Fic: After the Camping There Was . . . Part 10/?
TITLE: After the Camping There Was . . . Part 10/?
AUTHOR: Sarah
RATING: R
PARINGS: Addison/Izzie
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, otherwise everyday would be Izzie/Addie day :D
WORD COUNT: 2000
SUMMARY: Sequel to Camping in Luxury which was the sequel to The Clichés of Camping. In today’s instalment, we hope Addison and the baby are ok.
NOTES: I've made Addie slightly younger than she is on Grey's ;-)
She got on to her hands and knees and rushed over to Addison, swiping at Matthew’s legs as she passed. “Addie, ohmygod.” She looked up at Matthew, “What have you done to her?”
“I didn’t mean to, it was an accident.” He rushed out.
“Addie, baby, can you hear me?” Addison was lying on her back, none responsive. “Did you see if she hit her head?” she asked Matthew.
“I don’t, I don’t know it all happened too fast.”
“Addison,” Izzie cried picking up Addison’s limp hand and feeling for a pulse. “wake up sweetheart.” The blonde was beginning to panic, years of training to become a doctor slowly seeping from her body. “Call an ambulance.” She shouted at Matthew.
“What should say?”
“Whatever the fuck you did to her.” She snapped. She leaned down to check Addison’s breathing and positioned her into the recovery position. Meanwhile, Matthew made a phone call to the emergency services.
It had seemed forever before the ambulance crew turned up.
“Her name is Addison Montgomery, 35 year old female, 10 weeks pregnant she was knocked to the ground and has been unconscious for approximately ten minutes.” Izzie reeled off, her professional tendencies kicking in at the realisation help was at hand.
“And you are?”
“I’m Dr Isobel Stevens, her partner.”
“Ok ma’am step back. What happened to you?” the short native New Yorker asked.
“He swung for me,” she pointed over at Matthew sitting in the corner, “and Addison got in the way.”
“Do you want us to call the police?”
“Yes, no, I don’t know, he’s her brother.” Izzie said. “Can we just get her to hospital please?”
“Yes ma’am. Would you like to ride with us?”
“Yes please.” The blonde confirmed. She took a moment to look at Matthew who looked forlorn in the corner, suddenly sober and very aware of his actions. He felt the intern’s eyes on him and looked up, tear stains on his face. Izzie rolled her eyes, why did men always make her feel one thing then totally change her mind the next? She took a slight bit of pity on him and walked over. He looked a lot like his father, tall and stocky with a wave of thick dark brown hair, his charcoal suit was crumpled, the purple tie loosened at the knot, his light blue shirt unbuttoned at the top. “You should call your parents, get them to go straight to the hospital. I’ll let you decide what you want to tell them.” She said and turned to follow the gurney out of the hotel room.
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“They’re running tests.” Izzie said as Addison’s parents entered the waiting area.
“Matthew told us what happened. We are so sorry Isobel, he feels dreadfully ashamed.”
“And so he should, our baby’s life is at risk because of him, and lord only knows what’s going on with Addie.”
“They haven’t told you anything?”
“Not a lot, because apparently I’m not family.”
“Right.” Dr Forbes-Montgomery rose from her chair, adorned a similar face to that of Addison’s angry ass-kicking face and made tracks towards the nurses station, never wavering or looking back.
“She’ll find out.” Gerard said.
“I don’t doubt that, I’ve seen that look on Addison’s face many a time.”
“I hope you haven’t been on the receiving end of that.”
“Once or twice.” Izzie chuckled.
“It’s not pleasant is it dear?” Gerard laughed. “Addison is so like her mother in a lot of ways.”
“I’ve caught glimpses.” The intern sighed.
“She’ll be ok, she’s tough as old boots is our Addie.”
“I know, I just wish I knew what was going on.”
“I know pumpkin.” Gerard said, using his term of endearment for Addison on Izzie, it didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde, but decided to let it slip, it was comforting in a way that she felt she had family with her when she needed it.
“Right, now you tell her.” Juliet said pointing at Izzie as she returned with a doctor looking much younger than the blonde intern. “Because she is Addison’s partner, girlfriend, other half, whatever you kids call it these days.” Izzie couldn’t help but smile at Juliet’s manner, despite the situation, it was rather amusing.
“Miss . . .”, the young doctor began, he reminded Izzie of George a little bit in his nervous approach.
“Doctor.” Juliet interrupted.
