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Title: They Bring Me to You
Pairing: Mark/Addison, bits of Derek/Addison
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pre-Seattle. Addison ends up on a camping excursion during Spring Break.
For: phelipa
A/N: Somehow summer vacation turned into Spring Break. My head does at it pleases. Enjoy-
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They Bring Me to You
- Joshua Radin (feat. Erin McCarley)
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Addison knew the second she met Derek Shepherd that her life was never going to be the same, just not in the way Derek assumed it would be infinitely different.
She awkwardly maneuvered around the cadaver, trying to get a better view, poking a studious head over his unruly hair.
“See?” he proclaimed proudly, chest practically puffing out in accomplishment as he showed he his handy work.
“Yeah,” Addison nodded, taking mental notes, trying to remember what to jot down about her first day of class as soon as she got back to her apartment.
“Hey man,” Mark panted, rushing forward, dropping his book bag onto the ground sloppily. “What'd I miss?” he asked, before seeing the redhead behind his long time best friend.
“Who is that?” Mark crinkled his nose in distaste, but he had to admit there was something alluring about the way her glasses were riding slowly down her face. She was attractive, he'd hit on her, but she seemed far too interested in the dead guy below them for that. Out of his league, and she knew it, he guessed. Or just an actual student who showed up on time to their first course this year instead of sleeping off the mother of all hangovers.
“Addison,” Derek grinned, a twinkle in his eyes that Mark knew meant to back the hell up. “Addison this is Mark, my perpetually late but still best friend.”
“Oh-” Addison cleared her throat at the introduction, looking up finally to see a well built guy staring her down. “How do you do?” she questioned, reaching a hand out over the cadaver to make his formal acquaintance.
“I do just fine,” Mark smirked, feeling a jolt of electricity run up his arm, chills sprouting in the sudden absence of her warmth.
Four minutes later the teacher decided they could all buddy up as partners since Mark was the odd man out. In that instant, on balmy August afternoon, Addison knew her world was done for.
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It took nearly twelve weeks, but Derek had eventually worked up enough gall to ask out the incredibly intelligent Addison Forbes Montgomery. Mark had watched impatiently, coaching him, not realizing that perhaps he cared too much until she showed up for their first date in something slightly more form-fitting than he was used to seeing her in while they sat in class. He watched her tall heels click across their messy apartment, clothes and old pizza boxes strewn about (that Derek demanded be picked up about a million times already).
“Modern. Picking up the boy on the first date,” Mark observed trying to casually lean into an old and decrepit armchair.
“He's on the way,” Addison shrugged, leaving out the details of what they were planning for the evening. Over the semester her attraction grew for both, unfortunately it was slightly uneven- Mark always in the lead. But, Derek asked and he was cute, and smart, funny, and nice (picking up things when she dropped them without the childish remarks about how clumsy she was and how she'd probably leave something in a body cavity, one of Mark's go-to retorts). So Derek it was and Addison put her mind toward not wanting someone who didn't want her back.
“Hey,” Derek greeted, a wide smile on his face as he took in her attire. He was possibly a bit under dressed in his jeans and clean button up, but it was the only thing he could successfully iron on top his pile of books earlier. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” Addison nodded, lip coming between her teeth in a quick worry. She was picking, here and now. They couldn't go back, and all she wanted to do was rush forward and see what Mark's hands felt like around her waist, his mouth dancing with hers.
“This is for you,” Derek said, handing over the short-stemmed white lily.
“Oh,” Addison startled, coming back from her daydream and accepting the tiny token. “Thank you.” She twirled the green around her fingers, staining them, helping out the already dying flower out of its misery.
On the way home from their Chinese food, which she hated and claimed to love, Derek draped an arm over her shoulder, shielding her from the light wind that had picked up. He was genuine, when she was used to fake, and though off-putting she thought- in her dreams of white dresses and bouquets, that this was how it was supposed to go. However, she was never certain, for they were only visions made by a lonely five year-old who waited for her brother to come home and play with her.
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Five weeks into their courtship, Addison learns that Derek loves camping. And fishing. And really anything that can involve a tree, a lake, or a fire pit. And she agrees, as soon Spring begins to pop up around them, because she's starting to feel the slight rush of something more, of something tangible with a boy. It's a first, one of many.
