The Bell Jar
Title: The Bell Jar
Pairing: Addison/Alex (of course)
Rating: M
Descritpion: Addison ignores the threats and even looks past the menacing stares. She convinces herself she's only being paranoid, but she can't help but feel like something bad is about to happen ... until it does.
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Okay, so I had this idea for a story. A dark idea, as mine often are, and I was hoping that you would like it. Now I know at first this typically sounds like the traditional Addison is the damsel in distress type deal ... but I'm hoping that you'll find the twist in the end to be a good one. I love writing detail in a story, but I often sometimes underestimate the limits of detail, so I kept the beginning to a minimal ... hopefully.
Let me know if I should continue.
Chapter One
The breathing, the panting, the moaning, it was all too much to bear.
Addison was sure that if she screamed hard enough, that someone would hear her. She screamed and screamed, but no one came, not a sound, nothing, in truth she couldn 't even hear herself. She was beginning to think that maybe he had done something to impair her hearing, but it wasn’t until she heard him breathe against her did she realize that although she was trying her hardest, she was unable to call for help. Maybe because her throat had been dry, or maybe because she was too immobilized to even produce a single whimper, whatever the reason, she knew that if she didn’t find a way of screaming soon, it would be too late.
She was sure that ten years from this day, she would vividly be able to recall everything that had happened, his coarse hands running along her skin, his hot alcohol reeking breath against her face, and the way his maddened eyes looked in the reflection of the moon.
What made matters worse was that she recognized the face that was now nuzzled against her neck. She should have seen this moment coming. She knew now that all the signs were written plainly for her to see.
She couldn’t help but blame herself as she heard the sudden zip of his pants.
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One Week Earlier…
Addison was having probably the worst day of her life. She had lost two of her patients, something she knew she should be familiar with, but nevertheless every time she lost someone she felt a heavy blow of emotion. Also, one of her favorite pair of Jimmy Choo’s now had gum stuck to the bottom of them. Honesty, anyone who were so dissatisfied with their gum that they felt the need to spit it out on a hospital floor, she couldn’t even begin to understand.
Now, every time she took a step throughout the hospital hallways, she felt a light tug on the bottom of her left heel.
And to top it all off, she had to hear his smug voice say, “Dr. Montgomery, I’d appreciate it if you’d let me know the next time you plan on killing your patient, because I’d very much like to have the OR to myself this morning.”
Addison felt her jaw tighten at the annoying voice. Matthew Wells, the new Proctologist at Seattle Grace. Addison had to keep herself from laughing hysterically at the irony of it. Before she had a chance of a witty comeback, he was nowhere in sight. To be honest though, she was somewhat relieved, she found him to be a little creepy. She kept reminding herself that in a week, he'll be nowhere in sight. He was there simply for a consult, nothing more.
“Hey.” A calming voice said beside her and she was suddenly enveloped in Alex’s strong arms. It’d been two weeks since they established a relationship and decided on giving the idea of ‘them’ a shot. Two weeks since she'd truly found happiness.
Smiling, she said, “Hey yourself.” Normally Addison wouldn’t want Alex displaying his affections for her out in the open like that, but at the moment she didn’t care, besides the hallways were pretty quiet at the moment. The only reason she had wanted him to not be affectionate to her out in the open was because no one had any idea that they were going out.
“You seem tense.” He said as he ran his fingers up her back and rested on her shoulders. Slowly, he began to massage her.
She felt her eyelids grow heavy and couldn’t resist giving into the way his hands kneaded tenderly into her stressed muscles. “Uh huh.” She answered in a drunken state.
“So,” He began as he released his grip from her and forced her to turn around to face him “are you ready to meet my cousin?”
She almost fronted a pout at the loss of his hands from her shoulders, but she didn’t. “Your cousin?” She asked in confusion.
“Yeah, the one I was telling you about last night.” He supplied.
She smiled seductively and leaned into him. “I don’t remember a whole lot about what was said last night.”
“Alright, fair enough.” He agreed as he smiled with her, resisting the urge to kiss her right then and there. He suddenly grew serious though thinking about his cousin and said, “My cousin flew in last night, so I talked about maybe getting a bite to eat with him later on. Ring any bells?”
“Hmm… sort of.” She replied in a playful way, that is until she saw the seriousness of his face. “Okay, okay. Yeah, that sounds great.”
“Alright, I’ll pick you up at eight.” He said although she felt like there was something he wasn’t telling her. She brushed it aside though when he gave her a light peck on the nose before turning around and going back to work. She smiled at the way it seemed natural for him to show his love for her in such a small gesture. With the smile still plastered to her face she turned around, completely oblivious to the fact that she was being watched.