“Doctor Stevens. Your, erm, Ms . . .”
“Doctor.” Juliet interrupted once again.
“Doctor Montgomery has suffered a slight concussion, scans have shown no sign of damage and she is beginning to come around, she’s a little dazed but I anticipate a full recovery. But we would like to keep her in over night as a precaution.”
“And the baby?” Izzie asked quickly.
“We conducted a scan and there appears to be no trauma to the baby.”
Izzie let out a huge sigh of relief.
“Can I see her?” She asked. The doctor warily looked at Juliet who shot a look back at him.
“Of course you can, please follow me.”
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“Hey.” Addison croaked as she saw Izzie enter the room. She immediately frowned, looking at the stitches and dried blood at Izzie’s brow.
“What the hell happened to you?” Addison said, trying to sit up. Izzie rushed to her bedside, trying to calm her girlfriend down.
“Shhhh, don’t get up, you might feel a little dizzy.”
“Oh.” Addison’s hand shot to her head, her eyebrows raised.
“You ok?”
“Yeah, head rush.” Izzie frowned in a ‘I told you so’ manner. “So,” Addison stared, “what happened to your face Iz?” the blonde sat down and took Addison’s hand in her own.
“Do you remember anything that happened?” Izzie asked cautiously.
“Yeah,” she pondered, “Matthew was shouting, then you were shouting and then it’s all a bit hazy.”
Izzie sighed, she really didn’t want to have to tell Addison the next part, “Addie, he hit me and you stupidly tried to protect me and got in the way and you were knocked off your feet and banged your head.”
“He hit you?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes, he did, he wasn’t very nice Addie.”
“He had been drinking.” Addison recalled.
“Yeah, but he seemed remorseful afterward.” Izzie said.
“He pushed me over?”
“In a round about way, but I think he was feeling guilty over what happened to you rather than giving me this.” She pointed to her own face. “Has the doctor spoken to you?”
“Yeah, poor guy, told me he had met my mother.”
Izzie smiled at the thought of Juliet Forbes-Montgomery on the war path. “Yeah, she did me a favour. She got me in here, no one was telling me anything.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” Izzie smiled, squeezing the attending’s hand.
“I’m sorry our holiday sucks.” She smiled weakly. Addison was still beautiful, she was pale and sluggish, but to Izzie she was still the most beautiful woman in the world.
“I love you.” The blonde said.
“And I love you.” Addison said quizzically.
“How do we get ourselves into these situations?” the intern laughed nervously.
“It’s all about the drama my dear.” The redhead winked. “Come here.” She said, scooting over on the bed, making space for her girlfriend. Izzie kicked off her shoes and jumped up onto the bed. Addison lifted her head and rested it on the blonde’s shoulder. Izzie pulled her close whilst resting her other hand gently on Addison’s stomach and kissed the redhead lightly on the head.
Through the narrow window in the door stood the silhouette of a figure, head hung in shame as his father whispered in his ear, “Do you see what you almost destroyed?”
“Dad I’m sorry.”
“It will take more than that. I know it’s a shock Matthew, but look how happy Addison is, despite being laid up in a hospital bed and her vacation being ruined. She has all she needs right there.”
“I’m really, really sorry.”
“Your mother and I will have to decide what to do with you Matthew, this could ruin your career and I daresay your family if either of those two decide to press charges.”
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Morning had broken, Izzie had decided not to return to the hotel alone as her place was with Addison, she had little choice in the matter however, as the two had fallen asleep together on the hospital bed, the redhead gripping her tight, not wanting her to go. Addison awoke as the ward lights came on, she blinked at the unfamiliar and most unwelcome light, squinting as her eyes adjusted. The blonde beside her began to stir, she stretched and yawned, moaning as she shifted in her place, “I don’t want to go to school today mom.” Addison laughed at Izzie’s little performance, imagining her as a teenager being woken on a school day.
“Izzie.” Addison said in a sing-song voice, brushing hairs from the blonde’s face.
“No mom. No school.” This made the redhead chuckle louder, the blonde awakening with a start. She was unsure of her surroundings, her hair dishevelled and matted, panic and confusion reigned until she set eyes on an auburn beauty. “Oh, you’re not mom.”
“Err no.” The attending smiled.
“Thank goodness for that.” Izzie sighed as she leaned in to kiss Addison.
“Good morning.” The redhead smiled.
