Body Pillow (Addison/Derek)
Title: Body Pillow
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Addek.
Summary: Post-divorce friendship.
Title = Atmosphere
“Do you think this bothers Mark?” Derek accepted the menu from the waiter and patiently half-listened to the specials of the night; something about halibut with a mango/coriander sauce and a token red meat dish with an equally ridiculous marinade.
Addison smiled, watching the waiter fill her glass of water, remembering her days long ago in jobs like this. “Do you think it bothers Meredith?” She opened her menu, automatically skipping over anything that looked like it would contain something that had once walked around. It was a vegetarian night for her; a three-car accident earlier in the day that had rather destroyed her appetite for meat.
He laughed at her counter-question, knowing full well that she knew it bothered both Mark and Meredith. Their respective significant others had quieted down about Derek and Addison having dinner or coffee every so often after the two former spouses had set up a double date and Meredith and Mark had realized that the romance spark was gone. It still rubbed them the wrong way whenever it was mentioned, but they had learned to accept it.
Once the aftermath of their divorce had calmed, and Derek was solidly back with Meredith and Addison was solidly with Mark and they had stopped solidly awkwardly avoiding each other, Addison and Derek discovered that they were still friends. The end of their eleven-year marriage, no matter how messy of an end it was, couldn’t end thirteen years of close friendship. They easily slipped back into their conversational banter, resurrected the tradition of playing War when they were both on-call (though they had to begin a new game and find a new set of cards), coffee when one or the other looked exhausted.
And then Addison asked him out for breakfast. As friends, she had promised, nothing more, just a place outside the hospital to properly catch up on their lives and correct what the rumor mill was saying. They chose a day when both Mark had the day off and Meredith had the afternoon shift and a place far enough away from the hospital. It had the potential to be strained, forced, weird, but it ran naturally and smoothly and within half an hour they decided to do it more often.
They ordered dinner and wine and absently swirled pieces of bread in the olive oil and herbs the waiter had artfully poured onto a plate.
“Well,” Addison comfortably broke the silence. “You and Meredith bothered me, and Mark and I bothered you, so I think it’s fair.” She laughed, pushing part of her hair out of her face.
Derek grinned. “Plus, you and me always bothered everyone.” He nodded his thanks at a water refill.
She tilted her head, silently agreeing. Part of her still wondered what would’ve happened had he not left their brownstone that raining night in Manhattan, and she knew he wondered the same, but their marriage was beginning to fall apart even before that night. Mark and Meredith just helped it along.
They talked about patients, cases, Derek complained about Meredith being a little too clingy, Addison complained about Mark’s hospital arrogance occasionally spilling over outside an OR, they laughed about talking to each other about their current significant other’s faults.
Dinner came and it was an easy silence, each offering tastes to the other and deciding that they were happy with their own choices. Derek laughed at Addison’s ineptitude at pasta; she raised a sardonic eyebrow at his avoidance of vegetables and stole a green bean. It was as if the past year had never happened, except Addison didn’t intentionally brush Derek’s leg with her foot and he didn’t cover her hand with his and they didn’t order dessert.
Derek picked up the check the waiter set next to him, struggling not to grin at Addison rolling her eyes. He tried to keep it away from her when she reached for it.
She looked at him. “Derek, you got the last one. My turn.”
He relented and smiled back at her, making sure to steal his mint before she had a chance to slip both in her coat pocket.
And I still get to talk to you every now and then
Definition of over doesn't have to be the end
It's good to see you grow girl, shake my hand
That's all I want from my ex-lover and my best friend
Rating: PG.
Pairing: Addek.
Summary: Post-divorce friendship.
Title = Atmosphere
“Do you think this bothers Mark?” Derek accepted the menu from the waiter and patiently half-listened to the specials of the night; something about halibut with a mango/coriander sauce and a token red meat dish with an equally ridiculous marinade.
Addison smiled, watching the waiter fill her glass of water, remembering her days long ago in jobs like this. “Do you think it bothers Meredith?” She opened her menu, automatically skipping over anything that looked like it would contain something that had once walked around. It was a vegetarian night for her; a three-car accident earlier in the day that had rather destroyed her appetite for meat.
He laughed at her counter-question, knowing full well that she knew it bothered both Mark and Meredith. Their respective significant others had quieted down about Derek and Addison having dinner or coffee every so often after the two former spouses had set up a double date and Meredith and Mark had realized that the romance spark was gone. It still rubbed them the wrong way whenever it was mentioned, but they had learned to accept it.
Once the aftermath of their divorce had calmed, and Derek was solidly back with Meredith and Addison was solidly with Mark and they had stopped solidly awkwardly avoiding each other, Addison and Derek discovered that they were still friends. The end of their eleven-year marriage, no matter how messy of an end it was, couldn’t end thirteen years of close friendship. They easily slipped back into their conversational banter, resurrected the tradition of playing War when they were both on-call (though they had to begin a new game and find a new set of cards), coffee when one or the other looked exhausted.
And then Addison asked him out for breakfast. As friends, she had promised, nothing more, just a place outside the hospital to properly catch up on their lives and correct what the rumor mill was saying. They chose a day when both Mark had the day off and Meredith had the afternoon shift and a place far enough away from the hospital. It had the potential to be strained, forced, weird, but it ran naturally and smoothly and within half an hour they decided to do it more often.
They ordered dinner and wine and absently swirled pieces of bread in the olive oil and herbs the waiter had artfully poured onto a plate.
“Well,” Addison comfortably broke the silence. “You and Meredith bothered me, and Mark and I bothered you, so I think it’s fair.” She laughed, pushing part of her hair out of her face.
Derek grinned. “Plus, you and me always bothered everyone.” He nodded his thanks at a water refill.
She tilted her head, silently agreeing. Part of her still wondered what would’ve happened had he not left their brownstone that raining night in Manhattan, and she knew he wondered the same, but their marriage was beginning to fall apart even before that night. Mark and Meredith just helped it along.
They talked about patients, cases, Derek complained about Meredith being a little too clingy, Addison complained about Mark’s hospital arrogance occasionally spilling over outside an OR, they laughed about talking to each other about their current significant other’s faults.
Dinner came and it was an easy silence, each offering tastes to the other and deciding that they were happy with their own choices. Derek laughed at Addison’s ineptitude at pasta; she raised a sardonic eyebrow at his avoidance of vegetables and stole a green bean. It was as if the past year had never happened, except Addison didn’t intentionally brush Derek’s leg with her foot and he didn’t cover her hand with his and they didn’t order dessert.
Derek picked up the check the waiter set next to him, struggling not to grin at Addison rolling her eyes. He tried to keep it away from her when she reached for it.
She looked at him. “Derek, you got the last one. My turn.”
He relented and smiled back at her, making sure to steal his mint before she had a chance to slip both in her coat pocket.
And I still get to talk to you every now and then
Definition of over doesn't have to be the end
It's good to see you grow girl, shake my hand
That's all I want from my ex-lover and my best friend