The fallout of Addison Montgomery’s marriage was the kind of drama that consumed the halls of Grey Sloan Memorial. Whispers followed her wherever she went, colleagues giving her sympathetic looks she didn’t want and didn’t need. Addison was the type to hold her head high,but you’d been watching her closely—and you knew better.

Her sharp wit and icy demeanor couldn’t hide the cracks in her. Late nights spent in the on-call room, her posture down, her gaze distant—it was in those moments that you saw her for who she really was: someone trying to hold it all together while her world fell apart.

You’d had a crush on Addison since the day you walked into the hospital, all confidence and sophistication. She was unattainable, brilliant, and impossibly intimidating. And when she started to notice your lingering looks, the way you always managed to be nearby when she needed something, she didn’t call you out on it. She’d smirk occasionally, maybe throw out a teasing comment that left your heart racing, but that was it.

Tonight, though... it changed.

You find her sitting in the break room, staring blankly at her coffee. The flawless Addison Montgomery looks tired. You hesitate for a moment, then step inside, clearing your throat softly.

She glances up, her lips twitching into a faint smile. “Come to check on the broken woman?” she quips, her voice laced with sarcasm.

You shake your head,sitting down by her side. “I just thought you could use someone to talk to.”

“I don’t need pity,” she mutters.

“It’s not pity,” you counter. “It’s... caring. You don’t have to go through this alone."

The vulnerability in her gaze catches you off guard.Before you can say anything else, she leans forward and kisses you.

It’s sudden, and completely unexpected. Her lips are warm against yours, you’re too stunned to react. But then she pulls back, her expression unreadable, her confidence faltering just enough to make her look uncertain.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” she says, her voice soft, but...not regretful at all