“Good morning to you too.” Izzie beamed. “I can take you home today.”
“Home, home or hotel home?”
“That’s up to you, we can hang around this little old city if you want to, or we can head west. I don’t mind.”
“It’ll be a shame to not take advantage of the city while we are here.”
“Ok, then, New York it is. I’m going to freshen up and grab a coffee, do you want anything?”
“Nu huh, no thanks, breakfast will be arriving shortly.”
“Mmmm.” Izzie said with mock enthusiasm. She sat up and swivelled, her feet touching the floor as she descended. As Izzie sat in the chair opposite the bed, she put on her shoes and tied the laces.
“How’s your face?”
“A little sore.”
“It’s bruising a bit.” Addison winced. Izzie rose her hand to her face and gently touched the slightly swollen, purpling area.
“I hope no one thinks you’re a wife beater.” Izzie giggled as she walked towards the door. She was gone before the words registered with Addison and could reply.
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The blonde had spent a good time grooming herself in the bathroom, running her fingers repeatedly through her hair, washing her face and checking out her bruising cut from several different angles, wincing at each, none looking any better than the previous. She resigned with a sigh, and contemplated once again why men were such ass holes. The way Addison had described her brother to her, never raised suspicion that he would react badly to their news. In fact, she thought, if anyone were to lash out it would have been Juliet, so when he had turned up at the hotel room, she had welcomed him warmly with a pleasant smile. He didn’t give anything away until Addison had entered the room herself, clad in a matching bathrobe and hair damp like Izzie. She knew Addison would not dream of pressing charges against her brother, he was a top attorney with political aspirations and such an arrest would bring that down in tatters. Not to mention his family. His sons would be mortified should their father be charged with assault. One last check in the mirror confirmed Izzie looked as best she good under the circumstances and turned to leave. She picked up a box of chocolates from the hospital gift shop on her way back to Addison’s room, hoping to have an undisturbed bath with her lover later on in the hotel. She rounded the corner with an extra spring in her step and stopped suddenly in the doorway to Addison’s room. A visitor was sat in the chair next to Addison, their back to the door, Addison listening intently to whatever it was they were saying. As Addison noticed Izzie, she smiled apologetically before the visitor turned round. Izzie’s face dropped before she spoke.
“What are you doing here?”
AUTHOR: Sarah
RATING: R
PARINGS: Addison/Izzie
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, otherwise everyday would be Izzie/Addie day :D
WORD COUNT: 2000
SUMMARY: Sequel to Camping in Luxury which was the sequel to The Clichés of Camping. In today’s instalment, we hope Addison and the baby are ok.
NOTES: I've made Addie slightly younger than she is on Grey's ;-)
She got on to her hands and knees and rushed over to Addison, swiping at Matthew’s legs as she passed. “Addie, ohmygod.” She looked up at Matthew, “What have you done to her?”
“I didn’t mean to, it was an accident.” He rushed out.
“Addie, baby, can you hear me?” Addison was lying on her back, none responsive. “Did you see if she hit her head?” she asked Matthew.
“I don’t, I don’t know it all happened too fast.”
“Addison,” Izzie cried picking up Addison’s limp hand and feeling for a pulse. “wake up sweetheart.” The blonde was beginning to panic, years of training to become a doctor slowly seeping from her body. “Call an ambulance.” She shouted at Matthew.
“What should say?”
“Whatever the fuck you did to her.” She snapped. She leaned down to check Addison’s breathing and positioned her into the recovery position. Meanwhile, Matthew made a phone call to the emergency services.
It had seemed forever before the ambulance crew turned up.
“Her name is Addison Montgomery, 35 year old female, 10 weeks pregnant she was knocked to the ground and has been unconscious for approximately ten minutes.” Izzie reeled off, her professional tendencies kicking in at the realisation help was at hand.
“And you are?”
“I’m Dr Isobel Stevens, her partner.”
“Ok ma’am step back. What happened to you?” the short native New Yorker asked.
“He swung for me,” she pointed over at Matthew sitting in the corner, “and Addison got in the way.”
“Do you want us to call the police?”
“Yes, no, I don’t know, he’s her brother.” Izzie said. “Can we just get her to hospital please?”
“Yes ma’am. Would you like to ride with us?”
