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scurvyknavery) wrote2009-10-10 06:44 pm
scurvyknavery) wrote2009-10-10 06:44 pm
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Fic: It's Not Like Miss Manners Writes Guidelines For This (GA, Addison/Derek/Mark, PG)
Originally posted 29 May, 2006.
Title: It's Not Like Miss Manners Writes Guidelines For This
Pairing: Addison/Derek/Mark.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Later, he will lie about this. He will tell Meredith Grey that he realized they were having sex when he opened the door.
Derek knows, the minute he walks through the front door. He knows that Addison is home, and Mark is home, and he hears laughing that means when he gets upstairs, he'll see them sharing a bottle of wine and cracking jokes, just like when they were interns. And he needs that, because it's been a day, and he needs an hour to have a responsible amount of alcohol and not be a surgeon with his wife and his best friend. He saves lives. He deserves that much.
He's so caught up in his own thoughts, he doesn't notice that the noise he heard downstairs isn't Addison laughing. Doesn't notice until he recalls it days later that he should have known before he opened the door.
Later, he will lie about this. He will tell Meredith Grey that he realized they were having sex when he opened the door.
He notices Addison, hears "yes" and "please" and "oh god" in that tone that he'd thought she only used with him. Sees a man's back, assumes it's Mark from the blonde hair and the jacket downstairs, and walks into the closet without a word. He feels like his brain is running at half-speed. He knows he's very angry about something, but he's having trouble figuring out what it is, and he's sure it has something to do with Addison and Mark. Derek gets halfway through packing a bag before it actually hits him that his wife is in the next room, having sex with another man. No, she's in the same room. His wife is in the same room, because the closet doesn't count as a room, having sex with another man.
Shoes. He's going to need an extra pair of shoes.
Addison is scrambling to cover herself with a sheet, find some clothes. Her hair is tousled and her eyes are wide and she's blushing, and the only thing Derek can think right now is God, she's beautiful. He hates her for it. Mark is looking for his pants, not meeting anybody's eyes, and even though Mark could break him Derek knocks him with his shoulder while he moves to the dresser. He's earned that right.
"Derek."
Why does she sound so upset? He's found his shoes, and he's standing in the middle of the room with his bag. She touches his arm when he starts pulling pairs of boxers out of the dresser. He stares at her until she moves away. "Derek, what are you doing?"
He opens the next drawer, the one with his jeans, but he doesn't respond. And he doesn't understand why she doesn't get it, why she can't know that speaking to her right now is more than he can bear. If she loved him, she'd know that, and. . .well. He won't allow himself the luxury of wondering if she ever did until he's shopping for trailers on the other side of the country.
"Derek, I'm sorry."
"Shepherd. Man, I'm -"
"Don't lie to me, Mark. Don't you dare say you're sorry."
"Will you at least talk to your wife?"
He feels himself flinch at the word 'wife.' Feels something inside him snap at the way Mark is speaking to him like he's a bad husband, when Mark is the one at fault here. "You're my best friend, Mark. I might have married a whore, but you're my best friend. At least out of respect for me, you could have kept it in your pants."
Derek is only vaguely aware that Addison is crying. He needs to be somewhere else. He's already somewhere else in his head, trying to decide which is the nearest hotel, calculating rental car fees.
"Goodbye, Addison." It's the first time he's addressed her since he came home. He says it like he's going down the street for a cup of coffee.
He's lying.
He doesn't leave just then, he can't. He has to come back, has to wait until Addison's next shift. Has to take a moment to breathe, because he can't get over how surreal it is that she's not his wife anymore, but he still knows the little things like her shift schedule. Because yesterday, they were married.
He has to take a minute to refuse to be upset, because this was her decision. He's not going to let it affect him.
He has to come back and take the sheets, even though she bought them for him as a joke one year, and he hates flannel so much that he's wanted to get rid of them ever since. But there was something seeing her wrapped in them, shiny with sweat with Mark on top of her and happy like she had the right to be. He loves those sheets more now than he ever did when they were just the sheets they put on the bed when the ones they liked were dirty and there was no time to do laundry. He packs them carefully, tries not to think of her as a whore when the sheets are still stained and the room is a mess.
Derek hopes there's an explanation for why Addi- why she hasn't cleaned. It must be an emergency surgery, because it can't be that she's upset. People only do this sort of thing on purpose.
