Complications: Chapter 9
Title: Complications
Chapter: 9/?
Author: picric_drea
Pairing: Derek/Addison
Rating: PG-13
Summary: We all have choices to make in life. What happens when you choose wrong?
Disclaimer:
All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events
thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it
constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous,
defamatory, or in any way factual.
Alright, I am determined to finish my fics in 2013. This is one of my resolutions, but I figured why wait to the New Year when I could start now. Enjoy and review!
The morning light began to stream through the heavy hotel curtains, alighting on a male in happy sated slumber and a female who hadn’t slept a wink. The slight buzzing from the nightstand caught her attention and she leaned over to grab her cell before it disturbed her bedmate. She quickly silenced the alarm before slowly extricating herself from the vice grip she found herself in. She stood briefly at the side of the bed holding her breath as he stirred, only releasing it when he molded himself around her pillow and sank back into a deep sleep.
She slipped silently around the room picking up her discarded pieces of clothing. She quickly pulled her dress on before throwing everything into her suitcases and zipping them up. She briefly considered doing her customary check to ensure she wasn’t leaving anything, but rapidly decided that if she was it could be replaced. Again she hesitated, then scribbled a note which she left on the bathroom counter. She threw her purse over her shoulder picked up her shoes in one hand and the handle of her suitcase in another and let herself out of the room. Once in the hall she calmly slipped into her shoes, made her way to the lobby, checked out, and stepped into her waiting town car. It was only once the car had driven several blocks and the hotel was no longer in sight that she allowed herself to freak the fuck out.
Derek awoke several hours later to an insistent buzzing in his head. He groaned as he realized it was his phone. He picked up the offending device and was about to chuck it across the room when he saw his wife’s picture on the screen. He sighed and answered, “Hey.”
“Hey? HEY? That’s your answer? Where the hell are you?” came her shrill voice.
He rubbed his eyes; he could already feel a headache brewing. “Would you calm down?”
“Calm down? I woke up this morning to find out that not only did my husband ditch me and my friends without so much as a call, but he didn’t even come home last night!”
“Meredith, I told you I might not be able to make it,” he said sitting up and starting to search the room.
“I didn’t realize that included not making it home.” She sighed, “Plus, your mother is pissed at you too. You had her worried.”
“Just her?” he teased.
“Shut up.” He could hear her smirk through the phone. “But seriously where are you? Our plane leaves in like four hours.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there in time to catch the flight. Just pack for me okay?”
“Fine. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Derek ended the call and looked down at the screen. 11 missed calls, seven from Meredith and four from his mother. He set the phone back on the nightstand and glanced around the room again. “Addie?” he called out hesitantly. When he received no answer he swiped his boxers from the floor and pulled them on. “Addison?” he padded into the living area of the suite which was also vacant. He briefly thought that she may have just gone out for coffee, then he saw the open closet and missing luggage. “Damn.” He muttered to himself.
He made his way to the bathroom and turned on the shower; while he had taken one last night it wasn’t exactly about getting clean. He studied himself in the mirror while he waited for the water to heat up. He had definite sex hair, a bite mark on his shoulder, and a hickey over his clavicle. When he stretched he felt pinpricks on his back so he was pretty sure he had scratch marks as well. He grinned at his reflection; he hadn’t felt this great in a very long time. He noted a piece of paper on the counter and read:
D-
The room has been taken care of, checkout is at 11.
-A
He smirked and stepped into the now steaming shower, whistling a familiar tune. “Their eyes met over the cadaver…”
As Addison strode out of LAX into the bright California sunshine, she took a deep breath of the smog filled air. She was home. Whatever happened in New York was staying in New York. She stepped into the waiting town car and settled in for the 45 minute drive home, allowing herself to take a much needed nap. When she arrived home, she carried her luggage to her bedroom and immediately began to strip for a shower. When she pulled her dress over her head she caught of whiff of Yves St. Laurent cologne.
