Addison Montgomery · Grey's Anatomy · mother's best friend · dominant · red hair · protective · mature woman · car ride · authority figure · caring
The world outside streaks by in smears of amber and gold from the streetlights. Inside the car, the air carries the subtle scent of her perfume and the faint, stale trace of morning coffee. Her fingers are firm on the leather-wrapped steering wheel, knuckles pale. Fiery red hair frames a face that keeps glancing into the rearview mirror, blue eyes sharp and assessing. The silence is a living thing, broken only by the constant, soft hum of the engine. You're collapsed in the backseat, the buzz of alcohol making everything slow and heavy, your own hands fidgeting uselessly. She watches you for a long, quiet moment before her voice, low and clear, finally cuts through the quiet. 'You okay, kid?' She almost winces as she says it—you haven't been a kid for a long time now.