“I thought Derek said you come up here with your family all the time-” Mark pushes, watching Addison strung uncomfortably over a log far from the smelly fire. She's distanced herself from their group, waiting for Derek, who had to finish a paper before he could join them. Through a miscommunication she ended up arriving at the proper time, only to find it would be Mark accompanying her for the first night. Derek insisted she go and have fun, besides “Sam and Naomi are going, you know them,” he had pointed out.
“I do,” Addison responds eventually, her voice a quiet whisper behind the ruckus of happy Spring Break students. And when she said she came up here all the time with her family she meant Archer, and she never meant camping. They used to go to the lake house, and swim, and escape the general horridness that shrouded their Connecticut home.
Derek makes it so easy to pretend she's normal.
“Cause you kinda look like you hate it,” Mark tells her, taking a spot on the tree she's made a home.
“I don't- I just...am a little tired. Tests caught up with me,” Addison explains. “You should go enjoy the party, I think I'm going to stay back here and read a bit.”
“You're going to read when we have three full coolers of alcohol and an endless amount of material with which to torture our fellow campers?”
“I guess,” Addison tells him softly, groping around for her book, wishing Derek were here so she would know what to do. She's never stayed outside overnight, never played in a tent (that Mark begrudgingly set up for his friend so his pretty girlfriend would have somewhere to stay). She doesn't know the first thing about camping, and Naomi said she couldn't research it so here she sits, disinterested and endlessly out of place amongst the group.
“What are you reading?” Mark asks, peering his eyes over at the selection on her lap.
Addison pulls the book to her chest cautiously, not in the mood to be teased, too afraid she may cry at any moment because she's been abandoned. “Nothing.”
“That's Derek's book,” Mark notes, staring at the tattered pages.
“He lent it to me,” Addison explains quickly. “He said he liked it and I had never read it-”
“Relax,” Mark laughs. “I wouldn't care if you had broken into our apartment and stolen it.”
“I have a key,” Addison argues.
“Whatever,” Mark shakes his head. It's always a challenge with her. She doesn't settle for his normal games, attitude. She pushes him outside of his happy, cushy box. “What do you think?” Mark asks, and she looks back at him lost. “About the book?”
“I think it's crap,” Addison spurts, unable to stop herself, holding a hand to her mouth when she's finished, Mark laughing next to her. “But I haven't finished, maybe-”
“Derek only likes that thing because his dad gave it to him. I don't even think he understands what the book is about. It was the gesture,” Mark tells her, leaving her to infer as she pleases. Derek doesn't talk about his dad, it's safe to say Addison has no idea.
“Oh-um,” Addison pauses, her tongue rolling in her mouth. “Well it's a nice gift.”
“Sure,” Mark nods, done with her. “I'll leave you to it. We're having hot dogs for dinner in about twenty, if you want some-”
“I already ate-”
“Just offering,” Mark finishes and trots away to find that blonde girl he saw lurking around earlier. He has a whole tent to himself, and Jenna, his very on-again, off-again girlfriend, broke up with him again so there's some space.
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In the quiet rustle of the woods Mark hears whispers dragging him from his sleep. He flips over, feet squirming to disentangle his sweats around his legs, eyes searching to find something bright.
“Mark?” Addison whispers again, trying to knock on the fabric of the tent.
“Ugh,” Mark murmurs, slipping out from his bag, flashlight in hand. He unzips the bottom of the tent, a rush of cool air drifting in, and hits his flashlight against something hard. He hears a faint curse in a tone he's come to know well. “Addison?”
“Yeah,” she gulps.
“What?”
“I- I...was, it's just that-”
“Anytime today would be great, I'd like to catch some sleep before the sun rises.” He unzips the rest of the doorway, ushering her in, shadows following the screens as she dives into his extra blankets, hands twisting around one of Derek's Columbia sweatshirts.
“I-m, I was wondering...” she drifts off, trying to think of a more grown up way to say this. She's not a child anymore. But there were noises and branches cracking, and it was too dark. “I got a little scared.”
“Of what?” Mark scoffs, but the hair on his arms stands at attention just in case.
“It's stupid,” Addison determines, attempting to stand up in the confined area. She whacks her head on the center pole, dislodging the fragile structure Mark has assembled (using all the yellow stakes he had on Derek's tent because there were none in that bag). The tent falls like a pile of blocks, and Addison's thankful that his flashlight is lost in the mess because there are now warm tears trickling down her cheeks as her hands search for an exit.
Once outside, freed from her catastrophe, Mark surveys the damage. There's no way the tent is going back up, at least not tonight when he has no help and no light. “Nice work Slick.”
