HER HEART
Maddison fic, a few years after Addison leaves Seattle Grace. She and Mark are at the same conference in Paris when a cruel coincidence brings them together. Can they fall back into place beside each other or is the past too much to overcome?
Disclaimer: I don't own Greys, Shonda owns it all, damn her.
SPOILER WARNING - spoilers for season three, but not big ones!
Addison stepped out of the conference room. She had barely taken in a word that the lecturer had said. All she could think about was the fact that for four years she had never felt the way she had when she opened the door and saw Mark. And when he called her Addie it made her heart pump faster. And she hated herself for it.
In the hotel room, she shut herself in her bedroom and made herself up. She was planning on going down to the bar to get something to eat and then something to drink. Then she would come up and go to bed, ignoring him. That way they wouldn't even have to talk. She pulled her hair up and tied it on the back of her head. Then she pulled on the little black dress she had brought for the first evening. She couldn't think of anything worse than letting Mark see her in it, but she had no choice. She had to walk through his room; there was no way out of that.
She opened the door and walked straight through, promising herself that she wouldn't even look at Mark. But Mark wasn't there. She couldn't deny that her heart sunk a little as she realised he had left without even telling her he was going. She was still angry at him, not really for the whole sleeping with someone else thing, but for not fighting for her. He had just stood back and let her drift away, just like Derek had. But there was a difference. Derek she had fallen out of love with. Mark, she couldn't.
She locked the door and clutched her little leather handbag tightly to her as she got in the lift. She could feel her Gucci heels rubbing her feet already, but Addison prided herself on always looking nice – that was one thing she would never let lapse. She wasn't like Meredith Grey in that she could come in to work looking run down, depressed and hung-over and still catch the eyes of all the heterosexual males in the building. She had to make herself look perfect. And she did.