But he's not going to give her the satisfaction of leaving him. So he leaves her first.
Title: It's Not Like Miss Manners Writes Guidelines For This
Pairing: Addison/Derek/Mark.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Later, he will lie about this. He will tell Meredith Grey that he realized they were having sex when he opened the door.
Derek knows, the minute he walks through the front door. He knows that Addison is home, and Mark is home, and he hears laughing that means when he gets upstairs, he'll see them sharing a bottle of wine and cracking jokes, just like when they were interns. And he needs that, because it's been a day, and he needs an hour to have a responsible amount of alcohol and not be a surgeon with his wife and his best friend. He saves lives. He deserves that much.
He's so caught up in his own thoughts, he doesn't notice that the noise he heard downstairs isn't Addison laughing. Doesn't notice until he recalls it days later that he should have known before he opened the door.
Later, he will lie about this. He will tell Meredith Grey that he realized they were having sex when he opened the door.
He notices Addison, hears "yes" and "please" and "oh god" in that tone that he'd thought she only used with him. Sees a man's back, assumes it's Mark from the blonde hair and the jacket downstairs, and walks into the closet without a word. He feels like his brain is running at half-speed. He knows he's very angry about something, but he's having trouble figuring out what it is, and he's sure it has something to do with Addison and Mark. Derek gets halfway through packing a bag before it actually hits him that his wife is in the next room, having sex with another man. No, she's in the same room. His wife is in the same room, because the closet doesn't count as a room, having sex with another man.
Shoes. He's going to need an extra pair of shoes.
Addison is scrambling to cover herself with a sheet, find some clothes. Her hair is tousled and her eyes are wide and she's blushing, and the only thing Derek can think right now is God, she's beautiful. He hates her for it. Mark is looking for his pants, not meeting anybody's eyes, and even though Mark could break him Derek knocks him with his shoulder while he moves to the dresser. He's earned that right.
"Derek."
Why does she sound so upset? He's found his shoes, and he's standing in the middle of the room with his bag. She touches his arm when he starts pulling pairs of boxers out of the dresser. He stares at her until she moves away. "Derek, what are you doing?"
He opens the next drawer, the one with his jeans, but he doesn't respond. And he doesn't understand why she doesn't get it, why she can't know that speaking to her right now is more than he can bear. If she loved him, she'd know that, and. . .well. He won't allow himself the luxury of wondering if she ever did until he's shopping for trailers on the other side of the country.
"Derek, I'm sorry."
"Shepherd. Man, I'm -"
"Don't lie to me, Mark. Don't you dare say you're sorry."
"Will you at least talk to your wife?"
He feels himself flinch at the word 'wife.' Feels something inside him snap at the way Mark is speaking to him like he's a bad husband, when Mark is the one at fault here. "You're my best friend, Mark. I might have married a whore, but you're my best friend. At least out of respect for me, you could have kept it in your pants."
Derek is only vaguely aware that Addison is crying. He needs to be somewhere else. He's already somewhere else in his head, trying to decide which is the nearest hotel, calculating rental car fees.
"Goodbye, Addison." It's the first time he's addressed her since he came home. He says it like he's going down the street for a cup of coffee.
He's lying.
He doesn't leave just then, he can't. He has to come back, has to wait until Addison's next shift. Has to take a moment to breathe, because he can't get over how surreal it is that she's not his wife anymore, but he still knows the little things like her shift schedule. Because yesterday, they were married.
He has to take a minute to refuse to be upset, because this was her decision. He's not going to let it affect him.
He has to come back and take the sheets, even though she bought them for him as a joke one year, and he hates flannel so much that he's wanted to get rid of them ever since. But there was something seeing her wrapped in them, shiny with sweat with Mark on top of her and happy like she had the right to be. He loves those sheets more now than he ever did when they were just the sheets they put on the bed when the ones they liked were dirty and there was no time to do laundry. He packs them carefully, tries not to think of her as a whore when the sheets are still stained and the room is a mess.
Derek hopes there's an explanation for why Addi- why she hasn't cleaned. It must be an emergency surgery, because it can't be that she's upset. People only do this sort of thing on purpose.
But he's not going to give her the satisfaction of leaving him. So he leaves her first.
Ooh
And a kind Derek here