"Wise Up" Derek/Addison end season 2
Hello all. This is my first-time creating a post in here and it's my first GA fic to boot (needless to say, I'm apprehensive)! I have some ideas, but I'm not sure if I should continue. As stated, I've never written Grey's before, the only fanfic I've written has been for General Hospital and I never finished those fics. But this idea kept popping up and I thought I'd give it a whirl. Thanks to some of the ladies in the doctorsmcdreamy community for encouraging me to post in here as well.
Title: Wise Up 1/?
Author: abelfan
Rating: PG-13? I think. I don't know, I've never rated any fic I've written before.
Summary: Derek and Addison are dealing or not dealing with each other and their marriage: end of season two, with my own spin on things.
Disclaimer: Fanfiction, only. No infringement intended. ABC, Touchstone Television, Shonda and Co. own Grey's Anatomy.
Addison Forbes Montgomery-Shepherd was tired. And not just in the physically tired from working non-stop for days at Seattle Grace sense. She was tired physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. Not just tired, drained. That was a better word to sum her up. She was drained and she was sick. She was sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Something had to give. Addison just didn't know what that something-or even someone-was.
She woke up at some ungodly hour of the morning-and really, most hours of the morning were ungodly-to the sound of her pager beeping beside her. Turning around in bed, she noticed her husband was sound asleep, curled up with his back facing her. That was the position she'd found him in most days. With his back to her. It was a small thing, but it was just one more thing that screamed "I'm shutting you out, Addison." That had started back in New York, before Mark, even.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Addison picked up the phone from its cradle and answered the page. A minute later, she eased herself up from the bed and stood wavering on the ground. Snap out of it, Addison, she told herself as she swayed, the room spinning in front of her.
Oh God, she muttered under her breath as she ran into the tiny bathroom in the tiny trailer and heaved. She didn't have time for this. She didn't have time for getting sick. She had patients to tend to-one in particular who needed an emergency c-section-and after all, she was Dr. Addison Forbes Montgomery-Shepherd and she was the best in her field so she would go to work, sick or not and do her best to ensure the lives of both mother and child.
Splashing cold water on her face, she looked at herself in the mirror. I look like hell. Addison gargled mouth wash, brushed her teeth, and applied the tiniest bit of makeup before picking up her rings and her watch on the nightstand. Derek was still soundly sleeping and when she leaned down to kiss him on the nape of his neck, he didn't stir so she left without a word to him.
"Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd," one of those pesky interns was questioning her two hours later.
"What is it now, O'Malley?"
The minute she'd said it, Addison felt bad for how abrasive she sounded. O'Malley was a good kid, but sometimes he could be too much to deal with, especially on a day she felt like crap.
"It's just," he began quietly, look down at his hands, "you don't look so good…I mean, not that you don't look good, because you always do and Alex even said you're McHot, which I agree with…"
Now the boy was rambling! "McHot?" she questioned.
He nodded, not saying anything.
Scrunching up her nose, she peered at the nervous intern. "Karev…never mind, O'Malley. I neither have the time nor the energy to worry about whatever Mc-name you and your fellow interns come up with. It's not cute; it's cutesy; and there is a difference."
George felt, for what must have been the 1,000th time since beginning his internship at Seattle Grace Hospital, like an idiot.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd."
Sighing, Addison wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and then washed her hands at the sink they were standing next to.
"It's all right, O'Malley, I'm sure you didn't start the nicknames."
Shaking his head, George said, "No. That was Izzie and Mere. . ."
Rolling her eyes, Addison muttered "It figures" under her breath. And it did figure that Stevens and Grey started that McDreamy nonsense.
"Enough of that. Now would you care to explain what you meant about me not looking well?"
"It's just, I mean you're really pale and your face was green during the surgery and I thought, well, I thought you might pass out, and I know I probably shouldn't say anything because after all, you're the attending in charge of me, but if you're sick that's not good and I wondered if you needed anything, if I can help you…"
Addison couldn't help but inwardly smile. He really was a kind, sweet soul. "I'm not feeling the greatest, O-Dr. O'Malley. There's a bug that's been going around here; I probably caught it, that's all. But I'll be fine."
