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Title: 10 Moments in Time
Pairing: Addison/Derek and Mark
Rating: PG
Summary: Written for the Multimedia Bingo Challenge at

tvrealm. Each drabble corresponds with a prompt (in bold).
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use.
Author’s Note: I don’t know why I ever think I’m going to branch out in fandoms with these challenges, because I don’t. Addie/Derek — OTP forever ♥

THE END
In the moment she heard the door click closed behind him on that rainy night, she would have sworn that was the worst day of her life and that nothing could ever be worse than that.

In the moment she signed her name on the line that signaled the end of her eleven-year marriage, she would have sworn that was the hardest thing she was ever going to have to do.

But in reality, putting the car into drive the morning she left for L.A. was harder than either of those moments, because she knew that once she put her foot on the gas pedal, there would be no turning back.

And for Addison, that was far worse than anything that came before.

JUST KISS THE GIRL
They were dressed in scrubs, hers way too big for her, covered in bodily fluids and gore, fresh from their first autopsy.

It was late and they were tired and hungry, and the night ahead was still full of hours of studying. The other students were grumbling and yawning, gathering their stuff up to leave. He could hear Mark at the other end of the room, flirting with a fellow classmate.

She was next to him, the girl he’d had a crush on since the first day of med school. But now, when she looked at him, her blue eyes were gleaming and her smile lit up her whole face, and he knew that she was the one.

“We did it, Derek!” she exclaimed.

Derek didn’t answer. He just leaned forward and finally kissed her.

BLISS
“This is the happiest moment of my life!” Addison exclaimed, turning her head to kiss her new husband on the lips.

“Right now?” Derek teased. “Not yesterday during the actual wedding? Not last night? You seemed pretty happy then.”

Addison blushed and hit his arm lightly.

“Stop it,” she said. “You know what I mean.”

“Do I?”

She rolled her eyes at him.

“We’re married, Derek,” she said, scooting over so she could snuggle into his chest. “We get to wake up together as a married couple every day. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

She sighed happily as Derek ran his fingers through her hair.

“Yeah,” he said. “Me too.”

SHINE
“She looks different.”

Mark frowned as he took a bite of his sandwich, staring inquisitively at his best friend next to him as said best friend never took his eyes off his new girlfriend.

Derek shrugged. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said. “She looks the same to me.”

“No.” Mark shook his head. “There is something different. She looks all …. shiny. And glowy.”

Derek took a bite of his own sandwich and didn’t answer.

“Ha!” Mark’s eyes lit up with realization.

“’Ha’ what?” Derek said.

Mark laughed. “You finally did it, didn’t you? You sealed the deal! You slept with her!”

“Mark. Please.” Derek shook his head, but he didn’t deny it. Mark smirked.

“That’s it,” Mark said. “She’s all after-sex shiny.”

“She is not,” Derek argued, but Mark just laughed.

“Oh, man. Yes, she is.”

DRESS UP
“You look beautiful.”

That’s what he used to tell her, all the time, almost every day. She had loved going to fancy parties and getting dressed up back when they were first married, because the way he had always looked at her when she was getting dressed made her feel like the luckiest girl in the world. And the way he looked at her when he undressed her later that night made her feel even luckier.

But now, as she carefully finished pulling her hair into its French braid and stepped into her high red heels, she wondered if he would even notice her at all.

Two hours later she had her answer.

THE FOUR SEASONS
They had their traditions. Every winter, the three of them would take a weekend off work and go skiing, where they’d chase each other down fresh white hills and spend the evenings sipping hot chocolate and Baileys.

In the spring, both men always brought her flowers, and she always promptly killed them all. (Never on purpose, but it always happened, which really is why Mark brought them to her. He found it hilarious that the woman who saved babies every day couldn’t keep a plant alive to save her own life.)

In summer, it was a trip to the Hamptons, and nights in the pool, sipping wine and telling jokes. It was also Mark finding any woman he could and pretending he didn’t see Addison and Derek when they would get a little carried away in the hot tub.

And in fall, it was walking through the leaves in Central Park, the three of them together, Addison in the middle, arms entwined and feet in sync.

But it was always Christmas that was the most special, lying on the living room floor and watching the dancing lights on the tree towering above them. It was their season, and years later, when they were all miles apart, they each still found themselves lying on the floor, watching the lights and remembering what could have been.

MEMORIES
His fingers traced the leather-bound album. It was faded and worn, the edges no longer smooth or shiny. In the distance, he could hear Meredith and Zola, knew they would come looking for him soon.

But for just a moment, he let himself open the book, to take in the faded pictures of the glowing bride and groom, her red hair flowing around her shoulders, his eyes looking only at her and not at the camera trained on them. They were so happy, so in love.

Derek sighed and tucked the book away, back into the spot he knew Meredith would never search.

It would have been seventeen years ago to the day. This was the one day of every year, he wished it had turned out different.

IMAGINE
“And then there will be a girl, and her name will be Carson, and she’ll have …”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Derek turned around from where he was making breakfast to look at his fiancée, who was reading bridal magazines at the kitchen table. “We’re naming a girl Carson?”

Addison looked up and frowned at him. “Yes,” she said.

“No,” Derek said.

“Yes,” she said again.

“No,” he answered back.

“Come on, Derek!” she argued. “I like it!”

Derek laughed. “Look, Addie, I love you, and I have already agreed to your plans to have a brownstone in Central Park, five kids and a horse, but I have to draw the line somewhere! We are not naming our daughter Carson.”

“Oh, but we are,” Addison said.

Derek turned back to his skillet of eggs. “You’re crazy,” he told her.

But seventeen years later, he let her name their daughter Carson.

ALL THE LONELY PEOPLE
“I’m lonely, Mark.” Her voice was barely a whisper, drowned out even more by the glass of wine in her mouth.

“I know,” he said.

“I want Derek to come home,” she said.

“I know.”

“I want him to care about me.”

“I know.”

“I want him to love me again.”

“I know.”

“I want things to change.”

“I know.”

Four hours and two bottles of wine later, she was wrapped in his arms.

“We shouldn’t have done this,” she said.

“I know.”

Four hours after that, he was holding her as she sobbed on the hard tile floor of the entranceway.

“He’s gone!” she cried.

“I know.”

Four weeks later, she looked up from her cup of coffee.

“I’m still lonely.”

He sighed.

“I know.”

HBIC
She walked into Seattle Grace, black clothes and high heels, red lips and red hair. She knew what they were going to say, but she didn’t care. She’d been called many things before. She had a tough skin.

Or so she had thought. But she hadn’t been prepared for how much it would sting, how hard it would be.

But through it all, she kept her head up. Never let them see you cry, her mother had taught her, and she never did.

But the last day she stepped into Seattle Grace, she pulled her black heels and her black skirt and her black shirt from the bottom of the closet. She curled her hair and painted her lips bright red.

She was going to be leaving, but she was going to be leaving on her terms. And she was going to make them sweat until she did.

After all, she was Addison Adrienne Forbes Montgomery formerly Shepherd for a reason.