McMistress-Addison Montgomery

something to talk about...

A/N

there's really nothing from this episode, but i swear the next chapter will be 1000 times better

hope you enjoy!

-saralancesbae

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"I hope you understand how strong you are."

Addison scoffed at her new therapist. "For needing therapy?"

"No." Doctor Taylor shook her head. "For admitting that you need therapy. It's not something you see very often."

"Well, I mean, I managed to screw things up with Peyton..." Addison began to count with her fingers. "Three times, so...I figured something's wrong with me." She rested her hands in her lap.

"And why's that?"

"Excuse me?"

"Why do you think something is wrong with you for screwing things up with Peyton?"

"Because she's perfect."

XXX

"So, you're officially single?"

Meredith questioned, joining Peyton's left side.

"I've been single." Peyton reminded her, squirming out of the hold as Cristina attempted to grab on to her other side.

"What is going on?"

"We found a case." Meredith gloated proudly.

Peyton furrowed her eyebrows. "You stole a case, didn't you?"

"We borrowed it from psych." Cristina corrected, just as gleefully as Meredith had. "Okay, the prelims- okay, this thing is totally unprecedented."

"And we found it."

"Stole it." Peyton immediately corrected.

"Okay, found, stole, hijacked, whatever. Doctor Scott, behind this door is the coolest medical mystery I have ever seen. Now, you can either walk away, you know, guilt free..." She paused for a moment as she and Meredith stopped in front of a certain door, grinning from ear to ear. "Or walk through this door and experience the craziest case ever. So, are you in?"

The general surgeon sighed, unsure. "Fuck it, I'm in."

Meredith's smile grew as she knocked on the door before letting the three in. "Mr. Herman?"

"Oh, no. Please call me Shane. I gotta hit the can- again. Seems like I gotta go every thirty seconds these days."

"Just a guy." Peyton disappointedly whispered to Cristina.

"Wait for it." The intern assured her.

"I sure am glad to be off that psych floor."

"What's so special?"

"Wait for it."

Shane, the patient, slowly got up, waddling away from the bed until he had turned to face the surgeons. "I'm not nuts. Just pregnant."

"What the fuck?" Peyton whispered more hurriedly when the bathroom door had closed.

"It's awesome, right?"

"No, it's not awesome. This man is insane and if in some way he actually is pregnant, this is Addison's case. I want nothing to do with it. You two are on your own."

XXX

"Nobody's perfect, Addison."

"Peyton is." The surgeon insisted. "She-she's kind, she's compassionate, she has a great job, she donates to charity, she does volunteer work on the weekends."

"Just because the material is there, it doesn't make her perfect. Say, behind the volunteer work, she raises her hand to her partner behind do-"

"Peyton never hit me. Ever." Addison responded quite adamantly.

"I'm not saying she did, but I used that example to prove a point."

"And what point is that?"

"The more you view her like a celestial creature, the harder it's going to be to get over her. That's still what you want, isn't it?"

"If she doesn't want me, then why should I want her?"