I’ll be there. // Mark & Addison.
Addison’s cheeks were flamed red as Mark turned back around to face her. She felt hot embarrassment take over her body from just standing in front of her. It felt like that tiny bit of time had taken hours, though she knew it was only a minute or two before Mark had came out. Her blue eyes focused on the ground, purposefully avoiding his eyes. The ones that she knew probably held sympathy of some sort. She didn’t want or need that right now. Addison took a deep breath, feeling the sticky warm blood dripping down her hand towards her elbow. How hard did he really slam her into these bricks? Clearly hard. Besides the tears that were still slowly falling down her pale cheeks, Addison’s face was neutral, holding no current emotion on it. She didn’t know what to feel. It was shocking, and clearly had put her in a state of shock. The touch of Mark’s hand brushing a tear from her cheek brought her back into reality.
Addy.
Mark had taken off his jacket and began applying pressure to the wound on her head. She winced at first but refused to let her composure shatter completely. She was stronger than that. Addison bit the inside of her cheek to try and distract herself from the stinging pain that burned through her head. “Dammit,” She cursed under her breath, her face paling even more. She felt like she could be sick. This was definitely not how Addison had planned on spending her night. Oh no, she would much prefer the bath that she knew would be calling her when she walked through the door of the hotel room.Taking a deep breath, Addison allowed a few more tears to slip down her face. She was usually so composed and confident but all of those feelings faded. Mark pulled her into a hug and she allowed it, burying her face into his chest. She held back a sob, clenching her blue eyes closed tightly. Addison heard his suggestion to go to the hospital and her throat tightened. What would make her comfortable would be not going there at all. Going back to the hotel, running a bath, and crying would bring her a hell of a lot closer to comfortable than going into the hospital and facing her colleagues — her friends, her ex-husband, after what had just happened. Addison took another deep breath, blinking back tears in an attempt to be strong, she took a tiny step back and away from him. Her face was crumpled in obvious pain and horror. “The hotel…not the hospital.” She said quietly. “I-I can’t go in there.”
It was difficult for Mark not to feel like he was a mess as he looked at her, her outwards appearance reflected the broken inner person he was, the person he covered up by being an asshole. He was going to hold it all together, because he, Mark Sloan, did not break down, and Addison Montgomery was in front of him looking as fragile as he’d ever seen her. He’d known her a long time, they had a hell of a lot of history together and still she never seemed so frail, so damaged as she did now. How the hell could that fucking jerk do such a thing to her? She’d never hurt a fly. Mark just wanted to hold her in his arms and protect her, to keep her safe and make sure she was all okay, that nothing would hurt her again. But the reality of life was that shit like this happened, people got hurt everyday, they were doctors, they knew that, but the truth was so much harder when you were put face to face with it.
He gave her shoulder a gently squeeze, nodding slowly as she said the hotel not the hospital. He would have agreed with her sentiments had it been him, not wanting to see everyone like this. Mark moved his jacket off of her head to inspect her wound, softly separating her hair from it, it looked pretty bad but he couldn’t tell because of all the blood surrounding it, and her hair was red too which made it difficult to see. It might need sutures or something. “Okay, Addy, okay.” He said. “Breathe, just keep calm.” Mark followed his own advice, settling his nerves by taking a breath. “I’ll take you back to the hotel, as long as you let me stop at the hospital to get a suture kit and some gauze.” He looked at her a little sternly, he needed to take care of her.
Mark stood up, holding her in his arms, “I’ll make sure you’re alright.” He said softly, “I promise.” Mark led her to his car, and helped her in, making sure she was buckled in. “I’m just going to run across to the ER, and get the stuff.” Mark looked at her checking to make sure she understood. Mark left her with his jacket, and his phone, safely in his car, and ran across the road heading into the hospital. A few people glanced at him confusedly, seeing bruising on his face from where the ass had hit him back. Mark ignored all of them and picked up the supplies that they needed, before running back to his car. He got in, and reached across giving Addy’s hand a gently squeeze. “Everything will be alright. I’m serious Addy. I’m here.” Mark said, there was nowhere else he was going.
Addison felt nothing short of a disaster. The adrenaline that had coursed through her veins, and still currently was, had exhausted her. She blinked back a few tears that threatened to fall. Taking a deep breath, she tried to bring her blue eyes up to Mark’s but found herself unable to. She didn’t want to meet his eyes and see the obvious sympathy that laced through them. Addison bit her bottom lip as Mark began to expect the wound to her head. He had such gentle hands, she’d always known that, but they were even more gentle than usual right now. She mentally thanked him for that. It was tender, even as he separated the hair, and she knew that it was probably pretty bad. Nothing a few sutures couldn’t fix, right? Mark would be able to do that. Seeing the look on his face, Addie knew that he was serious about the suture kit. She nodded gently. She’d do anything but go back into that hospital, and if she didn’t agree to this, Mark would force her in there to get the proper help. He could just do it back at the hotel.
