Fix You
Title: Fix You
Pairing: Addison/Izzie
Wordcount: 795
Numero dos is up. It's actually really interesting writing these two characters, I thoroughly enjoy it, and I hope you enjoy reading it as well. :)
Chapter Two
The second time you talked with her was on one of the worst days of your life. Denny’s LVAD battery went out and he was suddenly rushed to the OR to get it replaced. On top of all that, Alex was picked for the surgery instead of you. You know you shouldn’t fall for a patient, and you tell yourself that you’re not, but then you realize you’re in the gallery, eagerly watching them replace Denny’s LVAD battery as a tear escapes and lightly traces down your cheek.
And now, you find yourself in the exact place you talked with her before. It’s not like you were expecting to meet her here or something. You close your eyes, finding that they closed a lot easier than expected and you realize it’s because of today and how it really was one of the worst days of your life.
“Is this seat taken?” You open your eyes and see her standing before you, looking a whole lot worse than you do, but still managing to look nothing short of amazing.
You feel your throat tighten, but you somehow manage to mutter a low, “No.”
You watch as she slides down the wall and lands only inches away from you. She breathes heavily and you realize that she’s worse off than you are.
“It never gets easier does it?” She asks, and you’re about to ask her what she means until she says, “Watching them.” And then you know she’s talking about Meredith and Derek.
You don’t know what you should say, or if you should even say anything at all. It’s then that you hear her sniff and you look over to find a tear trickle down her face.
“I thought I’d be stronger than this.” She confessed. “I mean … I was the one who drew up the divorce papers so that he could be with … Meredith. But every time I look at them-” She stopped suddenly to take a deep breath in. “It just hurts.” She whispered the last part, or at least it sounded as if she did. She was struggling to keep her composure. You didn’t know if you should comfort her or not. You want to, but you don’t know if you’re friends so much as two people who find solace in each other.
It seemed like minutes had passed before either one of you said anything until she broke the silence. “I’m sorry for unloading this on you.” She said, a hint of laughter in her voice.
“No, it’s good, to talk about it I mean. And anyways, you’re just returning the favor.” She nods, probably because she remembered what you had told her just yesterday.
You know you should be asking her this, but it’s been bothering you all day, so you ask. “Have you ever … felt a certain way about a patient?”
She smiles. “Explain ‘felt a certain way’.”
You find yourself smiling as well. “I mean have you ever fallen for a patient?”
“Well my patients tend to be pregnant women so … no Stevens, I’d have to say no.” The tone of her voice gives away that she’s on the brink of laughing, but she refrains from doing so. You, don’t however.
“Right, sorry.” You mentally kick yourself for having forgotten her line of work.
“Why do you ask?” She asks in a serious voice.
“Oh, no reason.” You try and play off innocently.
“Denny Duquette.” She says, not even a second after.
You turn to her, your mouth hung open a little. “How’d you know?”
She smiled slightly and said, “I could say I’m psychic, but … I asked around for you the other day and one of the nurses said you were with him.”
“Ah.” You thought about what she said for a moment. “Wait, you were looking for me?” You asked her. For some strange reason you were flattered by her statement.
She shrugged. “Needed to see a familiar face.”
“Bad day?” You questioned.
“No, just not a good one. Rather like today actually.”
“Yeah …” You silently wonder what it was that had bothered her today, but you didn’t feel like bringing it up. Instead you said, “You know, if you ever feel like getting a drink sometime, I mean after a day like today it might feel good to-”
“Drink my troubles away?” She offered. Smiling, she nodded. “Tempting, I just might take you up on that offer some night.” Leaning over, she looks at a clock hanging on a nearby wall. She sighs and says, “Well I better get back. Good talking to you again Stevens.” Before she gets up however, she pats your leg affectionately, and you think that maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.