Choices [1/2]
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Title: Choices [1/2]
Fandom: Grey's AnatomyxPrivate Practice
Ship(s): Addison/Derek, Addison/Mark, mentions of Naomi/Sam
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Prompt: Hiking
Summary: Addison, Mark, Derek and Naomi go hiking while in med school. Mark and Derek have choices to make regarding their friendship with Addison. [Pre-Addek]
“I wanna go home.”
Addison looked at the three people who chatted animatedly a few feet away from her, and she rolled her eyes when she saw they were blatantly ignoring her. She hated hiking. She hated the great outdoors, she hated the stupid far-from-flattering clothes, she hated the uncomfortable boots - that had to be the ugliest footwear she’d ever seen - and she hated the way her friends seemed to be nature people who looked down at her because she didn’t find pleasure in walking until she got blisters on her feet.
“I wanna go home!”
Her voice was louder this time, and Naomi kept walking with the boys as she replied without looking at her friend. “We know, Addie.” Addison frowned at the girl who was supposed to be her best friend, and vowed to never go with her to that depressing little club she liked to go to in hopes of seeing her new crush. Dan, Sam, or some other nickname. She knew how much Naomi liked him, but if she was making her do this, she wasn’t gonna do her any favors.
“I just wanna go home...”
Since the screaming didn’t work, this time Addison tried with the whiny voice, pouting included. Derek turned around when he heard her voice - he couldn’t stand seeing her cry, whine or do anything of that kind - and he would have agreed to take her home if Naomi hadn’t pushed him forwards to make him keep walking. “Don’t give in, Derek. She’s just faking it.” The three kept walking, with an even crankier Addison following a few feet behind.
“I wanna go home. Now!”
The bossy voice was her last resort, and she really hoped it’d work. Mark was the one who turned around this time, crossing his arms across his chest and giving her a stern look. “Quit acting like a spoiled brat, Montgomery. Move it!” He was the only one who stood up to her when she was in a bossy mode, and this time wasn’t going to be different. Addison walked towards them and pouted when she reached Mark.
“My feet hurt.”
Mark shook his head and tried not to let her cute little pout get to him. “You wear heels everyday, your feet are numb.” Naomi rolled her eyes when she saw Addison was now adding the puppy dog eyes to her pout, and she knew Mark would crack any second. He had zero resistence when it came to Addison being cute. “Fine, come on.” Addison’s pout was immediately replaced with a wide grin as he crouched down to let her hop onto his back.
“Thank you, Mark.” And even though he tried to keep an annoyed expression on his face, her smile and the small chaste kiss she placed on his cheek were definitely worth the effort of carrying his friend for a while. But that was a secret even for Derek, who had been his best friend for over fifteen years. They had gone to the same school, high school and college, and they were now together in med school. But this - this thing he felt about their friend - he couldn’t tell him about.
Now that Addison wasn’t walking a few feet away from them, the group of four started chatting about meaningless things, like they usually did when they were together. After Naomi told them about seeing Sam in her Anatomy class the day before, Derek talked about Kathleen choosing psychiatry as her specialty and Mark mumbled something about staying home the other night, it was Addison’s turn to share.
“I met a guy last night.” Mark nearly dropped her when he heard her words. He didn’t like hearing about her meeting guys, but as long as he kept his feelings to himself, he didn’t really have a right to ask her to shut up about it. “Another one?” Derek’s voice sounded slightly bitter, and Addison frowned at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She knew she hadn’t exactly been an example of self-control, but she didn’t appreciate him saying that.
“I’m just saying, you’re meeting - and I mean ‘meeting’ in the least innocent way - an awful lot of guys lately.” Addison tried to adopt her usual you’re-pissing-me-off pose, but it was hard to do when she was still on Mark’s back, so she chose to send him a warning glare instead. “Not that many. Just... five. Well... eight.” She didn’t like the way both Mark and Derek made her feel guilty about having one night stands. She was single, and she could do whatever she wanted, but her friends were always there asking questions and sending judgmental looks her way.
