Leading Actors: Mainly Ellen and Patrick but some others may appear at times!
Abridgment: It's a dempeo fic! So...it's actors and not characters at all.
Status: Active-In Progress
Last Update: 10-13
-> This fic is classified at a age of 18 "Spoiler" Parts in this fic are only for people with a age of 18+!!!!
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-Early filming of season 2-
The door to the silver Cadillac shut, creating a loud tin like thump in the quiet of the night. He waited patiently, squinting to make out her dark sweat suit clad form as it made its way up the front sidewalk.
Finally, she made it up into the light of the front porch and, before putting the key in the lock, turned to offer him a gentle wave goodnight. He was too far away to make out her expression, but he knew a smile was adorning her porcelain features.
He waved in reply, still waiting until she successfully pushed open the door and disappeared into her modest home. Pulling away, his nostrils were overwhelmed with vanilla, and a hint of whatever flowery perfume she had no doubt spritzed upon herself before leaving the set.
His own driveway was just three doors down, he could be there in less than a minute. But that night, he took his time. Driving uncharacteristically slow, he barely let his foot hit the gas pedal. His car passed under the shadows of the streetlights. It was well past midnight, his car was the only one around.
There was a time, not too long ago, but long enough to make the memories fade, that he would have rushed home to spend time with his wife and young daughter. There was a time he would stare at his watch....cursing every single minute as the big hand gently ticked towards dinner time...and beyond.
Those times were happy. Filled with the giggles of his daughter and the taunting of his wife as she teased him about his hair, and other things she thought the girls swooned over. He had just been cast as Dr. Derek Shepherd in Grey's Anatomy then. He had done it. After so many years of struggling to find jobs to help pay the mortgage, he was successful.
He owed it all to his wife. She pushed him forward...comforting him after failed auditions and giving him ambition he never thought he was capable of. She was his rock. His other half....the one person who made him feel like he could be someone again.
But, being successful came with its own pitfalls. He was always filming. Once the show had taken off, the nights became later and later as last minute scripts were scrapped and huge episodes were filmed.
He didn't know the man he had become, but he also wasn't sure if he ever knew himself before either. All that changed the day he met his co-star. She had a rare beauty behind her eyes that made it impossible for him to look away from.
She was down to earth, innocent, but not naive. She kept him grounded...kept his ego from getting too big. She had this ability...to say one thing, but mean something completely different while commanding everyone's attention. When she spoke, people listened. Forming a friendship with her seemed to be the most logical thing in the world.
As the days and nights dragged on, she made him laugh, even when he wanted to cry. They kept each other company, had lobster bakes with the cast and made working together fun instead of intense.
He found himself unable to wait for his call time, so he'd go in early...just to hang out with her. They did dinner with their spouses and rode bikes around the set and teased each other mercilessly. He couldn't hide the twinkle in his eyes when he spoke about her, and he wasn't sure he wanted to.
Suddenly, his wife's teasing became less funny, her advise seemed less sound, and the ambition she once had for his career seemed to sizzle out and die. He was blinded in the glorious light that surrounded the female lead of the hit show that perhaps...would be his greatest success.
As he pulled into his long driveway and surveyed the dark house in front of him, he realized those happy times were all but a distant memory. Though he dropped his daughter off at school every morning, and spent as much time with her as he could, he hadn't been home to put her to bed in...well he couldn't even process how long it had been.
Running a hand over his stubbly chin, he let out a sigh, and was about to step out of the car, when his cell phone chirped from his back pocket. He couldn't hide the smile that lit up his face. He fumbled for it, with such anticipation that his fingers were shaking at the movements.
He knew who it would be. No one else was awake at such a late hour. Unlocking the screen, he waiting until his fingers were still, and then held the blackberry up to his face.
To Patrick: Thanks for the ride home. Maybe you'll let me drive next time. Good night!
He had driven her home for the past five nights. He told himself he would never forgive himself if she fell asleep trying to drive all the way home at such a late hour. They were saving the environment...doing their part against global warming. It was normal.
With a smirk, he deleted the message and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He told himself he was clearing room for messages he would receive the next day. He told himself there was no need to hide a message from his best friend. Patrick told himself a lot of things he knew weren't true.
-3 weeks later-
It was a sunny day. In typical California fashion, you wouldn't even be able to tell it was late October. Winter was quickly approaching, and yet he was still dressed in khaki shorts and a t-shirt.
It was a rare day in which they had finished shooting while daylight still forced him to wear sunglasses. As his car continued down the familiar highway, the wind rushing in the open windows blew his hair in all directions.
"Patrick...you don't have to grip the seats so tightly....I'm not going to crash your car..." Ellen commented with a grin from her position behind the wheel. Realizing she was right, he relaxed his hands.
Glancing over at her, he noticed the way the wind blew her dark blond hair into her face. The sun reflecting over her golden locks made it look like a halo around her head. He wanted to brush the wispy strands away and keep them from assaulting her perfect cheek....but....something kept him from doing so.
"Watch this speed bump coming up." He advised, fretting nervously over his antique car. He had never let her....or...anyone for that matter...drive it. But, she had begged for weeks...and something about the way her bottom lip poked out in the form of a pout left him unable to refuse.
Somewhere in the back of his head, he knew it was a mistake, but, another part of his brain argued that she was a good friend...and good friends trusted each other.
"Relax, if I crash your car I'll have to buy you another...and that would put a dent in my shopping trips." She teased, a hint of her Boston accent slipping out. It made him smile every time he heard it. It was comforting....it reminded him of Main, a place he missed more than he'd ever admit.
"I have faith in you." He assured, but his hands had turned into fists once again. The turn she made onto their street was a little fast for his liking, but he hid his disapproval. Ellen was sweet and sometimes too nice for her own good. Behind that sweetness though, she was also feisty...with a strong Italian temper that he did not want to be on the wrong side of.
She drove the car past her house, and he looked at her in confusion. "Uh....El...you know you just passed your house, right?"
"I'm just gonna park it in your driveway and walk home." She told him, and before he knew it they were pulling into his driveway.
Pulling up the emergency break for her, he replied, "Are you sure? I wouldn't have minded switching." With a smirk in his direction, she got out of the car and pulled her stuff from the back.
"It's up the street, I'll be fine. Besides, how many days do we get to walk in broad daylight?" She had a point there, and he nodded his head in agreement.
"You're right. Well...be careful." A part of him didn't want to see her go. He automatically felt empty as she started walking down the driveway.
"I'm a big girl!" She called back to him, pausing for a moment to send him a smile. He watched as her gaze drifted to his front porch and she raised her hand to wave. Following her gaze to the porch, he came face to face with the cold eyes of his wife. Her hand was in the air waving to Ellen, but the smile on her face was pinched and forced.
Turning back to Ellen, he watched her walk down the driveway and then made the trek up to his porch.
Before he could get near his wife, she asked, "Did you have a nice ride?" Her voice full of insinuation. He wondered how long she had been standing there. Her eyes were cold and so different than the ones he had stared into all day. His gut clinched, preparing for the fight they would surely have.
It had been brewing for weeks, like a summer storm and he had ignored it, avoided it and done everything in his power to pretend things were okay. Looking back at the car, he let out a sigh and stepped onto the porch.
"Don't worry, Patrick. I'm sure she made it home okay." She snapped as a greeting and walked into the house. The screen door slammed behind her, but he didn't even flinch at the noise.
"Honey, I'm home..." He mumbled, but didn't follow her right away, instead he let the wind blow through his hair once again. He could swear he could still smell Ellen's perfume flowing lightly with the breeze.