Mark began leading her back to the car, his arms still around her. Addison walked silently, her voice plain, not any emotion across her pale features. There was streaked mascara and eyeliner from her tears, so evident that she had been crying, but besides that — nothing. Addison had never looked like this before. She had always prided herself in having controllable tear ducts but on very rare occasions, like today, they weren’t so easy to control. She got in the car, buckled up, and watched Mark run across the street. Now that she was finally alone she could cry all that she needed to. She cupped her face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. What the hell had just happened? She had been just walking like any other ordinary night, and then that. It had happened so quickly that Addison didn’t even remember breathing. Thank God Mark had came. It was quite a coincidence, but a very good one indeed. Addison shuddered at the thought of what could have happened had Mark not came out. Obviously what he was trying to do, and the thought made her want to be sick.
The door to the drivers seat opened and Addison jumped a bit, ripped from thought. She took a deep, calming breath. It was only Mark. He grabbed for her hand and squeezed it gently. She bit her bottom lip. “I tried to fight him.” Addison stated, her blue eyes hazed over, the shock slightly coming off. “I promise.” She whispered. “I just couldn’t, Mark.” Addison’s voice half-cracked in weakness and she mentally scolded herself for it. She was usually much more stronger than this. The blood was still coming from her head, though not fast or anything anymore, and she hadn’t leaned back to the seat.
I’ll be there. // Mark & Addison.
Addison finished up her last surgery of the day quickly. It was an easy one — an emergency c-section, something that she had preformed more times than she could honestly count. After scrubbing out, Addison headed to the Attending’s lounge where her bags and clothing would be. She couldn’t wait to get home, grab a glass of wine and relax in a bath. That was an amazing Addison Montgomery night for you. Ever since her failed marriage she had found that doing relaxing things kept her mind more at ease, and she had come quite aware that baths were a beautiful relaxer. She reached the lounge, changing from her scrubs into the black pencil skirt and maroon blouse that she had worn to work this morning. Addison let her hair out of the ponytail that she had put it in for the surgery and exited the room, quickly making her way to the main floor so she could leave.
The air was cold as usual. Seattle was never really a warm place and it often rained here, though luckily, it wasn’t tonight. The ground was damp from the mornings rain but besides that, it was a nice day to walk. She’d been staying at one of the hotels not too far from the hospital, unsure whether or not she was going to head back to New York or stay in Seattle. Addison didn’t want to buy a house if her mind was going to change. A hotel was just fine for her. A small space where she didn’t have to feel as lonely without her husband there.
Just as Addison crossed the street in front of Joe’s, making her way by the alley, something grabbed her arm and slammed her into the brick wall. It almost felt like slow motion. Addison’s back and head smashed into the wall first, then a strong pair of arms grabbed her around the middle and dragged her a bit deeper into the darkness of the alley. Next she was thrown to the wall with savage force. It took Addison a moment of being stunned to realize what was happening. The guy had her skirt up and was working towards his own zipper with one of his hands pressed to her mouth to try and stop her from screaming. But she was Addison Montgomery, and she would fight. She screamed into his hand, attempting to wrench her face out from under it. Only muffled sounds came.
Then suddenly, her attacker was ripped off of her. Addison immediately threw her skirt down, covering her pale but beautiful legs once again. She had tears running down her face and she could guess that the mascara had smeared too. She finally focused on the man who had rescued her and breathing stopped. Mark Sloan. Addison suddenly felt her soaked cheeks flame up in embarrassment. He had just witnessed that, had saved her from that. She took a deep breath, raising a hand to the back of her head, that was currently pounding from the force that had been used to slam her into the wall. She was bleeding. There were also a couple cuts and scratches on her elbows and shoulders.Shit Montgomery. What the hell happened?
“I didn’t see him,” Addison said, her blue eyes clearly still had tears pouring from them. She was in shock. “He got me from the side and just… I didn’t see him.” She repeated, shaking her head at him, her hand still placed over the spot that she was bleeding from.Mark’s eyes darted over Addison, checking out her wounds. Shit. Shit. Shit. This was not good, not good at all. She was definitely bleeding, and broken up; Mark couldn’t even begin to think the emotional turmoil she was going through. He was not a good man for this situation, not at all. All he could feel was anger surging through his veins, boiling up in him. He wanted to kill that bloody bastard for trying anything with Addison. Mark had a bad temper, and if the guy hadn’t have run away after the punches, he’d definitely be lying out cold on the ground right now. Despite his thoughts that he was not a good guy to be comforting Addison right now, Mark could hardly leave her, there was no one else around.