“Sorry,” Addison mumbles, pushing the hood of the cozy sweatshirt up over her face, hoping it will shield her watery eyes and red face.
Mark falters, watching her tremble in his wavering battery powered light. She's got one foot on top of the other, socks covered in dirt and tree debris, hands lost in the maze of the sleeves of her apparel. Then he understands. “You've never been camping before, have you?”
“Not exactly,” Addison admits.
“You lied,” Mark accuses, coming to side with Derek.
“No!” Addison says back loudly, shirking back when her words bounce off the woods and threaten to wake up the other campers. “I...used to come up here all the time, I did. I just...the cabin across the lake, that's where I used to go.”
“What cabin?” Mark interrogates. He remembers a large house on the other side, dock full of shiny toys.
“Right across the lake. My family- that's where I would go,” Addison swallows heavily, her charade beginning to crash down.
“You're...loaded,” Mark laughs. “Oh wait till I tell-”
“Don't,” Addison interrupts. “Please...just don't say anything. I'll go back to my tent, and I won't bug you-”
“Well that's great and all, but you ruined my tent.”
“Oh-”
“Yeah,” Mark nods, mind working overtime on all the ways he's seen Addison. He did not envision this scenario, but now it all makes perfect sense.
“I guess...I could walk to the cabin...and you could take my tent,” Addison tells him, embarrassed and worried that they'll eventually awaken their neighbors.
“Somehow I doubt you wouldn't get eaten by a creature of the night and then Derek would kick my ass so...we'll both stay, it's fine.”
Addison nods without realizing he can't see her so she shuffles back across the campground, feet picking up leaves and needles, her slippers stuffed in Mark's wreckage.
By the time she jumps for the tenth time Mark gives up on sleep. He can already see the light trying to soak into the tent, and groans. “What is your problem?” he asks grumpily, rolling away from her again. He never pegged her for a blanket stealer, then again, he tried really hard not to picture her in bed at all, let alone fully clothed and silently crying three feet from him.
“You hate me,” Addison whimpers, brushing her nose on her sleeve.
“I don't hate you,” Mark replies, preparing to fight a hormonal war.
“I messed up your trip and- now, you can't sleep because I'm too scared to sleep-”
“You're scared again?” Mark utters, certain that if he had more hours of rest in him he'd laugh loudly. The most vicious thing he's seen all day was a squirrel.
“Shut up,” Addison moans, taking the blanket back. “And stop, you have the sleeping bag-”
“You would too if you didn't insist on sleeping on the rocks over there.”
“It's inappropriate,” Addison murmurs into her reclaimed blanket, one that she is pretty sure actually belongs to Mark.
“Oh trust me,” Mark snorts, “nothing is going to happen.” He waits for her to reply but she doesn't, just sniffles again, and he can't pretend it's allergies anymore. “Get over here,” he instructs firmly.
“I-”
“Stop your blabbering and scoot over,” he demands, waiting until she's only a few inches away. Then he grabs the sleeping bag and blanket, fluffing them out over both of them. “Better?”
“Yeah,” Addison nods into her pillow, breathing in the scent of something distinctly not her boyfriend.
“Good, now sleep,” Mark whispers, flexing his arms, testing his reaching capabilities. He settles on folding them over his chest, as a precaution. Twenty minutes later he hears her deep breathing, her proximity so intoxicating he couldn't sleep if he wanted to. Then she flips over, snuggling into his side reflexively, and he has no choice but to draw her closer, smelling the sweetness of her hair, feeling the softness of her hands as they curl into his flimsy undershirt.
He spends the next two and half hours telling himself that it's not a problem because she's asleep and thinks he is nothing more than Derek, but he'll never forget the moment she first molded herself against him, a seemingly perfect fit under the wisps of clouds and burning stars. He decides to pretend he's asleep when she wakes up, so she won't be embarrassed, and when he feels her stir he clamps his eyes shut, attempting to get the lazy grin off his mouth.
Addison's eyes flash open, disturbed by the new light, surprised to find Mark under her, mindlessly rubbing her lower back. He snores slightly, not loudly, just enough to be comfortable, and she ignores the fact that this is wrong in lieu of stretching her legs, using it as an excuse to get impossibly closer. It doesn't hurt to play along.
She knew she would never be able to forget the day she met Derek Shepherd, because it was also the day she met Mark.
