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@draddisonfmontgomery​ liked for a plane crash starter.

It had been months but the pain and memories still stung like cold arctic ice flowing through his veins. The place wasn’t the same with Lexie Grey. It was darker and colder. His past. Mark struggled every day to fit into somewhere. To find some place he belonged. Even his home, didn’t feel like home. Knowing he needed a change, something to take his mind out of his fallen world and into a new world. Someone had joked about moving some place like Addison did. But Mark took it to heart, and before he knew it he was packing his bags and headed on the first flight to L.A. Saying goodbye to every soul in the hospital, learning that each goodbye could be his last. 

Entering her floor, greeting the woman at the desk with a small smile. Almost sure he had hit on her last time he was here, but nothing urged him to do the same thing. He was different now, still charming, but part of his charisma was taken away the day Lexie took her last breath. Fighting the urge to fall back into old habits, or something worst. Finding the redhead’s office he sneaked his way in, sinking into the couch as he waited. Waited like a lost sick dog. 

draddisonfmontgomery:

“I do. Henry. He’s adorable and you’d love him.
But, I don’t think there are going to be anymore…” 

_{“Well, I’d love to meet him soon.
And whoever stole you away.”}

akepnermd:

     Her eyebrows raise up, but it only takes her a
     moment to begin frowning. “You won’t loose
     him. He’s dating you more than anyone else.”

_{“What’s that supposed to} mean?
_{You sound a little jealous Dr. Kepner.”} 

littlxgrxy:

     “I can’t believe this costume thing was a joke.
       Now I just look like an idiot.”

‘I think you look      hot.’ 

meredithfreakinggrey:

“You’re really annoying - you know that? And
the door was open because I thought no one 
was here, clearly I was wrong.”

_{“That’s not usually what a girl says
to me while she’s fully NAKED in a tub.”} 

ifoughtforlove:

 _{Of all the times Addison wished Mark would just keep his mouth shut, this was definitely
 the one she wanted more than anything.  Instead,  he of course rubbed his commitment in her face. Again.  Insisted he would be a part of her daughter’s life,  whether or not she liked  it.  Whether or not she wanted it.  The point she would have argued,  had she the energy,  was that he  wasn’t  ready  like he insisted he was.  This was all a game to  him, and  he was a  C H I L D  himself.  How could he possibly be a father,  when he couldn’t  even   be  a  committed  lover?   If  Addison  had  a  choice  between  having  a  terrible,  cheating  influence in her child’s life,  and having no father figure,  she chose  the  latter.  Every  single  time.  Ella  wasn’t  going to be the Kitten to  Mark’s  Captain.  Not  if  she could stop it.}

     _{Yet  she held her tongue,  relenting to let him inside when he insisted.  Her  eyes  were   burning, begging to be closed,  but she kept them focused on his figure.  There was a pause where he sized her up,  and she felt her body momentarily seize under his gaze. The  redhead  wasn’t  sure  if  it was the  fact  that  he’d  seen  her  naked–somewhat  against  her  will–or  the  fact that he childishly wanted  something  he  couldn’t  fully understand that made her feel that way. When he spoke his mind, she couldn’t help a terse,  bitter laugh.  She hadn’t brushed her hair,  let alone showered.  Of  course  she  looked  like shit.  “Thanks,”  she muttered,  shaking her head in disbelief as he set his things down.}

     _{Then  he  turned  toward  her, and she was once again  frozen  on  the  spot.  Damnit,
     Addison, why do you let him do this to you? “Mark…” her voice trailed off as his hand
     traced  the  side of her face,  sending shivers up her spine and along her  scalp.  Her
     own  stormy gaze was trapped in his,  focus dancing from one of his concerned eyes
     to  the other as if she was trying to make him understand;  at the same time trying  to
     understand him.  Finally,  she stepped back and away from him,  looking down at the
     floor.  Feeling  a  hot  flash  of  memory rush  through  her–Mark’s  lips  against  hers,
     gasping in the smell of her skin.  Derek taking hold of her wrists and throwing her out
     the door.  Mark’s arms cradling her close to his chest as she sobbed,  a mess on the
     pristine hardwood floor. “I—-… Thanks, for coming.”}