“Yes please.” The blonde confirmed. She took a moment to look at Matthew who looked forlorn in the corner, suddenly sober and very aware of his actions. He felt the intern’s eyes on him and looked up, tear stains on his face. Izzie rolled her eyes, why did men always make her feel one thing then totally change her mind the next? She took a slight bit of pity on him and walked over. He looked a lot like his father, tall and stocky with a wave of thick dark brown hair, his charcoal suit was crumpled, the purple tie loosened at the knot, his light blue shirt unbuttoned at the top. “You should call your parents, get them to go straight to the hospital. I’ll let you decide what you want to tell them.” She said and turned to follow the gurney out of the hotel room.
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“They’re running tests.” Izzie said as Addison’s parents entered the waiting area.
“Matthew told us what happened. We are so sorry Isobel, he feels dreadfully ashamed.”
“And so he should, our baby’s life is at risk because of him, and lord only knows what’s going on with Addie.”
“They haven’t told you anything?”
“Not a lot, because apparently I’m not family.”
“Right.” Dr Forbes-Montgomery rose from her chair, adorned a similar face to that of Addison’s angry ass-kicking face and made tracks towards the nurses station, never wavering or looking back.
“She’ll find out.” Gerard said.
“I don’t doubt that, I’ve seen that look on Addison’s face many a time.”
“I hope you haven’t been on the receiving end of that.”
“Once or twice.” Izzie chuckled.
“It’s not pleasant is it dear?” Gerard laughed. “Addison is so like her mother in a lot of ways.”
“I’ve caught glimpses.” The intern sighed.
“She’ll be ok, she’s tough as old boots is our Addie.”
“I know, I just wish I knew what was going on.”
“I know pumpkin.” Gerard said, using his term of endearment for Addison on Izzie, it didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde, but decided to let it slip, it was comforting in a way that she felt she had family with her when she needed it.
“Right, now you tell her.” Juliet said pointing at Izzie as she returned with a doctor looking much younger than the blonde intern. “Because she is Addison’s partner, girlfriend, other half, whatever you kids call it these days.” Izzie couldn’t help but smile at Juliet’s manner, despite the situation, it was rather amusing.
“Miss . . .”, the young doctor began, he reminded Izzie of George a little bit in his nervous approach.
“Doctor.” Juliet interrupted.
“Doctor Stevens. Your, erm, Ms . . .”
“Doctor.” Juliet interrupted once again.
“Doctor Montgomery has suffered a slight concussion, scans have shown no sign of damage and she is beginning to come around, she’s a little dazed but I anticipate a full recovery. But we would like to keep her in over night as a precaution.”
“And the baby?” Izzie asked quickly.
“We conducted a scan and there appears to be no trauma to the baby.”
Izzie let out a huge sigh of relief.
“Can I see her?” She asked. The doctor warily looked at Juliet who shot a look back at him.
“Of course you can, please follow me.”
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“Hey.” Addison croaked as she saw Izzie enter the room. She immediately frowned, looking at the stitches and dried blood at Izzie’s brow.
“What the hell happened to you?” Addison said, trying to sit up. Izzie rushed to her bedside, trying to calm her girlfriend down.
“Shhhh, don’t get up, you might feel a little dizzy.”
“Oh.” Addison’s hand shot to her head, her eyebrows raised.
“You ok?”
“Yeah, head rush.” Izzie frowned in a ‘I told you so’ manner. “So,” Addison stared, “what happened to your face Iz?” the blonde sat down and took Addison’s hand in her own.
“Do you remember anything that happened?” Izzie asked cautiously.
“Yeah,” she pondered, “Matthew was shouting, then you were shouting and then it’s all a bit hazy.”
Izzie sighed, she really didn’t want to have to tell Addison the next part, “Addie, he hit me and you stupidly tried to protect me and got in the way and you were knocked off your feet and banged your head.”
“He hit you?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes, he did, he wasn’t very nice Addie.”
“He had been drinking.” Addison recalled.
“Yeah, but he seemed remorseful afterward.” Izzie said.
“He pushed me over?”
“In a round about way, but I think he was feeling guilty over what happened to you rather than giving me this.” She pointed to her own face. “Has the doctor spoken to you?”
“Yeah, poor guy, told me he had met my mother.”
Izzie smiled at the thought of Juliet Forbes-Montgomery on the war path. “Yeah, she did me a favour. She got me in here, no one was telling me anything.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” Izzie smiled, squeezing the attending’s hand.
