The road was long but I ran it, there's a fire in my heart and you fan it: Derek/Addison
1.
“This is trout,” she deadpanned.
Derek beamed at her and picked up his fork. “This is trout,” she tried again.
Derek nodded and leaned forward this time. “Yeah, I came early from work, pushed back my surgeries and made trout kebab. I know you used to like chicken kebab back in Manhattan. This is exactly like that.” He paused. “Well, except for the chicken.”
“But this is fish,” Addison tried again, “I hate fish. Hate, hate, hate fish. And now you’re going fishing at five--”
“Addison--”
“-in the morning and making trout like--”
“Addison--”
“-a common… what?”
Derek smiled at her flushed face; she looked endearing when with her hair all over the place and two bright red splotches on her cheek. He knew he had about ten seconds before she started hitting him with the trout.
“Addison,” he tried again; his voice the perfect epitome of calm, “I didn’t fish for this. I went to the store and bought it. I know how you don’t like freshwater fish…”
She looked at him for a second before tentatively taking a bite.
“It’s good,” she said softly. “Not chicken good, but good.”
He smiled again. He’d missed this: arguing over inane things when they both knew she would get her way anyway.
“We should cook sometimes, you know, like we used to.” Addison ventured after a few minutes.
He nodded. “Yeah. I can go in late tomorrow. Want to cook breakfast together?”
She smiled. “Yeah.”
He piped up again after a few minutes of silent trout-chewing.
“Addison?”
“Yeah?”
“Want to go fishing?”
2.
“I need to know the name of a good lingerie store,” he announced not-so-quietly as he slammed his coffee cup down next to Burke in the cafeteria.
One of Burke’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows made their journey upwards.
“It’s for Addison,” he explained, “I want to make things right with her again. And I thought tonight I would…you know.” He flailed his arms around, trying to get the message across.
Unfortunately, Preston wasn’t as good at interpreting flailing gestures as he was at cardiothoracic surgery, and Derek sighed.
“You know…we would rekindle our relationship.”
Preston frowned. “So take her to dinner?”
Derek shook his head. “Yeah, yeah, but this would be a good gift…”
“But give her earrings, or maybe a nice necklace,” Preston ventured, and Derek felt the first telltale signs of a headache.
“I want to have sex with my wife!” He shouted out. “Can you tell me a good lingerie store?” He asked, frustrated, ignoring Preston’s frantic gestures. Exactly why the man would suddenly feel the need to wink at him was beyond him.
“Derek?”
Oh. That could be the reason.
He turned back to see Addison (and half the cafeteria) looking at him concernedly, and biting back an urge to snap something like I’m not insane, he turned back to his wife.
“Derek? What the hell are you doing?”
He smiled sheepishly and scratched his head. “I… want to have sex with you?” he ventured and closed his eyes, waiting for the explosion that’s coming any minute.
4… 3… 2… 1…
He opened his eyes and looked at her. Was she smiling?
He quickly brushed past her before he felt like he had to go consult a psychiatrist.
“There’s a Victoria’s Secret just around the corner,” Addison called out from behind him.
3.
“I think we should do it,” he said, resolutely, as he kicked off his shoes after a long surgery in the OR.
Addison frowned. “Do what?”
“The thing you always wanted to try out.”
The frown deepened. “You want to do the swapping-your-underwear thing?”
He blushed, mortified at the mental picture of having to wear a thong to work.
“No. I meant the threesome thing.”
The frown deepened further. “You want to have a threesome with Meredith and myself to see who you want to stay with? That’s low, even for you.”
Derek frowned this time and rubbed his temples.
This, he thought, was why they never should’ve fought in the first place. Miscommunication, thy name is Derek Shepherd.
“No.” He emphasized his point with an eye roll. “We could have it with… Mark, if you like.”
Addison’s eyebrows rose so high that Derek wasn’t able to distinguish them from her hairline. “You mean to say,” she said carefully, emphasizing every word, “that you want to have a threesome with the man I cheated on you with. You want to voluntarily watch me sleep with your ex-best friend? The guy you just punched?”
Derek shrugged. “It would strengthen our marriage. And besides,” he smiled widely, “I can show you just how much better I am at bed.”
Addison smirked, and for a second he thought she would come over and hug him. Instead she took out his phone and punched a number, deadpan all the way.
“Hello, Mark?”
4.
“I have a surprise for you!” Derek exclaimed, bobbing up and down as Addison slammed the door behind her. He pushed the lumpy package towards her before she even had the chance to take off her coat.
“What is this?” She asked doubtfully.
“You’ll see,” he smiled. She was going to be so happy, he thought, with no small amount of glee.
She tore open the package, looked all over, and stared back at him.
“Is this a joke that I’m not getting?”
He grinned widely. “No, I know you use this stuff. And all devoted husbands should do this at least once in their lifetimes. So I decided to get this for you.”
“So you got me tampons?”
His smile wavered slightly. “Well, you do use them,” he tried to rationalize.
“You seriously thought,” she fumed, throwing the package back to him, “that you would win me over by tampons?”
He scratched his head. “Well, they are economical. And I noticed you would need them soon enough.”
“You keep a chart of my menstrual cycle?”
“No… I just did some calculations. And I thought… are you laughing?”
She shook her head and disappeared into the bathroom.
