It Only Hurts When I Breathe 3/?
Author: beps_wildorchid
Pairing: Maddison
Rating: PG-13
Summary: see ch. 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
When Mark arrived at LAX, he seemed to be in a trance. He was in the same robotic state that Richard had found him in earlier that morning, although the prospect of seeing Addie had given him more purpose in life. It gave him a reason to keep breathing. Mark had only brought a carry-on bag with him, not anticipating that he would be staying for very long, although with the salary of a famous plastic surgeon, it wasn’t as thought it would be impossible for him to acquire and material possession that he could possibly need during his visit. That being said, he also hadn’t really been thinking about packing as he was packing. All he had been able to think about since the previous day’s encounter was Addison. He needed to see her again.
Mark rented a car and drove to the hotel that Addison was staying at. LA was more of a driving city than any other city he had ever visited, especially given that he had lived in Manhattan for such a long time.
Los Angeles didn’t seem very Addison to Mark, although really the only city that seemed like Addison within the United States was New York, and it was highly doubtful that she would ever return there in light of all that had happened there, namely the dissolution of her marriage. It was a shame because Addison fit in so well there, although on the other hand, Mark rather enjoyed the Addison that he had gotten to know in Seattle. Granted, she was very much the same Addison as the one in New York, but she seemed to be a little bit less snooty and less of a trust fund baby, not that she had ever been terribly conceited or stuck up, it was just that Seattle was less glitz and glamour, and thus there was really no need to behave in that way, but the small difference had not gone unnoticed by Mark.
When Mark got to the hotel, he managed to convince the young receptionist at the desk to tell him which room Addison was staying in by telling her that he was Addison’s fiance, not to mention that his sheer sexual charm still had the power to win women over. It was funny, really, that he had flown all the way to LA just to do the same thing that he had done the previous night in Seattle-- sit outside the door to her hotel room and make sure she was okay.
The woman at the desk had offered to give him a room key so that he could go in to surprise his fiancee, however Mark declined. He wanted to be face to face with her as soon as she got back from wherever she was, assuming that she was already out-- Mark knew that she would have gone to check out whatever hospital or private practice that was her reason for coming all the way out her in the first place before she would have even dreamed about going into the hotel room or taking a nap.
It was more than likely that Addison had come to the hotel, dropped off her bags, touched up her makeup and headed straight out the door again. He had paid attention to every little minute detail of her personality from the very first day that he had met her, and though she didn’t seem to realize it, he knew more about Addison than he knew about himself.
Mark had been sitting leaning up against the door to Addison’s hotel room for only about two hours when she arrived-- two hours of Mark getting nervous every time that he saw that the elevator was coming up-- and while they were probably the longest two hours of his life, it had still only been two hours. When he saw her get off of the elevator, he could feel his heart pounding quickly against his ribcage. He didn’t know what he was going to say when she got there-- in all the time from when he first found out until this very moment in time, he hadn’t been able to think of anything spectacular to say that would make her want to come back to him, or make her fall in love with him. Which is why, when Addison approached the door, all he could think of to say when she glared at him was “hi”.
Pairing: Maddison
Rating: PG-13
Summary: see ch. 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
When Mark arrived at LAX, he seemed to be in a trance. He was in the same robotic state that Richard had found him in earlier that morning, although the prospect of seeing Addie had given him more purpose in life. It gave him a reason to keep breathing. Mark had only brought a carry-on bag with him, not anticipating that he would be staying for very long, although with the salary of a famous plastic surgeon, it wasn’t as thought it would be impossible for him to acquire and material possession that he could possibly need during his visit. That being said, he also hadn’t really been thinking about packing as he was packing. All he had been able to think about since the previous day’s encounter was Addison. He needed to see her again.
Mark rented a car and drove to the hotel that Addison was staying at. LA was more of a driving city than any other city he had ever visited, especially given that he had lived in Manhattan for such a long time.
Los Angeles didn’t seem very Addison to Mark, although really the only city that seemed like Addison within the United States was New York, and it was highly doubtful that she would ever return there in light of all that had happened there, namely the dissolution of her marriage. It was a shame because Addison fit in so well there, although on the other hand, Mark rather enjoyed the Addison that he had gotten to know in Seattle. Granted, she was very much the same Addison as the one in New York, but she seemed to be a little bit less snooty and less of a trust fund baby, not that she had ever been terribly conceited or stuck up, it was just that Seattle was less glitz and glamour, and thus there was really no need to behave in that way, but the small difference had not gone unnoticed by Mark.
When Mark got to the hotel, he managed to convince the young receptionist at the desk to tell him which room Addison was staying in by telling her that he was Addison’s fiance, not to mention that his sheer sexual charm still had the power to win women over. It was funny, really, that he had flown all the way to LA just to do the same thing that he had done the previous night in Seattle-- sit outside the door to her hotel room and make sure she was okay.
The woman at the desk had offered to give him a room key so that he could go in to surprise his fiancee, however Mark declined. He wanted to be face to face with her as soon as she got back from wherever she was, assuming that she was already out-- Mark knew that she would have gone to check out whatever hospital or private practice that was her reason for coming all the way out her in the first place before she would have even dreamed about going into the hotel room or taking a nap.
It was more than likely that Addison had come to the hotel, dropped off her bags, touched up her makeup and headed straight out the door again. He had paid attention to every little minute detail of her personality from the very first day that he had met her, and though she didn’t seem to realize it, he knew more about Addison than he knew about himself.
Mark had been sitting leaning up against the door to Addison’s hotel room for only about two hours when she arrived-- two hours of Mark getting nervous every time that he saw that the elevator was coming up-- and while they were probably the longest two hours of his life, it had still only been two hours. When he saw her get off of the elevator, he could feel his heart pounding quickly against his ribcage. He didn’t know what he was going to say when she got there-- in all the time from when he first found out until this very moment in time, he hadn’t been able to think of anything spectacular to say that would make her want to come back to him, or make her fall in love with him. Which is why, when Addison approached the door, all he could think of to say when she glared at him was “hi”.