“I’m sorry our holiday sucks.” She smiled weakly. Addison was still beautiful, she was pale and sluggish, but to Izzie she was still the most beautiful woman in the world.
“I love you.” The blonde said.
“And I love you.” Addison said quizzically.
“How do we get ourselves into these situations?” the intern laughed nervously.
“It’s all about the drama my dear.” The redhead winked. “Come here.” She said, scooting over on the bed, making space for her girlfriend. Izzie kicked off her shoes and jumped up onto the bed. Addison lifted her head and rested it on the blonde’s shoulder. Izzie pulled her close whilst resting her other hand gently on Addison’s stomach and kissed the redhead lightly on the head.
Through the narrow window in the door stood the silhouette of a figure, head hung in shame as his father whispered in his ear, “Do you see what you almost destroyed?”
“Dad I’m sorry.”
“It will take more than that. I know it’s a shock Matthew, but look how happy Addison is, despite being laid up in a hospital bed and her vacation being ruined. She has all she needs right there.”
“I’m really, really sorry.”
“Your mother and I will have to decide what to do with you Matthew, this could ruin your career and I daresay your family if either of those two decide to press charges.”
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Morning had broken, Izzie had decided not to return to the hotel alone as her place was with Addison, she had little choice in the matter however, as the two had fallen asleep together on the hospital bed, the redhead gripping her tight, not wanting her to go. Addison awoke as the ward lights came on, she blinked at the unfamiliar and most unwelcome light, squinting as her eyes adjusted. The blonde beside her began to stir, she stretched and yawned, moaning as she shifted in her place, “I don’t want to go to school today mom.” Addison laughed at Izzie’s little performance, imagining her as a teenager being woken on a school day.
“Izzie.” Addison said in a sing-song voice, brushing hairs from the blonde’s face.
“No mom. No school.” This made the redhead chuckle louder, the blonde awakening with a start. She was unsure of her surroundings, her hair dishevelled and matted, panic and confusion reigned until she set eyes on an auburn beauty. “Oh, you’re not mom.”
“Err no.” The attending smiled.
“Thank goodness for that.” Izzie sighed as she leaned in to kiss Addison.
“Good morning.” The redhead smiled.
“Good morning to you too.” Izzie beamed. “I can take you home today.”
“Home, home or hotel home?”
“That’s up to you, we can hang around this little old city if you want to, or we can head west. I don’t mind.”
“It’ll be a shame to not take advantage of the city while we are here.”
“Ok, then, New York it is. I’m going to freshen up and grab a coffee, do you want anything?”
“Nu huh, no thanks, breakfast will be arriving shortly.”
“Mmmm.” Izzie said with mock enthusiasm. She sat up and swivelled, her feet touching the floor as she descended. As Izzie sat in the chair opposite the bed, she put on her shoes and tied the laces.
“How’s your face?”
“A little sore.”
“It’s bruising a bit.” Addison winced. Izzie rose her hand to her face and gently touched the slightly swollen, purpling area.
“I hope no one thinks you’re a wife beater.” Izzie giggled as she walked towards the door. She was gone before the words registered with Addison and could reply.
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The blonde had spent a good time grooming herself in the bathroom, running her fingers repeatedly through her hair, washing her face and checking out her bruising cut from several different angles, wincing at each, none looking any better than the previous. She resigned with a sigh, and contemplated once again why men were such ass holes. The way Addison had described her brother to her, never raised suspicion that he would react badly to their news. In fact, she thought, if anyone were to lash out it would have been Juliet, so when he had turned up at the hotel room, she had welcomed him warmly with a pleasant smile. He didn’t give anything away until Addison had entered the room herself, clad in a matching bathrobe and hair damp like Izzie. She knew Addison would not dream of pressing charges against her brother, he was a top attorney with political aspirations and such an arrest would bring that down in tatters. Not to mention his family. His sons would be mortified should their father be charged with assault. One last check in the mirror confirmed Izzie looked as best she good under the circumstances and turned to leave. She picked up a box of chocolates from the hospital gift shop on her way back to Addison’s room, hoping to have an undisturbed bath with her lover later on in the hotel. She rounded the corner with an extra spring in her step and stopped suddenly in the doorway to Addison’s room. A visitor was sat in the chair next to Addison, their back to the door, Addison listening intently to whatever it was they were saying. As Addison noticed Izzie, she smiled apologetically before the visitor turned round. Izzie’s face dropped before she spoke.
“What are you doing here?”