Author's Note: Well, time for the drama.
I love Derek and I love Mer/Der but I'm thinking of turning this into a Mer/Mark. I'll have to keep writing and see where it goes.
Anyway, here's jealous! McDreamy and the beginning of the fallout from the elevator.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE. MY MOM HAS THE DVDS.
He had requested her immediately after the intercom cut off Yang's frantic swearing.
She couldn't be serious! Mark was a philandering, betraying, morally bankrupt tool!
And you're just like him, Mr. Coming Up for Fresh Air. She offered you everything and you bolted like a coward. You deserve everything you get.
Ignoring the little voice of reason in his mind, Derek Shepherd focused on the rage.
The rage was better than the guilt. How could she do this? She knew exactly what Mark had done and now she was inviting him into her home? He didn't want to think about where else she invited him.
He had noticed the changes in Meredith. At first, she drank and screwed random men but lately, she had been colder. It was like all the warmth was slowly draining out of her. She had dyed her hair a dull gold and her eyes were distant and glazed.
Her behaviour with her co-workers was changing too.
She was more aggressive and a bitter wit had asserted itself.
Attendings and residents were wooing her for their departments because her surgery performance had improved dramatically. To have her working with them would be a great asset.
She'd be working with Mark, he realized. She would be working with him and living with him. Would she have sex with him? Would she let Mark find that little spot on her neck that made her moan? Would she let Mark taste her sweetness and beg him to finish her? Would she scream for him?
"You requested me, Dr. Shepherd?"
She stayed a good two feet out of his reach and refused to call him Derek.
She was professional with him and cordial.
Still, when she thought he wasn't looking, he could see the pain he had caused.
It gave him no comfort.
"Yes, I did. Unless you're too busy gawking at Dr. McSteamy to work." he zinged icily.
To his surprise, she smiled with sadistic glee.
"Jealous? That's surprising. I was under the impression that you didn't give a damn about me, what with the whole abandoning me for the wife you don't want thing. How is she, by the way? Has she gone back to hell yet?"
"You have no right..."
"I have every right! I will work with you and I will tolerate you but I do not have to explain myself to you! If I decide to fuck Mark, it's none of your business!"
"I am your superior! You can't speak to me like that!"
"If I didn't care about that when I was seeing you naked, what makes you think I care, now?! Karma's a bitch, isn't it?! You leave me and I shack up with your worst enemy! It's funny how things work out! Now, since I'm stuck with you, I might as well do my job! Give me the chart!"
"Dr. Grey..."
"Give me the damn chart!"
With a deep sigh,he handed it over and she took it from him, heading down the corridor quickly.
See what you just did? You're pushing her even further away. She's completely right, you know. If she gets tangled up with Mark, you can't do a goddamn thing.
Addison walked into the hospital lobby and he suppressed the urge to retch.
He had stayed at the hospital overnight, unable to even look at her, much less share a bed with her.
She stopped in front of him, choking out the light scent of lavender Meredith had left in her wake.
She looked frightened and nervous, a far cry from the usual Addison.
Mark must've said something to her.
"Look, I know you're mad. I understand but we...we need to talk. We're Derek and Addison. We don't quit."
The look he gave her could've melted steel.
His mind went back to that rainy night, remembering Mark's desperate thrusting into her.
She looked like she was going to be sick.
Good. She deserves it.
"Haven't I heard those words before?"
She bowed her head and he left, answering a 911 page to the pit.
If he couldn't fix the shambles of his personal life, then at least he had his career to fall back on.
It was better than nothing.