As soon as they entered the room, he had her pressed against the door his mouth attacking hers possessively. When air became an issue, he broke off the kiss and moved to her neck kissing his way to her breasts, while his hand returned to its activities beneath her skirt. He gently stroked the silk of her panties before pushing them aside and dipping his fingers into her…
Addison shook her head hard. No, thoughts like that were going to stay in New York. They had no business here in LA. Here she had the perfect boyfriend and was happy. She quickly shed the rest of her clothes, and stepped into the shower. She scrubbed her body thoroughly with the scented body wash Kevin loved, and then just let the water pound on her back as she leaned her forehead against the tile.
She squealed as he pushed her up against the shower wall, laughing as he shook his head between her breasts, which turned to gasping as he took a nipple in his mouth.
She turned the water temperature to cold, and then stepped out when she was sufficiently cooled down. She dressed in a green summer dress and made her way to the hospital. As she exited the elevator, she caught sight of Kevin leaving a room just down the hall.
“Kevin.”
He turned immediately at the sound of her voice. “Addison.” He pulled her close for a hug. “I am so glad that you are here.”
“How is he?”
“The bullet ricocheted through his belly and lodged near his spinal cord. He lost some intestine.” He sighed and ran his hand over his face, “The brain surgeons here refused to touch him. They just keep saying let’s wait and see. They just keep giving him steroids.”
She sighed. “Well, that’s standard after an injury like this, the steroids will bring down the inflammation so…”
“Just stop! Stop with that stupid wait and see crap. That’s all I’ve been hearing for the last 14 hours, so just stop!”
Addison stood there stunned as he paced away from her. “Kevin,” she started hesitantly, “You have to understand…”
He rounded on her, “No, I understand. I understand that my partner got shot because he didn’t have any backup because I wasn’t there. He was alone because I was off having fun in New York. Now he has a bullet near his spine that no one will take out, and we don’t know what kind of damage he actually has since he hasn’t woken up yet. Haley won’t leave his bedside and I can barely even get her to drink water. If something happens to the baby, Brian will kill me whether he can walk or not.” He plopped into the nearest chair, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Addison sat down next to him. “You are doing exactly what you’re supposed to be doing. You are here for your partner and his family. I know that you feel guilty because you were not here, and I won’t waste my breath telling you not to feel that way, but this is not your fault. There is nothing that you could have done.” She took his chin in her hand and turned his face towards her. “What you will do is continue to be here for your brother and his family and whatever happens, we will deal with it. Right now his body needs time to recover so we will wait. And hope.”
Kevin gave her a tired smile before pulling her into his chest for a tight embrace. “God, I missed you.” They stayed like that for several minutes before they pulled apart. He brushed a stray hair from her face, “Hey, I’m sorry about before. I was-”
“You were stressed and overwhelmed. It’s okay. And hey, don’t worry about Haley. I’m not the best neonatal surgeon on the west coast for nothing. You worry about him, I’ll take care of her.”
“I knew there was a reason I kept you around,” he grinned.
“And here I thought it was for my amazing sexual skills.”
“Well, those too.”
Addison stood up, “Now come on.”
Kevin looked up at her in confusion, “Where are we going?”
“We are going to go get Haley something to eat and once she’s settled, we’re taking you home for a shower and a change at least.”
“Are you trying to tell me I stink?”
“Well you are a little ripe,” she smirked.
He grinned and threw an arm around her shoulder. “Alright, c’mon.”
That night as they settled into bed, Kevin pulled her close to him. She tucked her head into her spot in the crook of his neck and breathed a sigh of content. She was just starting to drift off when her phone began to buzz. She grumbled to herself as she picked it up and immediately felt her stomach clench as she saw the face on the caller id.
“Do you need to get that?” Kevin inquired sleepily.
Addison paused momentarily. She could feel the pressure building for what would be her third (fourth?) orgasm of the night when her concentration was broken by the buzzing of a phone. “Should you get that?” He looked up at her with a devilish grin, “Hell, no.” He flipped her over so he once again had the dominant position. “I’m busy,” he finished as he delivered a powerful stroke that sent her over the edge.
“No, definitely not.” Addison stated firmly as she hit ignore.
“Good,” he wrapped his arms around her tighter.
Addison smiled to herself. It was good. It was time to leave the past where it belonged and focus on her present. She had made a mistake (Again), but she could still salvage her relationship. She sighed as she wiggled her way into her nook and he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.
She was back where she belonged.
Okay, once again trying to ease myself back into this. Life sucks, so review and give me a smile.
