4 years later,
September 29th, 2017
"Stella! C'mon baby!" Ellen opened her fridge, placing her daughter's lunch in her backpack. "Look, I don't think so. My contract forbids me of appearing anywhere else anyways." She continued her conversation with her manager over the phone. "Ellen, just read the damn script! If you like it I'll take care of your contract."
"I'm busy enough as it is," She pushed. "I won't even have time. I want to see my kid you know?" Her manager rolled his eyes. "You're the one who keeps whining about how creatively frustrated you are."
"I don't whine." Ellen paused the conversation again as she grabbed her daughter's hand and walked out to her car with her. "What?" She asked when she heard him sigh. He didn't answer. "Whatever I'll read the damn script." She hung up before he had a chance to answer.
Ellen dropped off her daughter at school and drove back to set. She was already late as it is and she wasn't very excited about Debbie pointing it out. "Good morning." Ellen, already exhausted, coldly said as she walked into the makeup trailer. "Tough morning?" Her makeup artist tried to keep the room as happy as possible. "Yeah." Ellen sighed, taking off her coat. "Sorry I'm late."
"Don't worry about it." The makeup artist reassured her.
Ellen finished getting ready and walked to the OR where they were filming the three hundredth episode of Grey's Anatomy. She should be proud. Hitting this milestone, but she just felt like she wanted to go to bed and sleep forever, and all she could think about is how she has to go audition for this stupid stupid freaking role at three.
"I'm glad you joined us, Ellen." Ellen stood in the back of the group of people formed around Debbie Allen. "Sorry Debbie. Had a hard time getting Stella out of bed." She lied. Debbie nodded. "It's okay dear. Anyway, as I was saying, this is the scene where Meredith wins the Harper Avery..."
Catherine went on with whatever she was saying as Ellen got lost in her memory all over again.
December 5th, 2005
"Good morning." Ellen leaned in and kissed Patrick on the cheek. His eyes slowly opened, flashing her a smile. "I made you coffee." Ellen smiled. Without saying a word, Patrick grabbed her waist and sat her on top him. Ellen's laughter filled the room, making butterflies explode in his heart. "I don't need coffee." His morning voice made her feel some kind of calmness. "You don't?" Ellen whispered. "Not really." He leaned in and kissed her.
"Ellen! I'm home." Ellen stood up in shock. "You said he'll be home by eight pm! It's seven in the damn morning!" Patrick grabbed his pants. "That's what he told me! Run!" Ellen threw him his shirt. "To fucking where?!" Patrick panicked.
Ellen looked around the room very fast before she grabbed Patrick and threw him out on the balcony. Chris walked in the room seconds later. "Hey babe." She walked up to him. "Hey." He kissed her cheek. "You're back early." Ellen cleared her throat. Her husband walked into the closet and took off his pants and underwear, casually exposing his behind.
"I thought I'd surprise you." Ellen's eyes widened when she saw Patrick entering the room. She shot him a death look. Patrick plugged his nose, trying to keep his laughter in as he saw Chris naked. Ellen kicked his ass and he walked out of the room, turning back one last time, he opened his mouth and forcefully put his finger inside as a sign of disgust. Ellen snorted. Chris turned around.
"What's so funny?" Ellen walked inside the closet, a huge grin on her face. "Nothing, I missed you." Chris smiled.
Present day
Ellen has been doing okay for the past four years. Her pain was managed, she was okay. But this is a moment she wanted to share with only Patrick. She wanted to sneak him into her room when her husband is out of town. The fade memory of his lips against hers almost made her scream in pain. She wanted more. She needed more. Way more than his memory.
"...Okay guys! Let's get started." Ellen took a deep breath and stood up where she should be standing as Debbie screamed action.
After finishing her scenes for the day, Ellen was walking back to her trailer when her phone rang. She rolled her eyes when she read the name of her manager. "I told you I'd go audition." She said first. "You don't have to!"
"So, you're giving me an out?" Ellen sarcastically said, knowing that would never happen. "You're funny," her manager rolled his eyes. "They're giving you the role. All you have to do is go sign the contract at six."
"What? I don't even know what the fucking movie is about!"
"I'm hanging up now," her manager ignored her. "Be there!" The line got cut and Ellen sighed in annoyance. Checking the time, she realized it's already four. She walked inside her trailer and opened her closet. "Fuck this." She spat when she saw that the only formal outfit she has was her short black dress and heels.
It was a nice dress. Designed for those kinds of meetings. The only problem was that it was Patrick's favorite. She bought it to the season eleven wrap party. The one he was invited to. Ellen was sure that he wouldn't be there so she put on a seductive dress and had a lot of flirty plans that involved tequila. But then Patrick showed up.
May 20th, 2013
Ellen rubbed her eyes. She has had a few shots already and she missed him like crazy. This may be her brain playing tricks on her. But then their eyes met, and her entire body warmed up. A fire inside of her turned back on. A small guilty smile drew on his lips. Ellen walked away from her table to the bar and asked for another shot.
"Tequila." She asked. She gulped the poisonous drink down her throat, losing a little bit more conscious. Ellen felt Patrick's hand touch her waist. Her skin reacted in an extraordinary way as she jerked away in pain. "Remember what happened the last time you got drunk in a wrap party?"
Anger bubbled in her veins. "Don't do that. Don't act like nothing happened." She stood up to walk away. He stopped her by grabbing her hand. "Patrick," She whispered. "Ellen." He responded. Tears threatened to roll down her face. "Please just let go of me." He shook his head. "Not tonight. I came here to see you." She looked up at his eyes for the first time tonight. He smiled and she could see relief wash over his features. "I've heard this before." His hand tugged her hair behind her ear.
"You know what I mean didn't change. But I still love you. And if we can give each other one last night," Ellen didn't even want him to finish his sentence. She didn't care if she was going to wake up alone the next day, her body ached for him. It ached for him now and she was ready to forget about everything that's going wrong for a night. "Stop talking," She held his hand and walked back to her trailer with him.
Present day
Ellen thanked her driver and got out of the car, into the building. She stepped inside the fancy elevator and pressed seven. The doors opened and she walked in front of the secretary. "Hi. I'm here for the role of Mandy Pajeck."
He secretary smiled. "Miss Pompeo," She stepped out of her desk. "Come with me please." The 20-something woman walked Ellen to the office and walked away. Ellen knocked on the door and walked in.
Her body went cold. She could feel the temperature fall down to zero degrees in less than a second. Sitting down, in front of the producer and the writer of the book that was about to be a movie, Patrick Galen freaking Dempsey. The man she has loved for fourteen years, the man who caused her immeasurable pain. The man who left her, just looked up from his script and made eye contact with her, their ocean eyes connecting for the first time since four years.
"Ellen." He whispered. "Ms Anderson." Ellen looked down at the ground and walked up to the writer. Patrick stood up. "I wanted to tell you in person that I'm deeply sorry for rejecting this role. I've just been very busy."
Without any additional word, Ellen walked out of the room, her heart cracking in her chest. His sent was all over her. His image the first thing on her mind. "Ellen!" His voice. She walked away faster, but his voice was still as close as it was seconds ago.
He was following her.
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