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Pairing: Mark/Addison, bits of Derek/Addison
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pre-Seattle. Addison ends up on a camping excursion during Spring Break.
For: phelipa
A/N: Somehow summer vacation turned into Spring Break. My head does at it pleases. Enjoy-
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They Bring Me to You
- Joshua Radin (feat. Erin McCarley)
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Addison knew the second she met Derek Shepherd that her life was never going to be the same, just not in the way Derek assumed it would be infinitely different.
She awkwardly maneuvered around the cadaver, trying to get a better view, poking a studious head over his unruly hair.
“See?” he proclaimed proudly, chest practically puffing out in accomplishment as he showed he his handy work.
“Yeah,” Addison nodded, taking mental notes, trying to remember what to jot down about her first day of class as soon as she got back to her apartment.
“Hey man,” Mark panted, rushing forward, dropping his book bag onto the ground sloppily. “What'd I miss?” he asked, before seeing the redhead behind his long time best friend.
“Who is that?” Mark crinkled his nose in distaste, but he had to admit there was something alluring about the way her glasses were riding slowly down her face. She was attractive, he'd hit on her, but she seemed far too interested in the dead guy below them for that. Out of his league, and she knew it, he guessed. Or just an actual student who showed up on time to their first course this year instead of sleeping off the mother of all hangovers.
“Addison,” Derek grinned, a twinkle in his eyes that Mark knew meant to back the hell up. “Addison this is Mark, my perpetually late but still best friend.”
“Oh-” Addison cleared her throat at the introduction, looking up finally to see a well built guy staring her down. “How do you do?” she questioned, reaching a hand out over the cadaver to make his formal acquaintance.
“I do just fine,” Mark smirked, feeling a jolt of electricity run up his arm, chills sprouting in the sudden absence of her warmth.
Four minutes later the teacher decided they could all buddy up as partners since Mark was the odd man out. In that instant, on balmy August afternoon, Addison knew her world was done for.
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It took nearly twelve weeks, but Derek had eventually worked up enough gall to ask out the incredibly intelligent Addison Forbes Montgomery. Mark had watched impatiently, coaching him, not realizing that perhaps he cared too much until she showed up for their first date in something slightly more form-fitting than he was used to seeing her in while they sat in class. He watched her tall heels click across their messy apartment, clothes and old pizza boxes strewn about (that Derek demanded be picked up about a million times already).
“Modern. Picking up the boy on the first date,” Mark observed trying to casually lean into an old and decrepit armchair.
“He's on the way,” Addison shrugged, leaving out the details of what they were planning for the evening. Over the semester her attraction grew for both, unfortunately it was slightly uneven- Mark always in the lead. But, Derek asked and he was cute, and smart, funny, and nice (picking up things when she dropped them without the childish remarks about how clumsy she was and how she'd probably leave something in a body cavity, one of Mark's go-to retorts). So Derek it was and Addison put her mind toward not wanting someone who didn't want her back.
“Hey,” Derek greeted, a wide smile on his face as he took in her attire. He was possibly a bit under dressed in his jeans and clean button up, but it was the only thing he could successfully iron on top his pile of books earlier. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” Addison nodded, lip coming between her teeth in a quick worry. She was picking, here and now. They couldn't go back, and all she wanted to do was rush forward and see what Mark's hands felt like around her waist, his mouth dancing with hers.
“This is for you,” Derek said, handing over the short-stemmed white lily.
“Oh,” Addison startled, coming back from her daydream and accepting the tiny token. “Thank you.” She twirled the green around her fingers, staining them, helping out the already dying flower out of its misery.
On the way home from their Chinese food, which she hated and claimed to love, Derek draped an arm over her shoulder, shielding her from the light wind that had picked up. He was genuine, when she was used to fake, and though off-putting she thought- in her dreams of white dresses and bouquets, that this was how it was supposed to go. However, she was never certain, for they were only visions made by a lonely five year-old who waited for her brother to come home and play with her.
~-~-~-~-~-~
Five weeks into their courtship, Addison learns that Derek loves camping. And fishing. And really anything that can involve a tree, a lake, or a fire pit. And she agrees, as soon Spring begins to pop up around them, because she's starting to feel the slight rush of something more, of something tangible with a boy. It's a first, one of many.
