why I am doing the "previously" thing 85 of the time I don't even remember.
Review, I think we are at or really close to 300, and that is amazing, and I kinda what to see how fast we can get to 400. PLUS I am a review whore.