TAKE ME HOME

What if Addison walked away instead of sleeping with Mark? What if she was the one that moved to Seattle? What if?

I am back with another story! Don't worry. I am not abandoning my other stories. I am still currently writing them. I just got this idea and thought that I should write it.

Anyway, I am not really sure where I want this story to go. It could be Addek, Maddison, Addex ? Maybe? For sure there will be some MerDer there somewhere, but I don't know. I just wanted to see if I can write this.

"Don't go." His tone was low. He was pleading. Probably a first for him.

"I have to." The red head replied as she loaded the last of her boxes into the black Jeep. He had promised store her things in his apartment and assured her that he will ship all of her things to Los Angeles as soon as she got an apartment. However, that didn't mean that he had to like it.

"I'm still flying in the morning Mark. There's nothing you can say to make me stay." Addison rolled her eyes at her husband's best friend. He could be such a child sometimes. Derek once joked that when they did start trying to have kids, they would already have all the practice they would need. Mark was already a practice baby, but they will never know. There will never be little Montgomery-Shepherds running around. Their marriage was over. All Addison had to do now was go on.

Suddenly, rain started pouring down. You can see the usual busy Manhattan streets clear up. However, neither surgeons had bothered moving. They stood there watching each other. Both afraid to blink. Afraid that maybe the other would just disappear, but they were on borrowed time. They knew that once the rain was over, so are they.

"Red, come on." Mark 's voice suddenly turning serious. "You can't leave." The tension in the air was thick. Their eyes lingered. "Addison, please don't leave." Mark took a step closer to the red head. She didn't move. He tucked a piece of her now soaking wet hair behind her ear. His touch was gentle. He traced the outline of her cheek till he had reached her jaw. Both of them knew that they were crossing a line. "Stay Addie. Stay for"

He wanted to say so much.

your family.

your patients.

your friends.

me.

But he knew it would be hopeless. Mark finally stepped away. He could no longer look at her. Afraid that maybe if he did, he wouldn't be able to control himself. Addison knew that he wanted her, and maybe a part of her wanted him. Neither of them, however, had said anything about it before. They both knew that if they started, they wouldn't be able to stop. They were Mark and Addison, and for some reason Mark and Addison was just as strong of a force as Addison and Derek. Just in different ways.

But if he did ask her to stay for him, would she?

Probably not.

Both of them knew it. Maybe that's why he had never said it out loud. Maybe that's why she never acted on her feelings.

Mark and Addison had the makings of a great love affair.

Erotic

Passionate

Liberating.

But they'd also be selfish, vengeful and bitter.

If they wanted to make it work, they would have to stop being Mark and Addison. To be Mark and Addison, they would lose the parts that made them.

But if he did ask her to try, would she?

Probably not. She was still in love with Derek.

Derek Christopher Shepherd.

I, Addison Adrienne Forbes Montgomery, take thee, Derek Christopher Shepherd, to be my wedded husband.

"What about Derek?" Mark asked gently. Almost hoping that for once she could pick him, but how can she pick him if he had never even told her he loved her.

"We both know that he doesn't..." The red head paused. Love me. "Care anymore."

"That's not true." It was instinct. Mark had always done his best to protect his friend. This was no exemption. He will always be on Derek's corner, even when he's wrong. He'd pick his brother every time.

"I've tried everything Mark."

Everything.

Talking.

Sex.

Fighting.

Therapy.

Separation.

"There's nothing left for me to do. All I have to do now is accept that my marriage is over." Her voice was soft. The complete opposite to her usual tone. She was vulnerable. Broken. Makes you wonder how the once unbreakable Addison and Derek got to this point.

"Did you even tell him?" Mark asked.

She sighed. "He never gave me the time of day, but I left a note in his office upstairs. He'll find it eventually."

"Addison" He sounded disappointed. Honestly, so was she.

"Don't." She warned. "Don't you dare give me a lecture."

He looked at everything but her. Both of them stood in silence. There was nothing left for them to say. All of them had changed.

Addison and Derek were no longer Addison and Derek.

Mark and Addison were now Mark and Addison.

Mark and Derek were no longer brothers.

Suddenly, the rain made more sense. The grey sky had matched the way they felt. Gloomy. No one wanted it to end, but it did. They had all met over their first summer in Columbia. That was a bright and sunny morning.

Addison Montgomery, I met her in the summer

She was cutting up a very dead body.

And in her eyes, I saw my life.

I knew that she would be my wife

And she would breathe the life back into me

For everyday until eternity.

The tears were visible on her face. The warm tears perfectly matched the raindrops landing on her pink cheeks. She threw her arms around him. He did the same. Their hug felt like a lifetime.

Don't go.

I need to leave.

Be careful.

Take care of Derek.

I hope you'll be happy.

I hope you will be too.

But neither of them spoke. They had let the silence speak for themselves. They both knew what they wanted to say.

Finally, the rain started to calm down. The sky was beginning to clear up. Times up.

"I'm still flying in the morning Mark. There's nothing you can say to make me stay."

"California won't know what hit them." Mark finally broke the silence. Addison laughed. "Bye Red." He had kissed her cheek and wiped away her tears.

"Bye Manwhore." She joked. He smirked. They both knew it was time to go. She started to go up the steps of the brownstone as Mark walked towards his jeep.

"I'm starting to think that love might mean wanting the other person to be happy even if it means they can't stay with you."

Ironic? right?

She loved them both. Mark loved her. Derek loved her. Mark and Derek were brothers, yet she loved them both.

Yet none of them were happy.

Not together.

Not alone.

Now, all they have is hope.

Hope they they'll be able to move on.

She ended up rebooking her flight right after that. She had spent a total of three glasses of wine and a scotch before deciding to leave. The silence of the brownstone and the traces of her husband everywhere felt suffocating. The memories they had shared in that house were everywhere. She could no longer stay there, so she grabbed the bag she had already packed and waited for a cab.

Time to rip the bandaid.

Suddenly, her phone started to ring. "Please don't be the hospital." Addison muttered as she fished for her phone in her purse. She had already given up her practice, informed her patients and said goodbye to her colleagues. It couldn't be work related, but then who else would call her at this time.

Richard Webber.

Her former mentor.

Addison quickly answered the call. Addison wasn't a stranger to Richard and Adele. They were good friends. Adele would even refer to Addison as her goddaughter. Because Vivienne would always be Addison's second mom. Even Adele teases her about that. So Addison is used to the occasional phone calls from Seattle, but never at this hour.

"Hello? Dr. Addison Montgomery-Shepherd speaking." Old habits die hard. She justified.

"Finally I got you."

"Richard? What's going on?" Addison was starting to worry.

"I have a case for you."

"Richard" Addison challenged. Usually, she would immediately say no. Her former mentor worked in Seattle Grace, one of the best teaching hospitals in the country, as chief of surgery. Dr. Webber would always try to lure Addison and Derek to his side of the country. Sometimes because Adele was missing them, but mostly the calls revolved around work.

"Hear me out Addie." Richard begged. Something he has never done. "It's my niece, Camille. She's 16. She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer two years ago. Please Addison. I need you."

"I'll be there."

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