“I thought Derek said you come up here with your family all the time-” Mark pushes, watching Addison strung uncomfortably over a log far from the smelly fire. She's distanced herself from their group, waiting for Derek, who had to finish a paper before he could join them. Through a miscommunication she ended up arriving at the proper time, only to find it would be Mark accompanying her for the first night. Derek insisted she go and have fun, besides “Sam and Naomi are going, you know them,” he had pointed out.
“I do,” Addison responds eventually, her voice a quiet whisper behind the ruckus of happy Spring Break students. And when she said she came up here all the time with her family she meant Archer, and she never meant camping. They used to go to the lake house, and swim, and escape the general horridness that shrouded their Connecticut home.
Derek makes it so easy to pretend she's normal.
“Cause you kinda look like you hate it,” Mark tells her, taking a spot on the tree she's made a home.
“I don't- I just...am a little tired. Tests caught up with me,” Addison explains. “You should go enjoy the party, I think I'm going to stay back here and read a bit.”
“You're going to read when we have three full coolers of alcohol and an endless amount of material with which to torture our fellow campers?”
“I guess,” Addison tells him softly, groping around for her book, wishing Derek were here so she would know what to do. She's never stayed outside overnight, never played in a tent (that Mark begrudgingly set up for his friend so his pretty girlfriend would have somewhere to stay). She doesn't know the first thing about camping, and Naomi said she couldn't research it so here she sits, disinterested and endlessly out of place amongst the group.
“What are you reading?” Mark asks, peering his eyes over at the selection on her lap.
Addison pulls the book to her chest cautiously, not in the mood to be teased, too afraid she may cry at any moment because she's been abandoned. “Nothing.”
“That's Derek's book,” Mark notes, staring at the tattered pages.
“He lent it to me,” Addison explains quickly. “He said he liked it and I had never read it-”
“Relax,” Mark laughs. “I wouldn't care if you had broken into our apartment and stolen it.”
“I have a key,” Addison argues.
“Whatever,” Mark shakes his head. It's always a challenge with her. She doesn't settle for his normal games, attitude. She pushes him outside of his happy, cushy box. “What do you think?” Mark asks, and she looks back at him lost. “About the book?”
“I think it's crap,” Addison spurts, unable to stop herself, holding a hand to her mouth when she's finished, Mark laughing next to her. “But I haven't finished, maybe-”
“Derek only likes that thing because his dad gave it to him. I don't even think he understands what the book is about. It was the gesture,” Mark tells her, leaving her to infer as she pleases. Derek doesn't talk about his dad, it's safe to say Addison has no idea.
“Oh-um,” Addison pauses, her tongue rolling in her mouth. “Well it's a nice gift.”
“Sure,” Mark nods, done with her. “I'll leave you to it. We're having hot dogs for dinner in about twenty, if you want some-”
“I already ate-”
“Just offering,” Mark finishes and trots away to find that blonde girl he saw lurking around earlier. He has a whole tent to himself, and Jenna, his very on-again, off-again girlfriend, broke up with him again so there's some space.
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In the quiet rustle of the woods Mark hears whispers dragging him from his sleep. He flips over, feet squirming to disentangle his sweats around his legs, eyes searching to find something bright.
“Mark?” Addison whispers again, trying to knock on the fabric of the tent.
“Ugh,” Mark murmurs, slipping out from his bag, flashlight in hand. He unzips the bottom of the tent, a rush of cool air drifting in, and hits his flashlight against something hard. He hears a faint curse in a tone he's come to know well. “Addison?”
“Yeah,” she gulps.
“What?”
“I- I...was, it's just that-”
“Anytime today would be great, I'd like to catch some sleep before the sun rises.” He unzips the rest of the doorway, ushering her in, shadows following the screens as she dives into his extra blankets, hands twisting around one of Derek's Columbia sweatshirts.
“I-m, I was wondering...” she drifts off, trying to think of a more grown up way to say this. She's not a child anymore. But there were noises and branches cracking, and it was too dark. “I got a little scared.”
“Of what?” Mark scoffs, but the hair on his arms stands at attention just in case.
“It's stupid,” Addison determines, attempting to stand up in the confined area. She whacks her head on the center pole, dislodging the fragile structure Mark has assembled (using all the yellow stakes he had on Derek's tent because there were none in that bag). The tent falls like a pile of blocks, and Addison's thankful that his flashlight is lost in the mess because there are now warm tears trickling down her cheeks as her hands search for an exit.
Once outside, freed from her catastrophe, Mark surveys the damage. There's no way the tent is going back up, at least not tonight when he has no help and no light. “Nice work Slick.”
