Ring the Alarm (Fighter part 2)
Title: Ring the Alarm
Author: Reddress
Summary: Part 2, to fighter. This is the next installment to how the Addison/ Derek divorce should have been settled. Once again feeling a little vindictive today.
Addison had never been a vindictive person. She had always been the understanding type. But now... well, things had changed. He had taken that from her. Derek over the past three years had slowly, in his own way, worn her down. She use to have a "sparkling personality", but now, thirteen years after they had first met the sparkle was gone and only a dull gleam remained. It had been beaten out of her. After two and half years of indifference and six months of boarder line verbal abuse, he had taken it.
Everything that screamed happiness about her had almost been lost before that day. The moment she stood up to him and claimed her settlement in the divorce she began the process again. The process of finding her happiness.
For Addison, happiness wouldn't be found in yoga classes or in therapy session. She knew that her closure wouldn't be found in distracting herself. No, Addison wasn't about to try to forget what had been done to her. She needed something more. She need vindication, or even better... revenge.
It had begun with kicking him off the land and leaving him with only his pathetic trailer. The feeling of revenge was sweet and Addison hadn't even begun. She would take from him everything that he had taken from her. But not right away, for now she toy with him.
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Unlocking the trailer door Addison stepped inside, her eyes scanning what briefly (shiver) was her home.
'Nope, nothing's changed. The place is still shit hole."
Moving into the bedroom Addison set to work; he would be home in only a few hours. Digging through his clothes she examined each piece, looking for the items that she had bought for him.
In her mind she had rationalized that it was only right. Derek hadn't bought a shirt for himself in ten years. Everything, down to most of his boxers, she had bought for him. And now as her eyes scanned over his sweaters she knew that he was screwed. She was taking everything, everything piece of clothing that she had bought over the past ten years she was keeping. It was only fair, she had dressed that fool for their entire marriage and now that it was over... well she wanted her selections back.
If he wanted to be the intern's McDreamy, fine. But there was no way in hell that he was going to be anyone's McDreamy in the clothes that she had picked out for him. No one else was going to enjoy the fruits of her labor.
Stuffing arm fulls of shirts into a trash bag, "McDreamy my ass! I made him. They should have seen him in med school, he was pathetic."
She flashes back to the image of a pathetic looking Derek in acid washed jeans, sidekicks, and a Clash t-shirt that was 3 times to big for his scrawny figure. His hair is frizzy and wild, and his eyebrows... well let’s not go there.
Shivering she shakes her head, “Only a mother could love something that looked like that. Mark didn't even have to try then, standing next to Derek anyone would have looked like a Greek God. I fixed him up from the disaster that he was."
And she had. Finding his nerdiness charming she took on the challenge. She would have loved him regardless but she knew that he needed help so she stepped in. She advised him how to cut his hair, what to wear; she's the one who encouraged him to go to the gym. Through love, patience and a lot of hard work she gave him the confidence he had never had.
As she stuffed the last pair of jeans into a black garbage bag she stood and surveyed her work. All that was left of Derek's McDreamy wardrobe were a couple of pairs of jeans, three shirts, a few boxer shorts, and one pair of ratty old snickers.
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Walking into Seattle Grace Hospital Derek could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks.
"This is humiliating."
Coming home late last night, Derek only noticed this morning that all of his clothes were gone, all except the undesirables.
Shuffling across the front lobby he bee lined for the elevator praying no one would see him. As the doors opened his prayers were shot down.
Looking down, Derek entered the elevator and cleared his throat, “Morning Preston."
Doctor Burke just smiled in response, trying to hold back his laughter. As the elevator moved floors and the silence thickened, curiosity and amusement got the better of him, "I like your jeans. I haven't seen acid wash jeans and Kiss t-shirt since..."
"Oh, ah... ya, well you know it was laundry day."
Turning Preston chuckles, "Oh, I see... laundry day."
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"I couldn't have been that bad."
Leaning in as they ate lunch Meredith responded, "No, not bad at all it's just been..."
Christina cuts in, "Oh, please you can't hide the truth from me I've seen him the past few days. Bad doesn't quite describe it," setting her fork down she thinks for a moment, "Pathetic that’s the word I was looking for."
Izzie retorts back, "Pathetic? Really, wow."
In his defense Meredith responds, “Like I said, it's not that bad. So, Derek’s clothing looks like it came from a bad 80's movie. Give the man a break; he's got nothing else to wear."
Izzie questions, "Nothing else to wear? What do you mean? The man makes over a million dollars a year, he can't pick out a decent shirt?"
"Well, it's complicated. She now owns all of their money and he doesn't get paid for another week."
"Okay? But what happened to his old clothes?"
Mumbling Meredith replies, "She took them."
Straining to hear Izzie responds, "What?"
"I said, she took them, all of them when he was at work two days ago. She went into the trailer two days ago, and she took all the clothes that she's bought for him over the past couple of years."
Cristina leans back, "And now McDreamy has to wonder around Seattle looking like McFool. Wow, that's harsh. I have a new found respect for that woman."
Meredith shoots Cristina a glare.
"Sorry, I'm just saying that's like whole new level of cruelness."
Izzie cuts in, "Speaking of cruel, when is Derek moving the trailer into the backyard?"
"Today, it's suppose to be moved by 3 pm."
"Derek's moving his trailer into your backyard?"
"Yes, but only temporarily until he can afford to rent a small lot."
"Why doesn't he just give up the trailer and move in with you?"
Meredith shrugs her shoulders, "Pride."
"Wait, how is he paying for his trailer to be moved?"
"The judge alloted him three hundred dollars to move the trailer. Addison's suppose to drop the money by his office this afternoon."
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"You bitch."
Derek stuck out his arm stopping the elevator door from shutting. Stepping in he waits for the door to shut before he pushes the emergency break.
"I can't believe you."
"Derek," Cheerfully Addison responds, "I haven't seen much of you lately. I heard your sporting a new look."
Reddening as he remembers the other reason why he hates her at the moment he responds, " You bitch."
"Are you mad at me?" A false look of innocence washes over her face, "Did I do something?"
"I want the three hundred dollars Addison."
"I know I left it in your office, you didn't see it?"
Derek's face reddens further," No, what I have in my office is three hundred dollars worth of pennies that have been doused in syrup and thrown in burlap sack."
"Like I said I gave you your three hundred dollars."
"IN PENNIES!"
"Judge Hernandez never said how I needed to pay you; he just said that you needed to be paid three hundred dollars in legal US currency. And pennies, even pennies that are a little sticky, are legal currency."
Now infuriated, "A little sticky? Addison, I couldn't pry them apart."
"Oh, I might have accidentally left them outside. You know, now that I think of it, it was slightly chilly last night."
Before Derek could respond Addison reached around him and pulled the Emergency stop button. With the doors opening she stepped out and called behind her, "Good luck with the move!"
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"No that's a lie."
"I swear to god. She gave him three hundred dollars worth of stuck together frozen pennies."
As Mary, a nurse on the oncology floor recounted the story, others gathered to listen.
"I heard he's temporarily broke, so how did he pay for the move?"
Doctor Williams, the resident Oncologist piped up behind them, "He had to ask the intern."
The women and Trevor, the one male nurse, turned to meet his comment as Mary responds, "McDreamy is now Mcpathetic."