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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 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.