“Okay, we’re changing subjects. I say we stop here and eat something, how does that sound?” Naomi was always the voice of reason in their close-knit group, and the other three always listened to her advice. She knew talking about Addison’s love life never ended well, just like it never ended well when it was one of the boys talking about their love lives, and she didn’t want the mood ruined for the whole weekend.
Mark put Addison down and she sat down on a rock after making sure it was as clean as it could possibly be, and Naomi started taking food out of her backpack while Derek tried to find a good spot to sit down. After a fairly uneventful lunch filled with chatting mostly about medicine, the four friends laid back on the grass with their eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin.
Addison would never admit it, but moments like this made her like hiking a little bit. She was laying between Mark and Derek, feeling completely relaxed as she heard Naomi’s voice going on about her crush and all his perfection. She wouldn’t change a thing about this moment. Not a single thing.
Derek, on the other hand, would like to change an awful lot of things. He would like to be holding her instead of barely touching her. He would like to be her boyfriend instead of her friend. And, most of all, he would like to be brave enough to tell her. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t even brave enough to tell Mark. But, the truth was, he was scared of her turning him down, and he thought if he kept it secret, at least the humiliation would be smaller.
But he still wanted to tell her. Tell anyone. Because he was beginning to feel like his chest would explode if he kept all those feelings locked inside. He loved her, and he hated to see her taking home random guys who didn’t deserve to even look at her. He knew he wasn’t the kind of guy she normally went for, but it was worth a shot. His choice, the choice he was trying to make, was between telling her and possibly getting everything he wanted, and not telling her and at least have her friendship.
Derek had never been good with choices.
On Addison’s other side, Mark was also thinking about the many things he’d change about that scene if he could. First of all, they would be alone. Just Addison and Mark. Because things were always better when it was Addison and Mark instead of Mark, Derek and Addison or Mark and Derek and Addison and Naomi.
Second, he wouldn’t still be thinking about what she had done the night before with some random guy, because he would be the one she’d do things with every night. And, third, she would know he loved her. Mark, like Derek, was also facing a choice. He could keep it to himself and see her end up with some other guy, or he could tell her and acknowledge the fact that the manwhore was in love in a way that scared the hell out of him.
Mark had never been good with feelings.
mission_insane challenge. See my monster master table here.
Title: Choices [1/2]
Fandom: Grey's AnatomyxPrivate Practice
Ship(s): Addison/Derek, Addison/Mark, mentions of Naomi/Sam
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Prompt: Hiking
Summary: Addison, Mark, Derek and Naomi go hiking while in med school. Mark and Derek have choices to make regarding their friendship with Addison. [Pre-Addek]
“I wanna go home.”
Addison looked at the three people who chatted animatedly a few feet away from her, and she rolled her eyes when she saw they were blatantly ignoring her. She hated hiking. She hated the great outdoors, she hated the stupid far-from-flattering clothes, she hated the uncomfortable boots - that had to be the ugliest footwear she’d ever seen - and she hated the way her friends seemed to be nature people who looked down at her because she didn’t find pleasure in walking until she got blisters on her feet.
“I wanna go home!”
Her voice was louder this time, and Naomi kept walking with the boys as she replied without looking at her friend. “We know, Addie.” Addison frowned at the girl who was supposed to be her best friend, and vowed to never go with her to that depressing little club she liked to go to in hopes of seeing her new crush. Dan, Sam, or some other nickname. She knew how much Naomi liked him, but if she was making her do this, she wasn’t gonna do her any favors.
“I just wanna go home...”
Since the screaming didn’t work, this time Addison tried with the whiny voice, pouting included. Derek turned around when he heard her voice - he couldn’t stand seeing her cry, whine or do anything of that kind - and he would have agreed to take her home if Naomi hadn’t pushed him forwards to make him keep walking. “Don’t give in, Derek. She’s just faking it.” The three kept walking, with an even crankier Addison following a few feet behind.
“I wanna go home. Now!”
The bossy voice was her last resort, and she really hoped it’d work. Mark was the one who turned around this time, crossing his arms across his chest and giving her a stern look. “Quit acting like a spoiled brat, Montgomery. Move it!” He was the only one who stood up to her when she was in a bossy mode, and this time wasn’t going to be different. Addison walked towards them and pouted when she reached Mark.
“My feet hurt.”
