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10 December 2006 @ 06:35 pm
Emerald City Bar  
The bell above the door rang as Addison quickly entered, trying to get out of the rain. She quickly scanned the bar for the one person she came there for.

She wasn't even sure why she was doing this. Well, she did know. She was doing this for Derek, but really, she shouldn't be. Right? Addison wasn't his wife anymore (at least she wouldn't be his wife anymore a couple days from now when they go to meet with the lawyer). She didn't have any claim to him. She didn't have any responsibility towards him, and yet here she was.

Addison loved him still and she would go through hell and back for him (she kind of already had). She hoped that deep down somewhere, he was still her Derek and that they could possibly work their way to being friends again. When their marriage fell apart, Addison had lost her best friend and her husband. Now, she only wanted to be able to hold onto one of them.

Her eyes finally fell on Derek who was sitting at the counter, nursing another glass of alcohol. She frowned as she went over to his side. "Derek?" she said softly, feeling all the eyes from people who work at the hospital on them. Derek just had to pick the one bar everyone from the hospital went to.
dr_shep on December 12th, 2006 07:59 pm (UTC)
Derek's gut reaction to her question was to tell her that he needed her, and it definitely threw him off guard. He did not need Addison. They'd ended up here (near divorced) because they no longer needed each other. And he knew he'd lost all claim to needing her sometime before.

He didn't tell her any of this. The coffee had cleared his mind at least that much, and he knew he had no right to tell her that. He had no right to be feeling that. He shrugged it off as a knee-jerk reaction; he'd been needing Addison for a third of his life.

Lifting the cup to his lips to at least give him a little bit more time to formulate a response, Derek finished the last of his coffee and then looked at her.

"Stay. I'm sure I'll need something. And... it's late; you don't need to drive at this time of night."

Was he seriously inventing excuses for Addison to stay? Apparently he was, but he couldn't even begin to explain why.
xaddis0nx on December 12th, 2006 11:25 pm (UTC)
Addison looked at him cautiously, unable figure out what his intentions where or why he kept telling her to stay. Sober or not, Derek was supposed to hate Addison (at least, he had been) even though they were even now. Had he really taken what she said earlier to heart? Was there some underlying reason as to why he didn't want her to go?

Her mind was running in circles; trying to figure out what was really going on, how much she needed to avoid it, and why was it happening. Derek was being really confusing, which she should have foreseen since he was drunk, but this was really not the hateful Derek that she'd gotten used to.

Derek was the one to go in full circles over and over again. One day, she was the love of his life, and the next, she was lesser than his job. At one point, he was going to sign the papers immediately, and then he wanted to try. Derek asked her to prom, and went on to cheat on her in an exam room. He hated her one minute, bringing up her tryst with Mark, and now he was asking her to stay.

Addison was tired of the emotional rollercoaster that she found herself on because of Derek. Up and down, up and down was all they ever did. But she couldn't say 'no.' She couldn't refuse him because he was Derek and she'd always feel this bit of hope that his smile meant something, that his look meant something, that he actually meant, for once, what he was saying. Maybe she was stupid and maybe she was naive, but she was a woman deeply in love.

"Okay," Addison said quietly, looking down at the floor. She told herself she wouldn't let her go through it again, and yet here she was.
dr_shep on December 13th, 2006 01:01 am (UTC)
She was staying. Derek was definitely more excited at that prospect than he would have thought. Addie was staying here, with him, and it wasn't that he wanted them back together. No, even in his slightly inebriated state he wasn't sure he wanted that, but he needed to know that he hadn't ruined everything. That he hadn't disappointed Addison so much that she was completely cutting him from her life.

He gave her an appreciative smile, but he knew she didn't see it because her eyes were fixed on the floor. He wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to be doing, now. He glanced up at the pot of coffee, wishing he could replicate how much better it had made him feel, but he also knew he needed to sleep and metabolize the alcohol (caffeine wasn't particularly conducive to that).

He stood slowly, attempting to move under his own power for the first time. It was harder than anticipated, and he had to lean against the counter to hold himself up.

"Thank you... for staying." He said softly, tossing the empty styrofoam cup into the trash and missing by a long shot.