"You sure?" George asked her once more.
Stifling a yawn, Addison walked out of the room and down the hall with George nipping at her heels. "Yes, I'm sure. Thank you. I'll be fine."
She wasn't fine, but hopefully if she was allowed a good 20-minute power nap, along with something to eat that was more substantial than a granola bar, and a cup of Juju, she would be better. She couldn't afford to get sick. She had patients to tend to. They needed her expertise. It was nice to be needed by someone, even if it wasn't by her husband. Sighing, Addison hope that she didn't get worse, but she knew that even if she did, it wasn't like her husband would take care of her like in the early days of their marriage. No, her husband would just give her one those "Not now, Addison" lines that he was so generous doling out these days.
Derek was getting a bagel and cream cheese (not as good as New York bagels, but then again, most things weren't as good as in New York) when he overheard O'Malley talking to Stevens.
"The She-Shepherd is sick?" he heard Stevens question and his ears perked up the tiniest bit because that meant that they were talking about Addison.
O'Malley nodded. "I swear, at one point during the surgery, it looked like she was going to pass out."
Izzie's eyes widened. "Wow. Well, it's probably that bug that everyone has gotten."
"That's what Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd said."
"You know," George began, taking a sip of his coffee, "sometimes I feel sorry for her."
Izzie's eyes practically bugged out. "But why, George?" she whined. "We're talking about the She-Shepherd, you know, the Wicked Witch of the East, the one who stole McDreamy from Meredith. She's Satan; even her own husband calls her that."
Having heard enough gossip about his wife (and now probably Meredith and himself), Derek left and headed to his office.
"She's really not that bad, Izzie. Besides, she is his wife," George reminded his best friend.
Izzie had to give him that.
As he sat in his office eating his bagel, Derek wondered just how sick Addison truly was. He thought that he heard her retching in the bathroom this morning. Sure, he pretended to be asleep, but in reality he heard his wife's pager go off, he heard her sighing and getting out of bed, and he heard her in the bathroom. Even a few years ago, Derek would have run into the bathroom and held back her hair as she vomited. He would have gotten a warm washcloth to place on the nape of her neck, he would have washed her face for her, and if he thought she looked really bad, he would have insisted that she stay home-which would have led to an argument because Addison hated being sick and even more, she hated missing work, but he would win-and he would call the chief and then make sure she was okay. But now? Now Derek was feigning sleep to avoid his wife.
Derek wasn't an inherently cruel person. He didn't wish Addison ill-at least not physically. He hoped she was okay, but that was the extent. His feelings for Addison were complicated. Truth be told, he didn't know how he felt about her anymore. Sure, she was still his wife, still Dr. Addison Forbes Montgomery-Shepherd, but was it in name only? She thought they were getting somewhere, and he did tell her that he was "working on it" but in actuality, he wasn't working on it. It was hard. And Derek didn't like hard. He wanted easy. He wanted his life uncomplicated. He wanted it to be Seattle before Addison came dressed in Prada from head-to-toe to announce to everyone (well, really just Meredith) that she was Mrs. Derek Shepherd. Thinking farther back, he wanted it to be in New York before he caught his best friend of over thirty years in flagrante delicto with his wife.
But Derek couldn't erase the image out of his head, no matter how much Addison apologized or how many therapy sessions they attended. And he couldn't erase the feelings he had for Meredith Grey. He loved her, at least that's what he told Addison on Christmas. Had he really been that heartless that he told his wife on their holiday that he was in love with another woman? The old Derek never would have done that. But this wasn't the old Derek. And yet, it wasn't the new Derek either.
Derek didn't know who he was, he didn't know who his wife was. He didn't know if he loved his wife anymore, if he even wanted in this marriage. Addison had given him divorce papers months ago, but he chose her and remained in their marriage, not putting forth much effort (and yes, he was a bastard who knew that but he wouldn't admit it to Addison), with lingering feelings for the young intern. So the question remained: why did he stay in the marriage? Was it really a sense of duty, of obligation? Or was there another reason? Somewhere inside him, did Derek still have deeper feelings for Addison?