“At least try to get the right one next time, would you?”
“This is trout,” she deadpanned.
Derek beamed at her and picked up his fork. “This is trout,” she tried again.
Derek nodded and leaned forward this time. “Yeah, I came early from work, pushed back my surgeries and made trout kebab. I know you used to like chicken kebab back in Manhattan. This is exactly like that.” He paused. “Well, except for the chicken.”
“But this is fish,” Addison tried again, “I hate fish. Hate, hate, hate fish. And now you’re going fishing at five--”
“Addison--”
“-in the morning and making trout like--”
“Addison--”
“-a common… what?”
Derek smiled at her flushed face; she looked endearing when with her hair all over the place and two bright red splotches on her cheek. He knew he had about ten seconds before she started hitting him with the trout.
“Addison,” he tried again; his voice the perfect epitome of calm, “I didn’t fish for this. I went to the store and bought it. I know how you don’t like freshwater fish…”
She looked at him for a second before tentatively taking a bite.
“It’s good,” she said softly. “Not chicken good, but good.”
He smiled again. He’d missed this: arguing over inane things when they both knew she would get her way anyway.
“We should cook sometimes, you know, like we used to.” Addison ventured after a few minutes.
He nodded. “Yeah. I can go in late tomorrow. Want to cook breakfast together?”
She smiled. “Yeah.”
He piped up again after a few minutes of silent trout-chewing.
“Addison?”
“Yeah?”
“Want to go fishing?”
2.
“I need to know the name of a good lingerie store,” he announced not-so-quietly as he slammed his coffee cup down next to Burke in the cafeteria.
One of Burke’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows made their journey upwards.
“It’s for Addison,” he explained, “I want to make things right with her again. And I thought tonight I would…you know.” He flailed his arms around, trying to get the message across.
Unfortunately, Preston wasn’t as good at interpreting flailing gestures as he was at cardiothoracic surgery, and Derek sighed.
“You know…we would rekindle our relationship.”
Preston frowned. “So take her to dinner?”
Derek shook his head. “Yeah, yeah, but this would be a good gift…”
“But give her earrings, or maybe a nice necklace,” Preston ventured, and Derek felt the first telltale signs of a headache.
“I want to have sex with my wife!” He shouted out. “Can you tell me a good lingerie store?” He asked, frustrated, ignoring Preston’s frantic gestures. Exactly why the man would suddenly feel the need to wink at him was beyond him.
“Derek?”
Oh. That could be the reason.
He turned back to see Addison (and half the cafeteria) looking at him concernedly, and biting back an urge to snap something like I’m not insane, he turned back to his wife.
“Derek? What the hell are you doing?”
He smiled sheepishly and scratched his head. “I… want to have sex with you?” he ventured and closed his eyes, waiting for the explosion that’s coming any minute.
4… 3… 2… 1…
He opened his eyes and looked at her. Was she smiling?
He quickly brushed past her before he felt like he had to go consult a psychiatrist.
“There’s a Victoria’s Secret just around the corner,” Addison called out from behind him.
3.
“I think we should do it,” he said, resolutely, as he kicked off his shoes after a long surgery in the OR.
Addison frowned. “Do what?”
“The thing you always wanted to try out.”
The frown deepened. “You want to do the swapping-your-underwear thing?”
He blushed, mortified at the mental picture of having to wear a thong to work.
“No. I meant the threesome thing.”
The frown deepened further. “You want to have a threesome with Meredith and myself to see who you want to stay with? That’s low, even for you.”
Derek frowned this time and rubbed his temples.
This, he thought, was why they never should’ve fought in the first place. Miscommunication, thy name is Derek Shepherd.
“No.” He emphasized his point with an eye roll. “We could have it with… Mark, if you like.”
Addison’s eyebrows rose so high that Derek wasn’t able to distinguish them from her hairline. “You mean to say,” she said carefully, emphasizing every word, “that you want to have a threesome with the man I cheated on you with. You want to voluntarily watch me sleep with your ex-best friend? The guy you just punched?”
Derek shrugged. “It would strengthen our marriage. And besides,” he smiled widely, “I can show you just how much better I am at bed.”
Addison smirked, and for a second he thought she would come over and hug him. Instead she took out his phone and punched a number, deadpan all the way.
“Hello, Mark?”
4.
“I have a surprise for you!” Derek exclaimed, bobbing up and down as Addison slammed the door behind her. He pushed the lumpy package towards her before she even had the chance to take off her coat.
“What is this?” She asked doubtfully.
“You’ll see,” he smiled. She was going to be so happy, he thought, with no small amount of glee.
She tore open the package, looked all over, and stared back at him.
“Is this a joke that I’m not getting?”
He grinned widely. “No, I know you use this stuff. And all devoted husbands should do this at least once in their lifetimes. So I decided to get this for you.”
“So you got me tampons?”
His smile wavered slightly. “Well, you do use them,” he tried to rationalize.
“You seriously thought,” she fumed, throwing the package back to him, “that you would win me over by tampons?”
He scratched his head. “Well, they are economical. And I noticed you would need them soon enough.”
“You keep a chart of my menstrual cycle?”
“No… I just did some calculations. And I thought… are you laughing?”
She shook her head and disappeared into the bathroom.
“At least try to get the right one next time, would you?”