The Break Up Series
Life after the breakup. An Addison character study.Summary: "I don't want to be my mother, not really. Not in that way."
Pairing: None (maybe, maybe Addison/Meredith subtext)
Confront
"Is this some kind of confrontation?" Addison asked, after opening her hotel door to find Meredith standing there – with flowers. "Or has someone died?"
"No, no," Meredith's eyes darted past the door into the room. "No confrontation, no one dead."
"No Mark in my room either." Addison said, purposely moving to stand in the doorway, effectively blocking the room.
"I wasn't – Sorry." Meredith blew some hair out of her face and thrust the flowers at Addison; a tulip fell from the bunch. "Damn," Meredith swore, blending to pick it up.
Addison held the bunch of flowers with one hand and with the other rubbed at her forehead.
"My mother used to give my father flowers, whenever things were tense between them, before things got really tense, er, he liked flowers, you see and well," Meredith gave a dry chuckle. "Well, I guess it was actually about her taking the stereotypical men's role. She liked doing that, showing she was better than any old woman and… I ramble. I'm sorry."
Addison sighed, "Grey-"
"- No." Meredith interrupted, "I'm sorry."
"Oh," Addison swallowed. "I'm not going to invite you in, and I'm only in a dressing gown and I'm getting cold and mostly, other reasons aside, I'd simply like you to go."
Meredith clasped and unclasped her hands, "I understand."
Addison laughed, "No, you really don't."
Meredith took a step back before pausing. "I don't want to be my mother, not really. Not in that way."
Addison looked at the flowers in her hand, "Are you really sure about that Grey?"
Meredith turned and left, she didn't look back.
If there is a slight slashy feel to this it was intentional, if there isn't well then don't worry. But, you know, this series is strange. Who knows where it will go. Also, I cannot stand writing Meredith, I think she's very difficult to write so I hope I did her justice.