A/N: So this is the first time I've ever written about a show other than SVU. I just recently started watching (became obsessed with) Grey's Anatomy and I immediately fell in love with Addison and Derek. They are just so darn perfect for each other! *sigh* I guess that ship has sailed. Anywho, this just popped in to my brain while I was trying to sleep. That being said, I hope I do them justice! This is set in season 3.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I'd love to own them. Because then I could get rid of MerDer and just keep the Der and make the show all about Addek instead of pimping out MerDer. So, Shonda, can we work out a deal? No? Okay.
In the time she's been in Seattle, she found a bench along the water. Her bench. It soothes her. She still can't figure out why. She's sitting there, watching the nightlife, relaxing, living, loving.
She knows it's him before he sits down. She quickly glances at him out of the corner of her eye. His elbows rest on his knees, his head in his hands. He remains stoic. He breaks the silence, finally looking up at her.
"You're leaving," he states sadly.
She nods, "Yes."
"Why?" he manages.
"It's for the best."
She notices for the first time that night that it's not raining. It rained every day this week. She should think that it's a sign. It's not. She knows. If it hadn't rained at all this week, and was raining now, she'd be inclined to think that was a sign. God telling her not to leave.
"For me, for you, for everyone," she rasps out. Her voice is strained, like the last piece of her is drowning out, shedding, forgetting.
Her chest rises with each breath she takes, and he looks over at her, his eyes wandering down to her cloth-covered breasts.
"Yeah. So you can be happy with Meredith."
His breath hitches in his throat, "I'm not with Meredith," he pauses, "I'm not happy."
She nods again, "I know."
"Not because of her."
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry," she shifts, facing him on the bench.
"Me too," he agrees. Taking a deep breath, he continues, "I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay here with me, in Seattle. Me and you."
"We're divorced, Derek."
"I'm not happy," he repeats.
Her face breaks out into a grin, she chuckles, "And whose fault is that?"
He laughs too, uninhibited. "Yours."
They become serious again. She missed this, missed his laugh. It seems that he never laughed during their reconciliation. He was too hung up on the intern.
"We're not doing this again. I don't want...I can't do this."
He lays his hand on top of her thigh, smiles. "I know. I wish we could go back."
"Say goodbye, Derek."
His face drops, "I can't."
She places a chaste kiss on his lips, stands up. He follows her, pulling her flush against him. He wraps his arms around her, holding her.
"I love you, Addison," he says. She laughs a bit because that's the first time he's said it to her since she came out to Seattle. It's funny, she thinks, because they're not married anymore and he's just saying it now.
She places her cheek against his, her lips next to his ear, "Goodbye, Derek." She pulls back and he swears he can see tears in her eyes.
And then she's gone, walking into the night. Out of his life.
"Goodbye, Addie," he whispers, looking down at her bench.
He'll remember. He will.