Seattle Grace Hospital
Front Parking Lot,
Late Afternoon
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Walking away from Mark, Addison was relieved not to hear him following her. She really meant what she had said. She was done with Mark Sloane and it would be best for him and everyone involved if he'd just go back to New York and let them all move on with their lives. Or what's left of it. She tried to silence the ugly voice nagging in her head but didn't succeed. It really isn't his fault everything's ruined anyway. No, it wasn't. It was mostly hers. Hers and Derek's. Probably to equal parts. But except for the sad consolation that they at least had ruined their marriage together, as a team, it didn't matter at all now. She had cheated, he had cheated, he had cheated again and so had she. Only at some point you couldn't really call it cheating anymore. But since it all didn't matter anymore…
Reaching her car she unlocked the door, threw her stuff in and slumped down into the driver's seat. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she closed her eyes. She was so tired. Maybe she would skip food and bath and just go straight to bed. Or maybe have a little drink before that, just to help her with the sleeping and shut up her guilty conscience and all the regrets for a while.
She had just turned the key in the ignition when the passenger door was being opened and before she could say anything Mark was seated next to her.
"Out!"
"Why don't we talk about what this is really about, Addy?" Mark ignored her.
"Get out of my car, Mark, I mean it!"
"I'm not going anywhere until we talk this out," he insisted stubbornly.
"I'm going to leave this parking now, with or without you," she stated, expecting him to fold since he was still in his lab coat and thus probably still on duty.
"Great," he smirked instead, settling back into the seat. "Your place or mine?"
"Mine, and you're not coming in!" Backing out of her spot she turned the car towards the exit. She had beat him at poker before, if he wanted to bluff she was going to call. "The forecast said it's going to rain all night."
"You know me, I have no problem with getting a little wet or dirty."
"Last chance. I'm going."
"You know how challenges turn me on."
"I'm going," she raised her voice, trying not to pay attention to his remarks.
"Fine."
"Fine." No poker then.
Her face contorted in anger she pulled out of the parking and into traffic. She would drive straight home, lock her car – whether or not he got out in time – and get into her apartment. Then she would lock the door from the inside and he could wait outside all night or walk back to the hospital for all she cared. And it sure was a long walk…