fragments - addison/jack (lost x-over), rabvjMay 25 2010, 04:01:50 UTC
Addison goes to LA because Derek left her and she left Mark and Naomi had sighed over the line and said come on. You need this. Let me take care of you and that was all it really took to get her onto a plane and across the country. It’s fun, of course, albeit nowhere helpful, and a week in she has had enough of the sunshine and smiles and patronizing it’s gonna be okays. So sits at LAX, scotch between her palms, the diamonds of her engagement ring glinting against the golden sun, thinking about things she should not be thinking about.
There’s a man sitting next to her, nursing a beer. This is her third scotch and it is not surprising at all that she leans in and smiles, teeth bare as she says, Hi, I’m Addison, like she’s been doing this all her life. It takes a second, a look of appraisal and something akin to apprehension, but there is the eventual smile and in five minutes flat she knows he is Jack, a surgeon, California born and raised. He is on his way to Australia for reasons he doesn’t offer and she doesn’t care to ask because
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“My husband left me. Or I left him,” she pauses and laughs in the most inappropriate way and there is a dull ache the coils in the back of her mind from the scotch ebbing away. “It is all little blurry.”
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There’s a man sitting next to her, nursing a beer. This is her third scotch and it is not surprising at all that she leans in and smiles, teeth bare as she says, Hi, I’m Addison, like she’s been doing this all her life. It takes a second, a look of appraisal and something akin to apprehension, but there is the eventual smile and in five minutes flat she knows he is Jack, a surgeon, California born and raised. He is on his way to Australia for reasons he doesn’t offer and she doesn’t care to ask because ( ... )
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“My husband left me. Or I left him,” she pauses and laughs in the most inappropriate way and there is a dull ache the coils in the back of her mind from the scotch ebbing away. “It is all little blurry.”
that part in particular felt very Addison to me.
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