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Yay, or nay? You tell me.
Pairing: Addison/Alex (of course)
Rating: M
Descritpion: Addison ignores the threats and even looks past the menacing stares. She convinces herself she's only being paranoid, but she can't help but feel like something bad is about to happen ... until it does.
--
Okay, so I had this idea for a story. A dark idea, as mine often are, and I was hoping that you would like it. Now I know at first this typically sounds like the traditional Addison is the damsel in distress type deal ... but I'm hoping that you'll find the twist in the end to be a good one. I love writing detail in a story, but I often sometimes underestimate the limits of detail, so I kept the beginning to a minimal ... hopefully.
Let me know if I should continue.
Chapter One
The breathing, the panting, the moaning, it was all too much to bear.
Addison was sure that if she screamed hard enough, that someone would hear her. She screamed and screamed, but no one came, not a sound, nothing, in truth she couldn 't even hear herself. She was beginning to think that maybe he had done something to impair her hearing, but it wasn’t until she heard him breathe against her did she realize that although she was trying her hardest, she was unable to call for help. Maybe because her throat had been dry, or maybe because she was too immobilized to even produce a single whimper, whatever the reason, she knew that if she didn’t find a way of screaming soon, it would be too late.
She was sure that ten years from this day, she would vividly be able to recall everything that had happened, his coarse hands running along her skin, his hot alcohol reeking breath against her face, and the way his maddened eyes looked in the reflection of the moon.
What made matters worse was that she recognized the face that was now nuzzled against her neck. She should have seen this moment coming. She knew now that all the signs were written plainly for her to see.
She couldn’t help but blame herself as she heard the sudden zip of his pants.
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One Week Earlier…
Addison was having probably the worst day of her life. She had lost two of her patients, something she knew she should be familiar with, but nevertheless every time she lost someone she felt a heavy blow of emotion. Also, one of her favorite pair of Jimmy Choo’s now had gum stuck to the bottom of them. Honesty, anyone who were so dissatisfied with their gum that they felt the need to spit it out on a hospital floor, she couldn’t even begin to understand.
Now, every time she took a step throughout the hospital hallways, she felt a light tug on the bottom of her left heel.
And to top it all off, she had to hear his smug voice say, “Dr. Montgomery, I’d appreciate it if you’d let me know the next time you plan on killing your patient, because I’d very much like to have the OR to myself this morning.”
Addison felt her jaw tighten at the annoying voice. Matthew Wells, the new Proctologist at Seattle Grace. Addison had to keep herself from laughing hysterically at the irony of it. Before she had a chance of a witty comeback, he was nowhere in sight. To be honest though, she was somewhat relieved, she found him to be a little creepy. She kept reminding herself that in a week, he'll be nowhere in sight. He was there simply for a consult, nothing more.
“Hey.” A calming voice said beside her and she was suddenly enveloped in Alex’s strong arms. It’d been two weeks since they established a relationship and decided on giving the idea of ‘them’ a shot. Two weeks since she'd truly found happiness.
Smiling, she said, “Hey yourself.” Normally Addison wouldn’t want Alex displaying his affections for her out in the open like that, but at the moment she didn’t care, besides the hallways were pretty quiet at the moment. The only reason she had wanted him to not be affectionate to her out in the open was because no one had any idea that they were going out.
“You seem tense.” He said as he ran his fingers up her back and rested on her shoulders. Slowly, he began to massage her.
She felt her eyelids grow heavy and couldn’t resist giving into the way his hands kneaded tenderly into her stressed muscles. “Uh huh.” She answered in a drunken state.
“So,” He began as he released his grip from her and forced her to turn around to face him “are you ready to meet my cousin?”
She almost fronted a pout at the loss of his hands from her shoulders, but she didn’t. “Your cousin?” She asked in confusion.
“Yeah, the one I was telling you about last night.” He supplied.
She smiled seductively and leaned into him. “I don’t remember a whole lot about what was said last night.”
“Alright, fair enough.” He agreed as he smiled with her, resisting the urge to kiss her right then and there. He suddenly grew serious though thinking about his cousin and said, “My cousin flew in last night, so I talked about maybe getting a bite to eat with him later on. Ring any bells?”
“Hmm… sort of.” She replied in a playful way, that is until she saw the seriousness of his face. “Okay, okay. Yeah, that sounds great.”
“Alright, I’ll pick you up at eight.” He said although she felt like there was something he wasn’t telling her. She brushed it aside though when he gave her a light peck on the nose before turning around and going back to work. She smiled at the way it seemed natural for him to show his love for her in such a small gesture. With the smile still plastered to her face she turned around, completely oblivious to the fact that she was being watched.
--
Yay, or nay? You tell me.