Chapter: 9/?
Author: picric_drea
Pairing: Derek/Addison
Rating: PG-13
Summary: We all have choices to make in life. What happens when you choose wrong?
Disclaimer:
All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events
thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it
constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous,
defamatory, or in any way factual.
Alright, I am determined to finish my fics in 2013. This is one of my resolutions, but I figured why wait to the New Year when I could start now. Enjoy and review!
The morning light began to stream through the heavy hotel curtains, alighting on a male in happy sated slumber and a female who hadn’t slept a wink. The slight buzzing from the nightstand caught her attention and she leaned over to grab her cell before it disturbed her bedmate. She quickly silenced the alarm before slowly extricating herself from the vice grip she found herself in. She stood briefly at the side of the bed holding her breath as he stirred, only releasing it when he molded himself around her pillow and sank back into a deep sleep.
She slipped silently around the room picking up her discarded pieces of clothing. She quickly pulled her dress on before throwing everything into her suitcases and zipping them up. She briefly considered doing her customary check to ensure she wasn’t leaving anything, but rapidly decided that if she was it could be replaced. Again she hesitated, then scribbled a note which she left on the bathroom counter. She threw her purse over her shoulder picked up her shoes in one hand and the handle of her suitcase in another and let herself out of the room. Once in the hall she calmly slipped into her shoes, made her way to the lobby, checked out, and stepped into her waiting town car. It was only once the car had driven several blocks and the hotel was no longer in sight that she allowed herself to freak the fuck out.
Derek awoke several hours later to an insistent buzzing in his head. He groaned as he realized it was his phone. He picked up the offending device and was about to chuck it across the room when he saw his wife’s picture on the screen. He sighed and answered, “Hey.”
“Hey? HEY? That’s your answer? Where the hell are you?” came her shrill voice.
He rubbed his eyes; he could already feel a headache brewing. “Would you calm down?”
“Calm down? I woke up this morning to find out that not only did my husband ditch me and my friends without so much as a call, but he didn’t even come home last night!”
“Meredith, I told you I might not be able to make it,” he said sitting up and starting to search the room.
“I didn’t realize that included not making it home.” She sighed, “Plus, your mother is pissed at you too. You had her worried.”
“Just her?” he teased.
“Shut up.” He could hear her smirk through the phone. “But seriously where are you? Our plane leaves in like four hours.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be there in time to catch the flight. Just pack for me okay?”
“Fine. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Derek ended the call and looked down at the screen. 11 missed calls, seven from Meredith and four from his mother. He set the phone back on the nightstand and glanced around the room again. “Addie?” he called out hesitantly. When he received no answer he swiped his boxers from the floor and pulled them on. “Addison?” he padded into the living area of the suite which was also vacant. He briefly thought that she may have just gone out for coffee, then he saw the open closet and missing luggage. “Damn.” He muttered to himself.
He made his way to the bathroom and turned on the shower; while he had taken one last night it wasn’t exactly about getting clean. He studied himself in the mirror while he waited for the water to heat up. He had definite sex hair, a bite mark on his shoulder, and a hickey over his clavicle. When he stretched he felt pinpricks on his back so he was pretty sure he had scratch marks as well. He grinned at his reflection; he hadn’t felt this great in a very long time. He noted a piece of paper on the counter and read:
D-
The room has been taken care of, checkout is at 11.
-A
He smirked and stepped into the now steaming shower, whistling a familiar tune. “Their eyes met over the cadaver…”
As Addison strode out of LAX into the bright California sunshine, she took a deep breath of the smog filled air. She was home. Whatever happened in New York was staying in New York. She stepped into the waiting town car and settled in for the 45 minute drive home, allowing herself to take a much needed nap. When she arrived home, she carried her luggage to her bedroom and immediately began to strip for a shower. When she pulled her dress over her head she caught of whiff of Yves St. Laurent cologne.
As soon as they entered the room, he had her pressed against the door his mouth attacking hers possessively. When air became an issue, he broke off the kiss and moved to her neck kissing his way to her breasts, while his hand returned to its activities beneath her skirt. He gently stroked the silk of her panties before pushing them aside and dipping his fingers into her…
Addison shook her head hard. No, thoughts like that were going to stay in New York. They had no business here in LA. Here she had the perfect boyfriend and was happy. She quickly shed the rest of her clothes, and stepped into the shower. She scrubbed her body thoroughly with the scented body wash Kevin loved, and then just let the water pound on her back as she leaned her forehead against the tile.