His hand reached out and his thumb gently stroked away a tear that was running down her cheek. He lifted her hand from above the wound on her head, and grabbed his jacket, pressing it to stem the blood flow. His heart was racing, he had no idea what the hell he could say to make this situation better for her. Would words even help? Mark couldn’t handle situations like this, he just couldn’t deal with emotions, or crying, or anything, it was why he kept himself out of them. “Addy.” He said simply, his normally pretty gruff voice quiet and almost sad, as he kept his hand over his jacket pressed to her wound.
Mark took a few deep breaths. “I want to fucking kill that guy.” He muttered under his breath, shaking his head. He reached out and put his arms around Addison, pulling her into a hug, against his chest, rocking her slightly. He stroked her hair softly, trying to calm himself as well as her, trying to work out what the hell he should be doing to make everything better, how he could get her out of this situation into a normal frame of mind. Seeing her like this terrified the shit out of him since she was normally so confident, so self-assured, bossy even. He didn’t like the idea of her being fragile and broken, not like he was inside, he didn’t want that for her. “Do you- Do you want to go to the hospital?” He asked, looking down at her. “Or…I suppose we could go to the hotel?” Mark asked. It was not as sexual advance, that was obvious, he just needed to take care of her, or something, to make her okay. She meant a hell of a lot to him, and he wasn’t going to just leave her sitting there in pieces.
Addison’s cheeks were flamed red as Mark turned back around to face her. She felt hot embarrassment take over her body from just standing in front of her. It felt like that tiny bit of time had taken hours, though she knew it was only a minute or two before Mark had came out. Her blue eyes focused on the ground, purposefully avoiding his eyes. The ones that she knew probably held sympathy of some sort. She didn’t want or need that right now. Addison took a deep breath, feeling the sticky warm blood dripping down her hand towards her elbow. How hard did he really slam her into these bricks? Clearly hard. Besides the tears that were still slowly falling down her pale cheeks, Addison’s face was neutral, holding no current emotion on it. She didn’t know what to feel. It was shocking, and clearly had put her in a state of shock. The touch of Mark’s hand brushing a tear from her cheek brought her back into reality.
Addy.
Mark had taken off his jacket and began applying pressure to the wound on her head. She winced at first but refused to let her composure shatter completely. She was stronger than that. Addison bit the inside of her cheek to try and distract herself from the stinging pain that burned through her head. “Dammit,” She cursed under her breath, her face paling even more. She felt like she could be sick. This was definitely not how Addison had planned on spending her night. Oh no, she would much prefer the bath that she knew would be calling her when she walked through the door of the hotel room.
Taking a deep breath, Addison allowed a few more tears to slip down her face. She was usually so composed and confident but all of those feelings faded. Mark pulled her into a hug and she allowed it, burying her face into his chest. She held back a sob, clenching her blue eyes closed tightly. Addison heard his suggestion to go to the hospital and her throat tightened. What would make her comfortable would be not going there at all. Going back to the hotel, running a bath, and crying would bring her a hell of a lot closer to comfortable than going into the hospital and facing her colleagues — her friends, her ex-husband, after what had just happened. Addison took another deep breath, blinking back tears in an attempt to be strong, she took a tiny step back and away from him. Her face was crumpled in obvious pain and horror. “The hotel…not the hospital.” She said quietly. “I-I can’t go in there.”
I’ll be there. // Mark & Addison.
Mark was in Joes. It felt like to him he spent most of his evenings in there, drink in hand, glancing around the bar catching eyes of ladies. He was always on the prowl, always searching for someone new to screw. It was getting difficult – not that he was off his game, Mark Sloan was never off his game – the faces around Joe’s were all familiar, he’d slept with most of the women in there, or they were unavailable, and Mark didn’t really feel up to screwing up anymore marriages. He’d made a promise to himself after destroying his best friends marriage that he’d only sleep with available women, single women, and as such he’d limited his playing field a lot – well, at least he had some sort of moral high ground in his sleazy view of life now. Mark knocked back the end of his scotch, placing the glass back on the table with a small sigh, his eyes darted to the edge of the bar, spotting a curvaceous blonde there.
He caught her eye briefly, his eyes looking over her chest area appreciatively, a woman who wasn’t afraid to show cleavage – judging from the look of her she wasn’t too bright, but she was up for it. Mark didn’t really care about her intellectual ability, especially when she looked like that. He shot her his trademark smirk, his eyes quickly darting down to her hand, checking for a ring, nope, nothing there, so he had the go ahead. He stood up and walked over there, standing just behind her and whispered in her ear briefly, “If you want a better time than you’re having right now, meet me at the Archfield in ten minutes – room 231.” He couldn’t help himself but take a peek down her top, a cheeky grin crossing his face.