As he was contemplating this, his beeper went off and he pushed those thoughts aside as he headed to an exam room. Addison will have to wait, he thought to himself.
It's not
What you thought
When you first began it
You got
What you want
Now you can hardly stand it though,
By now you know
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
--Wise Up by Aimee Mann
Title: Wise Up 1/?
Author: abelfan
Rating: PG-13? I think. I don't know, I've never rated any fic I've written before.
Summary: Derek and Addison are dealing or not dealing with each other and their marriage: end of season two, with my own spin on things.
Disclaimer: Fanfiction, only. No infringement intended. ABC, Touchstone Television, Shonda and Co. own Grey's Anatomy.
Addison Forbes Montgomery-Shepherd was tired. And not just in the physically tired from working non-stop for days at Seattle Grace sense. She was tired physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. Not just tired, drained. That was a better word to sum her up. She was drained and she was sick. She was sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Something had to give. Addison just didn't know what that something-or even someone-was.
She woke up at some ungodly hour of the morning-and really, most hours of the morning were ungodly-to the sound of her pager beeping beside her. Turning around in bed, she noticed her husband was sound asleep, curled up with his back facing her. That was the position she'd found him in most days. With his back to her. It was a small thing, but it was just one more thing that screamed "I'm shutting you out, Addison." That had started back in New York, before Mark, even.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Addison picked up the phone from its cradle and answered the page. A minute later, she eased herself up from the bed and stood wavering on the ground. Snap out of it, Addison, she told herself as she swayed, the room spinning in front of her.
Oh God, she muttered under her breath as she ran into the tiny bathroom in the tiny trailer and heaved. She didn't have time for this. She didn't have time for getting sick. She had patients to tend to-one in particular who needed an emergency c-section-and after all, she was Dr. Addison Forbes Montgomery-Shepherd and she was the best in her field so she would go to work, sick or not and do her best to ensure the lives of both mother and child.
Splashing cold water on her face, she looked at herself in the mirror. I look like hell. Addison gargled mouth wash, brushed her teeth, and applied the tiniest bit of makeup before picking up her rings and her watch on the nightstand. Derek was still soundly sleeping and when she leaned down to kiss him on the nape of his neck, he didn't stir so she left without a word to him.
"Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd," one of those pesky interns was questioning her two hours later.
"What is it now, O'Malley?"
The minute she'd said it, Addison felt bad for how abrasive she sounded. O'Malley was a good kid, but sometimes he could be too much to deal with, especially on a day she felt like crap.
"It's just," he began quietly, look down at his hands, "you don't look so good…I mean, not that you don't look good, because you always do and Alex even said you're McHot, which I agree with…"
Now the boy was rambling! "McHot?" she questioned.
He nodded, not saying anything.
Scrunching up her nose, she peered at the nervous intern. "Karev…never mind, O'Malley. I neither have the time nor the energy to worry about whatever Mc-name you and your fellow interns come up with. It's not cute; it's cutesy; and there is a difference."
George felt, for what must have been the 1,000th time since beginning his internship at Seattle Grace Hospital, like an idiot.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd."
Sighing, Addison wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and then washed her hands at the sink they were standing next to.
"It's all right, O'Malley, I'm sure you didn't start the nicknames."
Shaking his head, George said, "No. That was Izzie and Mere. . ."
Rolling her eyes, Addison muttered "It figures" under her breath. And it did figure that Stevens and Grey started that McDreamy nonsense.
"Enough of that. Now would you care to explain what you meant about me not looking well?"
"It's just, I mean you're really pale and your face was green during the surgery and I thought, well, I thought you might pass out, and I know I probably shouldn't say anything because after all, you're the attending in charge of me, but if you're sick that's not good and I wondered if you needed anything, if I can help you…"
Addison couldn't help but inwardly smile. He really was a kind, sweet soul. "I'm not feeling the greatest, O-Dr. O'Malley. There's a bug that's been going around here; I probably caught it, that's all. But I'll be fine."
"You sure?" George asked her once more.
Stifling a yawn, Addison walked out of the room and down the hall with George nipping at her heels. "Yes, I'm sure. Thank you. I'll be fine."