She squealed as he pushed her up against the shower wall, laughing as he shook his head between her breasts, which turned to gasping as he took a nipple in his mouth.
She turned the water temperature to cold, and then stepped out when she was sufficiently cooled down. She dressed in a green summer dress and made her way to the hospital. As she exited the elevator, she caught sight of Kevin leaving a room just down the hall.
“Kevin.”
He turned immediately at the sound of her voice. “Addison.” He pulled her close for a hug. “I am so glad that you are here.”
“How is he?”
“The bullet ricocheted through his belly and lodged near his spinal cord. He lost some intestine.” He sighed and ran his hand over his face, “The brain surgeons here refused to touch him. They just keep saying let’s wait and see. They just keep giving him steroids.”
She sighed. “Well, that’s standard after an injury like this, the steroids will bring down the inflammation so…”
“Just stop! Stop with that stupid wait and see crap. That’s all I’ve been hearing for the last 14 hours, so just stop!”
Addison stood there stunned as he paced away from her. “Kevin,” she started hesitantly, “You have to understand…”
He rounded on her, “No, I understand. I understand that my partner got shot because he didn’t have any backup because I wasn’t there. He was alone because I was off having fun in New York. Now he has a bullet near his spine that no one will take out, and we don’t know what kind of damage he actually has since he hasn’t woken up yet. Haley won’t leave his bedside and I can barely even get her to drink water. If something happens to the baby, Brian will kill me whether he can walk or not.” He plopped into the nearest chair, “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Addison sat down next to him. “You are doing exactly what you’re supposed to be doing. You are here for your partner and his family. I know that you feel guilty because you were not here, and I won’t waste my breath telling you not to feel that way, but this is not your fault. There is nothing that you could have done.” She took his chin in her hand and turned his face towards her. “What you will do is continue to be here for your brother and his family and whatever happens, we will deal with it. Right now his body needs time to recover so we will wait. And hope.”
Kevin gave her a tired smile before pulling her into his chest for a tight embrace. “God, I missed you.” They stayed like that for several minutes before they pulled apart. He brushed a stray hair from her face, “Hey, I’m sorry about before. I was-”
“You were stressed and overwhelmed. It’s okay. And hey, don’t worry about Haley. I’m not the best neonatal surgeon on the west coast for nothing. You worry about him, I’ll take care of her.”
“I knew there was a reason I kept you around,” he grinned.
“And here I thought it was for my amazing sexual skills.”
“Well, those too.”
Addison stood up, “Now come on.”
Kevin looked up at her in confusion, “Where are we going?”
“We are going to go get Haley something to eat and once she’s settled, we’re taking you home for a shower and a change at least.”
“Are you trying to tell me I stink?”
“Well you are a little ripe,” she smirked.
He grinned and threw an arm around her shoulder. “Alright, c’mon.”
That night as they settled into bed, Kevin pulled her close to him. She tucked her head into her spot in the crook of his neck and breathed a sigh of content. She was just starting to drift off when her phone began to buzz. She grumbled to herself as she picked it up and immediately felt her stomach clench as she saw the face on the caller id.
“Do you need to get that?” Kevin inquired sleepily.
Addison paused momentarily. She could feel the pressure building for what would be her third (fourth?) orgasm of the night when her concentration was broken by the buzzing of a phone. “Should you get that?” He looked up at her with a devilish grin, “Hell, no.” He flipped her over so he once again had the dominant position. “I’m busy,” he finished as he delivered a powerful stroke that sent her over the edge.
“No, definitely not.” Addison stated firmly as she hit ignore.
“Good,” he wrapped his arms around her tighter.
Addison smiled to herself. It was good. It was time to leave the past where it belonged and focus on her present. She had made a mistake (Again), but she could still salvage her relationship. She sighed as she wiggled her way into her nook and he placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.
She was back where she belonged.
Okay, once again trying to ease myself back into this. Life sucks, so review and give me a smile.