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Title: Settling Scores By Burning Bridges
Pairing: Sam/Addison
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 610
A/N: I'm looking forward to their ending almost more than their beginning. Tomorrow something more on the fluffier end of the spectrum. Enjoy-
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Settling Scores By Burning Bridges
- Maylene & The Sons of Disaster
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Addison found it to be a rather plain week in the grand scheme of their relationship. On Monday they shared drinks at the local watering hole with a few of their colleagues, hands untangled at the behest of Naomi. Tuesday, Sam had a late surgery and Addison spent her night with Milo, a few flimsy boxes of Chinese food and a documentary that she's already forgotten. Wednesday was used to hash out work, what they could reasonably afford for bonuses in the wake of the merger and mounting employees, and they only agreement they arrived at was that despite the conjoined name they still felt like they were very different practices. On Thursday, Amelia drug both of their “boring, hot asses” out for a spicy dinner and mediocre salsa dancing at her new favorite dive. And Friday lent itself to their perfect version of staying in- lazy feet draped over laps, respective books, light kisses, and warm blankets.
She spent Saturday morning researching at her desk, Sam out for a run on the beach shirtless. She had wished to join him, but had far too many things to catch up on and promised to meet him for lunch which consisted of wilted lettuce, warm water, and bland dressing in the hospital cafeteria after Sam had been called in for a consult from Pete who was on an ER rotation (proving to be a great resource for the floundering “Oceanside Wellcare”).
He's under her now, late Sunday afternoon, bearing the scrutiny of her confusion, literally pinned to the thin mattress of the lounge chair out on her deck. And she thinks it fitting, that it end here, where it began (for it to collapse where she once felt so safe). But it was such an unremarkable week of fantastic, hot sex, and mutually agreeable cases that she's caught extremely off-guard.
And she thinks, for a split second when a wave crashes loudly, that maybe this is his out- to the children she needs, the marriage she desires, the things he says he wants but she has the sneaking suspicion is all a lie. He kisses her cheek like a friend, wiping the wetness that has unwilling gathered there while she waits with her mouth open.
It's such a blow, she has no words. She was gutted in her sleep, when she wasn't expecting it, when she couldn't see their fault line anymore. Because three months ago this would have made absolute sense. After battling with Naomi, work, Charlotte- she saw it coming then. She was standoffish, afraid, tender, and he was strong and willing.
But now, in the midst of nothing, he's done. She never saw the train before it hit, never noticed him tying her down to the tracks. In the serenity of sandcastles and empty beaches he has no explanation, leaving her without a trail to analyze, without so much as a clue to their dysfunctional implosion.
“But I love you,” Addison says softly, anger seeping into her confounded state, hesitant to move off of him and out of his way before she can come up with a plan of attack, a way to be better, a way to combat this tearing, aching cruelty.
“I love you too,” he replies. Honestly, she hopes.
It makes her want to scream, to rip at her own hair, but answers seem to be lacking as where the questions just keep mounting. When the sun falls behind the crest of the bubbling ocean, he staggers away without apology to his own residence.
And while she waits for the stars to come release the chilling hands that have managed to wrap around her convulsing throat, she remembers, this is not the first time love has accidentally failed her.
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Pairing: Sam/Addison
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 610
A/N: I'm looking forward to their ending almost more than their beginning. Tomorrow something more on the fluffier end of the spectrum. Enjoy-
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Settling Scores By Burning Bridges
- Maylene & The Sons of Disaster
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Addison found it to be a rather plain week in the grand scheme of their relationship. On Monday they shared drinks at the local watering hole with a few of their colleagues, hands untangled at the behest of Naomi. Tuesday, Sam had a late surgery and Addison spent her night with Milo, a few flimsy boxes of Chinese food and a documentary that she's already forgotten. Wednesday was used to hash out work, what they could reasonably afford for bonuses in the wake of the merger and mounting employees, and they only agreement they arrived at was that despite the conjoined name they still felt like they were very different practices. On Thursday, Amelia drug both of their “boring, hot asses” out for a spicy dinner and mediocre salsa dancing at her new favorite dive. And Friday lent itself to their perfect version of staying in- lazy feet draped over laps, respective books, light kisses, and warm blankets.
She spent Saturday morning researching at her desk, Sam out for a run on the beach shirtless. She had wished to join him, but had far too many things to catch up on and promised to meet him for lunch which consisted of wilted lettuce, warm water, and bland dressing in the hospital cafeteria after Sam had been called in for a consult from Pete who was on an ER rotation (proving to be a great resource for the floundering “Oceanside Wellcare”).
He's under her now, late Sunday afternoon, bearing the scrutiny of her confusion, literally pinned to the thin mattress of the lounge chair out on her deck. And she thinks it fitting, that it end here, where it began (for it to collapse where she once felt so safe). But it was such an unremarkable week of fantastic, hot sex, and mutually agreeable cases that she's caught extremely off-guard.
And she thinks, for a split second when a wave crashes loudly, that maybe this is his out- to the children she needs, the marriage she desires, the things he says he wants but she has the sneaking suspicion is all a lie. He kisses her cheek like a friend, wiping the wetness that has unwilling gathered there while she waits with her mouth open.
It's such a blow, she has no words. She was gutted in her sleep, when she wasn't expecting it, when she couldn't see their fault line anymore. Because three months ago this would have made absolute sense. After battling with Naomi, work, Charlotte- she saw it coming then. She was standoffish, afraid, tender, and he was strong and willing.
But now, in the midst of nothing, he's done. She never saw the train before it hit, never noticed him tying her down to the tracks. In the serenity of sandcastles and empty beaches he has no explanation, leaving her without a trail to analyze, without so much as a clue to their dysfunctional implosion.
“But I love you,” Addison says softly, anger seeping into her confounded state, hesitant to move off of him and out of his way before she can come up with a plan of attack, a way to be better, a way to combat this tearing, aching cruelty.
“I love you too,” he replies. Honestly, she hopes.
It makes her want to scream, to rip at her own hair, but answers seem to be lacking as where the questions just keep mounting. When the sun falls behind the crest of the bubbling ocean, he staggers away without apology to his own residence.
And while she waits for the stars to come release the chilling hands that have managed to wrap around her convulsing throat, she remembers, this is not the first time love has accidentally failed her.
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