She wasn't fine, but hopefully if she was allowed a good 20-minute power nap, along with something to eat that was more substantial than a granola bar, and a cup of Juju, she would be better. She couldn't afford to get sick. She had patients to tend to. They needed her expertise. It was nice to be needed by someone, even if it wasn't by her husband. Sighing, Addison hope that she didn't get worse, but she knew that even if she did, it wasn't like her husband would take care of her like in the early days of their marriage. No, her husband would just give her one those "Not now, Addison" lines that he was so generous doling out these days.
Derek was getting a bagel and cream cheese (not as good as New York bagels, but then again, most things weren't as good as in New York) when he overheard O'Malley talking to Stevens.
"The She-Shepherd is sick?" he heard Stevens question and his ears perked up the tiniest bit because that meant that they were talking about Addison.
O'Malley nodded. "I swear, at one point during the surgery, it looked like she was going to pass out."
Izzie's eyes widened. "Wow. Well, it's probably that bug that everyone has gotten."
"That's what Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd said."
"You know," George began, taking a sip of his coffee, "sometimes I feel sorry for her."
Izzie's eyes practically bugged out. "But why, George?" she whined. "We're talking about the She-Shepherd, you know, the Wicked Witch of the East, the one who stole McDreamy from Meredith. She's Satan; even her own husband calls her that."
Having heard enough gossip about his wife (and now probably Meredith and himself), Derek left and headed to his office.
"She's really not that bad, Izzie. Besides, she is his wife," George reminded his best friend.
Izzie had to give him that.
As he sat in his office eating his bagel, Derek wondered just how sick Addison truly was. He thought that he heard her retching in the bathroom this morning. Sure, he pretended to be asleep, but in reality he heard his wife's pager go off, he heard her sighing and getting out of bed, and he heard her in the bathroom. Even a few years ago, Derek would have run into the bathroom and held back her hair as she vomited. He would have gotten a warm washcloth to place on the nape of her neck, he would have washed her face for her, and if he thought she looked really bad, he would have insisted that she stay home-which would have led to an argument because Addison hated being sick and even more, she hated missing work, but he would win-and he would call the chief and then make sure she was okay. But now? Now Derek was feigning sleep to avoid his wife.
Derek wasn't an inherently cruel person. He didn't wish Addison ill-at least not physically. He hoped she was okay, but that was the extent. His feelings for Addison were complicated. Truth be told, he didn't know how he felt about her anymore. Sure, she was still his wife, still Dr. Addison Forbes Montgomery-Shepherd, but was it in name only? She thought they were getting somewhere, and he did tell her that he was "working on it" but in actuality, he wasn't working on it. It was hard. And Derek didn't like hard. He wanted easy. He wanted his life uncomplicated. He wanted it to be Seattle before Addison came dressed in Prada from head-to-toe to announce to everyone (well, really just Meredith) that she was Mrs. Derek Shepherd. Thinking farther back, he wanted it to be in New York before he caught his best friend of over thirty years in flagrante delicto with his wife.
But Derek couldn't erase the image out of his head, no matter how much Addison apologized or how many therapy sessions they attended. And he couldn't erase the feelings he had for Meredith Grey. He loved her, at least that's what he told Addison on Christmas. Had he really been that heartless that he told his wife on their holiday that he was in love with another woman? The old Derek never would have done that. But this wasn't the old Derek. And yet, it wasn't the new Derek either.
Derek didn't know who he was, he didn't know who his wife was. He didn't know if he loved his wife anymore, if he even wanted in this marriage. Addison had given him divorce papers months ago, but he chose her and remained in their marriage, not putting forth much effort (and yes, he was a bastard who knew that but he wouldn't admit it to Addison), with lingering feelings for the young intern. So the question remained: why did he stay in the marriage? Was it really a sense of duty, of obligation? Or was there another reason? Somewhere inside him, did Derek still have deeper feelings for Addison?
As he was contemplating this, his beeper went off and he pushed those thoughts aside as he headed to an exam room. Addison will have to wait, he thought to himself.
It's not
What you thought
When you first began it
You got
What you want
Now you can hardly stand it though,
By now you know
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
It's not going to stop
'Til you wise up
--Wise Up by Aimee Mann