a/n: aww... you guys made the little button's day!! he says thank you. anyways here's a new chapter... well, after the disclaimer, of course.
disclaimer: don't sue. i don't have any claims on the show.
She was back in her room by the time Addison showed up. She tried to look as innocent as possible, "Hello, how are you?" she asked.
"I'm not going." She wasn't going to yell at her for yelling at Karev? Holli had thought she had screwed up, and in her house that translated to, to put it nicely, fighting.
"What?"
"I'm not going. I am going to stay here. I'm going to buy myself a house as soon as you're out of here. I want your opinion, preferably before I buy the house."
"Tomorrow."
"What?"
"I'm out of here tomorrow, if I can get someone to sign my discharge papers, that is."
"I totally forgot about those! Do you want me to call your mom?"
"No, I'll do it. Hopefully I can get her over here before tomorrow. Now, more about this house shopping. When did this turn around occur? Not that I'm not totally thankful for it of course."
"I don't know. I guess I was thinking about what you said about letting him win and I just realized that I kind of like it here. I mean, I'm not so keen on working with my ex-husband and my ex-affair, but I like the hospital, I like the patients, I almost like most of the interns, and I genuinely love being where I can see you regularly."
"Aw shucks," Holli joked, even though she was starting to blush.
"Well, that, and I'm too competitive and I don't want him to win."
"Oh sure, just ruin the moment," Holli commented dryly.
"Sorry, but it's the truth," Addison shrugged.
"Whatever gets you to stay, my dear. So when is this house shopping going to happen?"
"Saturday?"
"Perfect."
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It was a long phone call, one that involved a lot of yelling, but Holli managed to get her mother to agree to fly out on a red-eye flight to get her out of this hospital. While she was so glad to be leaving, she knew that her mother would, in all likelihood, be some form of drunk when she got to the west coast, and that was not something to look forward to. But getting out was getting out, and then she could finally move on with her life. (Sounds like she went through a bad breakup or something, doesn't it? FYI, she didn't, I just couldn't think of any other way to say it)
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Everyone knew from the moment she stepped into the hospital that Marcie Carpenter had arrived. For one thing, she was probably the only woman in the hospital who could give Addison a run for her money in the looks competition. Tall, with curly black hair, and ice blue eyes, she looked like an older, tipsy version of Holli. That was the second thing everyone noticed, the fact that she probably wasn't in the most sober state, judging by the level of her voice, which was completely inappropriate for a hospital. "Where the hell is my daughter?" she practically yelled to no one in particular. When she didn't get an answer she tapped her Prada-clad foot, "Well? I'm waiting!"
At that moment Addison walked up. "Marcie, hi!" she chirped.
It took a moment for Marcie to realize that the person speaking to her was her ex-best friend. "You've become one of those chirpy people we used to hate, haven't you? My God, you've been spending way too much time around Holli, she's always been one of those."
"I happen to like her."
"Well, of course you would, you've become like her. Can I just sign the stupid forms and get her out of this hellhole?"
"Seattle Grace is not a hellhole," Addison was starting to remember exactly why she hadn't felt that bad about moving away from this woman. "It's one of the best in the country."
"The forms?" Marcie asked impatiently, not deigning to reply to Addison's remark.
"Here," she dropped a clipboard with the forms unceremoniously into her arms, "Sign them. I'll go get Holli." She said, and walked away, up to Holli's room.
"I'm starting to get why you're not on such great terms with your mom," she remarked as she walked into the room, where Holli was getting all her things together.
"Oh God, she's drunk, isn't she?" When Addison held up her thumb and pointer finger to indicate 'just a little' she muttered, looking a little scared, "Shit."
"What?"
"What, what?"
"You look scared. Why is that?"
"It's-" she was cut off by her mother striding into the room.
"You're out, Holli. Let's go," she gripped Holli by the arm and dragged her out, without a glance at Addison. Holli, however, struggled to turn around and shot Addison an apologetic look.
"See you Saturday?" she called.
"Definitely. I'll pick you up."
"Great," And that was all she got out before her mother dragged her away.
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It was Saturday and Addison was waiting in front of Holli's school (remember? She goes to boarding school), for Holli to come. She scanned the students milling about, enjoying their day off. She finally spotted Holli walking towards her car, dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans, her head bowed. Addison noticed there was something different about her hair, but she couldn't place just what. Only when Holli got closer, did she notice that her raven black hair was parted drastically to the side, completely covering her left eye. "Can you even see with your hair covering your eye like that?" she asked when Holli got into the car.
"Uh, yeah…" Holli replied, guiltily, Addison thought.
"It's quite a change," she remarked.
"Yeah," Holli wasn't her usual self this morning, nowhere near as, well in a word, sparkly as usual.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, you have got to stop 'yeah'-ing me. What is up with you today? Your hair is different, and you're acting different."
"I am not."
"Yes, you are. Why are you wearing your hair like that?"
"I needed a change."
"You are so lying to me. You love your hair, and I know you love your eyes. There is no way you'd wear your hair like that without a reason," Addison knew she was distracting Holli with her speech, and that Holli wasn't expecting a sneak attack, so before Holli could react, she leaned over and swiped the hair covering her eye away. And then she gasped.
Her eye was completely surrounded by a black bruise and it was swollen, almost to the point that it was shut. "Oh. My. God."
"There you go. There's your reason," Holli said, returning her hair to the way it was when she got into the car.
"What the hell happened?"
"One of my friends is a pitcher on the school baseball team. We were playing catch, he didn't aim and threw the ball really hard, and it hit me. It's not a big deal. I've just got a nasty black eye. Can we change the subject?"
Addison had a feeling that Holli was lying, but she wasn't about to push it, so she reluctantly agreed.
The conversation moved onto happier things as they drove, and by the time they reached the first house Holli was acting more like herself. As they walked up the walkway of a two bedroom, three baths, two-story house, she asked the question that was burning in her mind, "So… what's up with you and Hot Intern Guy?"
Addison's faced darkened. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
"Why not?" Holli pushed.
"I'm not his girlfriend, remember? And anyways, I'm over it."
"You are so not. Addi, you do realize it's okay to talk about things, right?"
"Yeah, I do. But you won't talk about why you have a black eye, so I'm not talking about the love of my- damn it!"
"Oh my God! You love him! You just said so!"
"No! No! I don't!" Addison quickly backpedaled.
"You said so yourself! Well, now we have to do something about him!"
"Holli, no. Leave it alone. He doesn't want me."
"But he does! He's just a moron and he got scared of there actually being a chance of settling down with you, that's all! All you have to do is-"
"I am not making the first move! I did the first time, and look at how well that turned out. No, if there is going to be anything, he has to do the work this time."
"I'll talk to-"
"You will not talk to him. You will have no contact with him. Got it?"
"If you would let me finish a goddamn sentence then you would know that I was going to say Ava. That way he'll hear it from her. It's less intimidating that way."
"Holli, no," Addison sighed, exasperated.
"I just want you happy, Addi."
"I know, but one thing at a time. First on the list, and probably the least intimidating subject so far, houses…."
stay tuned to find out why holli has that black eye... and reviews would be luverly!
oh, by the way, we're nearing the end of this fanfic. i've got the entire thing planned out and i know just how i'm going to write it too... the question is do you want a sequel? cuz i'll write one if i get positive responses, but i'm not going to without any feedback on whether or not you want one.
