Takes place at the beginning of season 2. Addison never cheated on Derek. He leaves her because he's tired of the way she acts toward their daughter. He hates that she's not family oriented so he takes their daughter and goes to Seattle where he meets Meredith. All is going well until Addison comes into town for a brief case.
"Your hair is different." she said, her voice barely above a whisper
"A lot of things are different." Derek shot back coldly, looking at her as if he wouldn't care if she get shot and kill in front of him at that second.
"It's longer, I like it. It's very Russell Crowe."she said reaching out to run her fingers through his hair. There was a point right after they had gotten married that he stopped getting haircuts because he loved the feeling he got when his wife ran her hands through it. He flinched the second she touched him and she pulled away, not wanting to push too many buttons.
"What are you doing here?" he inquired.
"What are you doing here? You pick up and leave everything. Your house, your practice, you friends. You had a life in Manhattan."
"Had." he emphasized specifically.
"And now you have a girlfriend in Seattle." she took a short pause, because pretending that none of this was getting to her too all the effort and strength she had. "She seems...sweet."
He continued to look at her with nothing but passionate hate. "The ice you're on, thin."
"She's young. That whole wide eyed 'Ooh, he's a brain surgeon' thing happening but still sweet. Which is what you were going for, right? The Anti-Addison?"
"Maybe I was just looking for someone to be an actual mother to my child, ever thought of that." he answered, catching her off guard. "You've brought up everything else and you still haven't even asked me about her. And in every single message you've left... you didn't ask about her once." he reminded.
"You listened to the messages?" she asked in a little bit of a state of shock. She assumed he would delete them the second he found out they were from her.
"Sure did, even saved a few because my daughter would often complain about missing her mother... and apparently the voice calmed her." he put a noticeable strain on the word 'my' only because in all honestly, Addison could not be less of a mother to the child in question.
"Don't do this to me." she plead in a whisper.
"I cannot even tell you what I want to do to you right now, Addison. Stop acting like you are the victim in this. You wanna know who the victim is? Not you, not me...that child."
She sighed, looked into his eyes and said, "How many times can we talk about this? How many times are you gonna look at me, tell me how horrible I am."
"As many times as it takes." he answered firmly. "And so far, it doesn't look like you're understanding any of it."
She didn't say anything, she couldn't. She looked away from him, redirecting her gaze at the ground and walked away. That defiantly did not go as well as she had hoped. She walked into the bathroom, looked herself in the mirror and took a breath. She wasn't there for anything personal. She was gonna do her job and leave.
The second she opened the door to Richard's hospital room she wished she could turn back. She saw her daughter jump of the bed and run toward her, wrapping herself around her mother's leg.
"Mommy!" she screamed in excitement. Addison let out of a breath, and looked down at the child. "I missed you... Daddy said you would never come."
She slowly kneeled down to be at eye level with the child. "Will you do Mommy a favor and go find Daddy for me? He should be somewhere on this floor." she asked. No 'Hi', no hug, no affection, no softness whatsoever.
Richard watched the little girl run out of the room with the biggest smile on her face. Then he curiously looked up at her mother. "What was that?" he asked
"It's... I.... I just can't." was the only thing she managed to say to express herself.
"She's your daughter, Addison. What can't you?" he pressed, not letting go of the subject like she thought he would.
"Can we please not talk about this?" she asked as the door opened. Her daughter, Allie was dragging her father in behind her. He saw Addison sitting on the bed with her arms crossed and stared at her. Richard could almost physically feel the room get colder. Addison got up, picked up her coat and walked out of the room, she could tell when she was unwanted and she wasn't got to stay and inflict anymore than what already had been forced.
"What is she doing here?" he asked strictly, picking his daughter up into his arms.
"What was that?" Richard asked, a little confused my the scene. "I didn't think.... I always thought she would make an excellent mother. She's amazing with kids."
"Not her's though." he answered. "She's Satan, Richard. I'm telling you..."
"She's here for business, Derek! From what I saw, it doesn't look like anything personal is going to happen."
Addison walked into her hotel room, dropping her stuff on the bed. She crashed down onto the mattress and curled up, holding her pillow tightly. When did everything become so complicated? She was thrilled when she found out she was pregnant but as soon as their daughter was born, something changed. The second Addison got to hold her, she looked down into this new born child's eyes and that's the second it started. She distanced herself from her husband and daughter, as far as she possibly could. She didn't intend on being a horrible mother, but that's how things ended up. And now, it was too late to change any of that. Now everything was fake and harsh between her and the 4 and a half year old.
Derek tucked his daughter into bed, after having read her favorite story for the third time. She still refused to close her eyes and go to sleep. She looked up curiously.
"When is Mommy coming?" she asked. She had seen her mother, no one could deny that. That meant that her mother had come to be a part of their family again, right?
"She's not." he answered. "Go to sleep."
"Is she mad at me? Did I do something bad, Daddy?" Allie asked, sitting up in her bed only to have her father ease her back down.
Derek sighed, what was he suppose to tell her? "Your mother is always mad at everyone, you didn't do anything wrong, sweetheart. Get that idea out of your head." he answered.
"Then why does she hate me?" she inquired, leaving Derek speechless.
Now what was he suppose to say. 'I'm sorry, honey, but your mother is a fucking bitch who hates her own daughter.' He just continued to stare into his daughter's eye which to his misfortune were like looking right into Addison's. "Go to sleep, Allie." he repeated one more time, placing a kiss on her forehead and turned off the lights, leaving her alone to wonder about her question hoping she would forget it and fall asleep.
To Be Continued...
Really wanna know what you think. Writing Addison as a mother this horrible is new for me. Curious to know what everyone thinks of it. Would you want her to come around?
Btw. This story is about 4 or 5 parts so it's not going to be too long. Hope to have the whole thing posted by Christmas depending on your opinions of it.