“Sorry,” Addison mumbles, pushing the hood of the cozy sweatshirt up over her face, hoping it will shield her watery eyes and red face.
Mark falters, watching her tremble in his wavering battery powered light. She's got one foot on top of the other, socks covered in dirt and tree debris, hands lost in the maze of the sleeves of her apparel. Then he understands. “You've never been camping before, have you?”
“Not exactly,” Addison admits.
“You lied,” Mark accuses, coming to side with Derek.
“No!” Addison says back loudly, shirking back when her words bounce off the woods and threaten to wake up the other campers. “I...used to come up here all the time, I did. I just...the cabin across the lake, that's where I used to go.”
“What cabin?” Mark interrogates. He remembers a large house on the other side, dock full of shiny toys.
“Right across the lake. My family- that's where I would go,” Addison swallows heavily, her charade beginning to crash down.
“You're...loaded,” Mark laughs. “Oh wait till I tell-”
“Don't,” Addison interrupts. “Please...just don't say anything. I'll go back to my tent, and I won't bug you-”
“Well that's great and all, but you ruined my tent.”
“Oh-”
“Yeah,” Mark nods, mind working overtime on all the ways he's seen Addison. He did not envision this scenario, but now it all makes perfect sense.
“I guess...I could walk to the cabin...and you could take my tent,” Addison tells him, embarrassed and worried that they'll eventually awaken their neighbors.
“Somehow I doubt you wouldn't get eaten by a creature of the night and then Derek would kick my ass so...we'll both stay, it's fine.”
Addison nods without realizing he can't see her so she shuffles back across the campground, feet picking up leaves and needles, her slippers stuffed in Mark's wreckage.
By the time she jumps for the tenth time Mark gives up on sleep. He can already see the light trying to soak into the tent, and groans. “What is your problem?” he asks grumpily, rolling away from her again. He never pegged her for a blanket stealer, then again, he tried really hard not to picture her in bed at all, let alone fully clothed and silently crying three feet from him.
“You hate me,” Addison whimpers, brushing her nose on her sleeve.
“I don't hate you,” Mark replies, preparing to fight a hormonal war.
“I messed up your trip and- now, you can't sleep because I'm too scared to sleep-”
“You're scared again?” Mark utters, certain that if he had more hours of rest in him he'd laugh loudly. The most vicious thing he's seen all day was a squirrel.
“Shut up,” Addison moans, taking the blanket back. “And stop, you have the sleeping bag-”
“You would too if you didn't insist on sleeping on the rocks over there.”
“It's inappropriate,” Addison murmurs into her reclaimed blanket, one that she is pretty sure actually belongs to Mark.
“Oh trust me,” Mark snorts, “nothing is going to happen.” He waits for her to reply but she doesn't, just sniffles again, and he can't pretend it's allergies anymore. “Get over here,” he instructs firmly.
“I-”
“Stop your blabbering and scoot over,” he demands, waiting until she's only a few inches away. Then he grabs the sleeping bag and blanket, fluffing them out over both of them. “Better?”
“Yeah,” Addison nods into her pillow, breathing in the scent of something distinctly not her boyfriend.
“Good, now sleep,” Mark whispers, flexing his arms, testing his reaching capabilities. He settles on folding them over his chest, as a precaution. Twenty minutes later he hears her deep breathing, her proximity so intoxicating he couldn't sleep if he wanted to. Then she flips over, snuggling into his side reflexively, and he has no choice but to draw her closer, smelling the sweetness of her hair, feeling the softness of her hands as they curl into his flimsy undershirt.
He spends the next two and half hours telling himself that it's not a problem because she's asleep and thinks he is nothing more than Derek, but he'll never forget the moment she first molded herself against him, a seemingly perfect fit under the wisps of clouds and burning stars. He decides to pretend he's asleep when she wakes up, so she won't be embarrassed, and when he feels her stir he clamps his eyes shut, attempting to get the lazy grin off his mouth.
Addison's eyes flash open, disturbed by the new light, surprised to find Mark under her, mindlessly rubbing her lower back. He snores slightly, not loudly, just enough to be comfortable, and she ignores the fact that this is wrong in lieu of stretching her legs, using it as an excuse to get impossibly closer. It doesn't hurt to play along.
She knew she would never be able to forget the day she met Derek Shepherd, because it was also the day she met Mark.
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