Mark turned away, pretty sure she would be following in ten minutes, and headed back to the bar where he paid Joe. He took his jacket, placed it on and headed out of the door into the fresh Seattle weather. His hands were in his pockets, and he was happily walking across the parking lot when he heard muffled yells and shouts from the alleyway behind Joes. Intrigued and confused, Mark frowned, and followed the direction of the yelling. Shit. His immediate reaction as he saw what was happening, glancing down the alleyway. There was a woman pressed up against a wall with some guy trying to assault her. On further inspection Mark realised exactly who the woman was. Doubly shit. Mark was no knight in shining armour but there was absolutely no way he wasn’t coming to her rescue.
He stormed down the alleyway and pulled the attacker off of her, his fist colliding smartly with the side of the guys face. Mark was rewarded with a punch to his face in return. Growling angrily, Mark beat the guy his fist hitting him multiple times, the other guy managed to get a few punches in, but nothing as much as Mark managed. The attacker realised he was fighting a losing fight, and ran off. Mark turned back to Addy, his face set in shock, and horror and panic as he looked her over. “Shit Montgomery.” He shook his head. “What the hell happened?”
Addison finished up her last surgery of the day quickly. It was an easy one — an emergency c-section, something that she had preformed more times than she could honestly count. After scrubbing out, Addison headed to the Attending’s lounge where her bags and clothing would be. She couldn’t wait to get home, grab a glass of wine and relax in a bath. That was an amazing Addison Montgomery night for you. Ever since her failed marriage she had found that doing relaxing things kept her mind more at ease, and she had come quite aware that baths were a beautiful relaxer. She reached the lounge, changing from her scrubs into the black pencil skirt and maroon blouse that she had worn to work this morning. Addison let her hair out of the ponytail that she had put it in for the surgery and exited the room, quickly making her way to the main floor so she could leave.
The air was cold as usual. Seattle was never really a warm place and it often rained here, though luckily, it wasn’t tonight. The ground was damp from the mornings rain but besides that, it was a nice day to walk. She’d been staying at one of the hotels not too far from the hospital, unsure whether or not she was going to head back to New York or stay in Seattle. Addison didn’t want to buy a house if her mind was going to change. A hotel was just fine for her. A small space where she didn’t have to feel as lonely without her husband there.
Just as Addison crossed the street in front of Joe’s, making her way by the alley, something grabbed her arm and slammed her into the brick wall. It almost felt like slow motion. Addison’s back and head smashed into the wall first, then a strong pair of arms grabbed her around the middle and dragged her a bit deeper into the darkness of the alley. Next she was thrown to the wall with savage force. It took Addison a moment of being stunned to realize what was happening. The guy had her skirt up and was working towards his own zipper with one of his hands pressed to her mouth to try and stop her from screaming. But she was Addison Montgomery, and she would fight. She screamed into his hand, attempting to wrench her face out from under it. Only muffled sounds came.
Then suddenly, her attacker was ripped off of her. Addison immediately threw her skirt down, covering her pale but beautiful legs once again. She had tears running down her face and she could guess that the mascara had smeared too. She finally focused on the man who had rescued her and breathing stopped. Mark Sloan. Addison suddenly felt her soaked cheeks flame up in embarrassment. He had just witnessed that, had saved her from that. She took a deep breath, raising a hand to the back of her head, that was currently pounding from the force that had been used to slam her into the wall. She was bleeding. There were also a couple cuts and scratches on her elbows and shoulders.
Shit Montgomery. What the hell happened?
“I didn’t see him,” Addison said, her blue eyes clearly still had tears pouring from them. She was in shock. “He got me from the side and just… I didn’t see him.” She repeated, shaking her head at him, her hand still placed over the spot that she was bleeding from.
What? It’s hot…I mean even just thinking about it…;)
Fine…
I knew you’d give in.
How’d you know that?
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I knew you would be. Now if you could wear that little number up there…that would be much appreciated.
Mark!
What? It’s hot…I mean even just thinking about it…;)
Fine…
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Well you know…there’s on call rooms and supply closets everywhere.
I’m in.
I knew you would be. Now if you could wear that little number up there…that would be much appreciated.
Mark!
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I know you’re thinking about it.
What if I am?
Well you know…there’s on call rooms and supply closets everywhere.
I’m in.
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What can I say? ;) Don’t you want to punish me for having pictures of you though? Haha.
…Maybe. ;)
I know you’re thinking about it.
What if I am?
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I can think of a few things.
Not like that. Your mind would go there.
What can I say? ;) Don’t you want to punish me for having pictures of you though? Haha.
…Maybe. ;)
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Addison Montgomery • OB/GYN Surgeon.