Mark shook his head and tried not to let her cute little pout get to him. “You wear heels everyday, your feet are numb.” Naomi rolled her eyes when she saw Addison was now adding the puppy dog eyes to her pout, and she knew Mark would crack any second. He had zero resistence when it came to Addison being cute. “Fine, come on.” Addison’s pout was immediately replaced with a wide grin as he crouched down to let her hop onto his back.
“Thank you, Mark.” And even though he tried to keep an annoyed expression on his face, her smile and the small chaste kiss she placed on his cheek were definitely worth the effort of carrying his friend for a while. But that was a secret even for Derek, who had been his best friend for over fifteen years. They had gone to the same school, high school and college, and they were now together in med school. But this - this thing he felt about their friend - he couldn’t tell him about.
Now that Addison wasn’t walking a few feet away from them, the group of four started chatting about meaningless things, like they usually did when they were together. After Naomi told them about seeing Sam in her Anatomy class the day before, Derek talked about Kathleen choosing psychiatry as her specialty and Mark mumbled something about staying home the other night, it was Addison’s turn to share.
“I met a guy last night.” Mark nearly dropped her when he heard her words. He didn’t like hearing about her meeting guys, but as long as he kept his feelings to himself, he didn’t really have a right to ask her to shut up about it. “Another one?” Derek’s voice sounded slightly bitter, and Addison frowned at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” She knew she hadn’t exactly been an example of self-control, but she didn’t appreciate him saying that.
“I’m just saying, you’re meeting - and I mean ‘meeting’ in the least innocent way - an awful lot of guys lately.” Addison tried to adopt her usual you’re-pissing-me-off pose, but it was hard to do when she was still on Mark’s back, so she chose to send him a warning glare instead. “Not that many. Just... five. Well... eight.” She didn’t like the way both Mark and Derek made her feel guilty about having one night stands. She was single, and she could do whatever she wanted, but her friends were always there asking questions and sending judgmental looks her way.
“Okay, we’re changing subjects. I say we stop here and eat something, how does that sound?” Naomi was always the voice of reason in their close-knit group, and the other three always listened to her advice. She knew talking about Addison’s love life never ended well, just like it never ended well when it was one of the boys talking about their love lives, and she didn’t want the mood ruined for the whole weekend.
Mark put Addison down and she sat down on a rock after making sure it was as clean as it could possibly be, and Naomi started taking food out of her backpack while Derek tried to find a good spot to sit down. After a fairly uneventful lunch filled with chatting mostly about medicine, the four friends laid back on the grass with their eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin.
Addison would never admit it, but moments like this made her like hiking a little bit. She was laying between Mark and Derek, feeling completely relaxed as she heard Naomi’s voice going on about her crush and all his perfection. She wouldn’t change a thing about this moment. Not a single thing.
Derek, on the other hand, would like to change an awful lot of things. He would like to be holding her instead of barely touching her. He would like to be her boyfriend instead of her friend. And, most of all, he would like to be brave enough to tell her. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t even brave enough to tell Mark. But, the truth was, he was scared of her turning him down, and he thought if he kept it secret, at least the humiliation would be smaller.
But he still wanted to tell her. Tell anyone. Because he was beginning to feel like his chest would explode if he kept all those feelings locked inside. He loved her, and he hated to see her taking home random guys who didn’t deserve to even look at her. He knew he wasn’t the kind of guy she normally went for, but it was worth a shot. His choice, the choice he was trying to make, was between telling her and possibly getting everything he wanted, and not telling her and at least have her friendship.
Derek had never been good with choices.
On Addison’s other side, Mark was also thinking about the many things he’d change about that scene if he could. First of all, they would be alone. Just Addison and Mark. Because things were always better when it was Addison and Mark instead of Mark, Derek and Addison or Mark and Derek and Addison and Naomi.
Second, he wouldn’t still be thinking about what she had done the night before with some random guy, because he would be the one she’d do things with every night. And, third, she would know he loved her. Mark, like Derek, was also facing a choice. He could keep it to himself and see her end up with some other guy, or he could tell her and acknowledge the fact that the manwhore was in love in a way that scared the hell out of him.
Mark had never been good with feelings.