          _{“Addison…”Blue eyes found their way seeing into her gaze, a moment of bliss.
          A MOMENT where everything seemed normal again. But they weren’t normal.
          Having a b a b y with your best-friend’s wife was far from normal, and nothing
          would ｅｖｅｒ be settled again. They were in a constant feeling of unsettling,
          every single ounce of trust in all of them, misplaced. Misplaced in Mark. Out of
          everyone, the only person that seemed to be the one blamed, was Mark. What
          about Derek? He drove Addison into his arms. Or what about Addison? —She
          didn’t have it E A S Y, and Mark knew she was paying for the cost. But he just
          wished she would ＣＵＴ him even the slightest bit of slack, and show him the
          reason why he held such adoration for her. The reason why his mind loved her
          but other parts of his body and immaturity made him do reckless things, made
          him throw it all away for one night stands that weren’t even all that amazing…
          but it was hard to compare. Because sex with Addison…it’s impossible to put
          into words.}

          _{When she pulled back, the man’s lips only pursed further holding BACK a
          small chuckle. Playing the situation like a game. A game of cat and mouse.
          Unaware of the r e a l stakes. “Do you remember the night Derek left? The
          night you stayed in myａｒｍｓ for hours? The night where you didn’t have
          this fueling hatred. Where’s that Addison? Because I’d really like to see her
          sometime. Not this one who looks at me like I’m to blame, and that refuses
          to believe that I might actually be a decent father. “ Those were the ＬＡＳＴ
          words that left Mark’s lips. She was sick and he could still very s t r a i n e d
          from the strenuous work, not the particular feeling that was great for a deep
          meaningful conversation about how the next few years of their life was going
          to go and about the mistakes that caused this turn of events.}

                  _{“Anytime.” Mark added before he set the box and bag of things
                  collected for the baby, down. Eyes scanning around. “Where is
                  she?” If he searched it probably wouldn’t take him more than a
                  few seconds to find her, but this was Addison’s home now and
                  her home alone. He didn’t want to o v e r s t e p his boundaries
                  anymore than he already had. Excitement began to fill the man’s
                  stomach. He had seen her, been able to hear her, but not once
                  had he held her. They said a man didn’t feel like he was a father
                  until the moment he held his child for the first time. But he already
                  felt like one so he couldn’t even begin to fathom the feeling that
                  would burst through his veins when Ella reached his arms for the
                  first time.}

                                 _{HE COULDN’T WAIT TO MEET HIS DAUGHTER.}

doctortinkerbell:

“If you must know,  we’re just friends. 
  But it’s gonna take  way more than 
  your perfect plastics smile to get me
  to go drinking with you.”

_{“See that just friends thing? Never works
…. perfect? I thought I was supposed to
be the one giving} you _{compliments, not
the other way around.“}

@draddisonfmontgomery liked for a starter.

_{“I heard you had a kid, Henry, right? My ONLY 
question is…how about name the next one Mark?”} 

littlestkarev:

“Yes…” she replied with a sigh, “As in his sister.” Maybe she should 
have swallowed her  pride and used her father’s last name,  instead. 
Karev was unusual enough, and during her whole time at the hospital, 
all anybody said to her had to do with who her brother was. She was 
proud of him, happy even, but she wasn’t on best terms with him. So
she wasn’t  necessarily ecstatic to be compared or related to  him at   
the moment. “Though there’s really no need for a reminder.” She tried
using the nicest tone she had, but she wasn’t sure if she’d pulled it off. 

“Just making a connection,” He guessed the nickname Little Karev
wouldn’t fly with her, although she was a Karev so it was only a matter
of time before she got a nickname that contained spawn in it. Mark
voted for hotty-spawn. But he didn’t dare voice his opinion on that,
instead his eyes trailed back down to the file. “Well Dr. Karev,
have you got an interest in plastics or are you just here because
you’ve been assigned here?” 

shexshepherd:

It felt so right to be kissing him again. To be back with
someone who felt as strongly for her as she did for him.
With a gentle hum, she pulled away, resting her forehead
against Mark’s. “I’ve missed you.”

Fingers brushed against her jaw and tangled in her hair, eyes opening
to match the adoration in her voice. Leaning in he pressed another
quick kiss to her lips. “I’ve missed you too,”