This is right after Derek told Addison he still loved Meredith

I don't own grey's anatomy… as you all might've guessed!

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Addison didn't know what to say. For that matter, she didn't know how to react. He still loves her? she thought, of course he does! He always has and always will. How did I ever think I could change it?

"I don't understand," she managed to say. "How-Why-What-You- Me- Meredith?". She was at a lost for words. "Why'd you pick me then Derek?"

He had to think about that. Why did he pick her. Did he truly love her? Yes. No. He didn't know? Was it love or obligation that caused him to not sign those papers? "I-I don't know addy, I'm sorry I don't have an answer."

"Well that's too bad honey, because until you have an answer, I can't do this anymore. I'm not going to be your charity case. 'Oh look at Derek. He stayed with poor Addy to make her feel good about herself'. Derek, I've had that pathetic chatter told to me since the day you left me in Manhattan. If you don't love me, FINE! But don't leave me here hanging on a thread. Either cut me loose or love me like before. As far as I', concerned sweetie pie, there IS no us if you love another woman!" Addison stormed out of Joe's and headed to her car. She set the dial to her radio to the Christmas station. Melodies of holiday spirit filled the car, but her joyous attitude was long gone. She laid her head on the steering wheel as tears soaked the Italian leather.

Derek was just shocked. He didn't expect that reaction out of her. How could he not though. Sure, woman are emotional, but telling your wife that you love another? That's hard. Should he go to her house and beg forgiveness? He got up from his seat and headed for the door. If he were in her shoes, he'd be a mess too. What had he done?

When he reached for the door knob to open it, someone else had already done so. "Sorry," she said, as she dodged her way around him. "It's ok," he replied. As the young woman walked by, he noticed something familiar about her. The way she walked with a slight bounce in each step. The way her hair swayed back and forth when it was pulled back in a loose pony tail. And her scent. The fragrance she emitted through the door way was of roses. He turned around to watch her step up to the bar and order a drink. He was right. He knew this girl. Meredith. He had forgotten what he was going to do and sat at a booth to watch her as she took a drink. And that's when trouble started. A man in his 20s came up to the bar and occupied the seat next to his Mer. It looked as if he was buying her a drink. Her choice drink: Tequila. Derek couldn't take it anymore. He rose from his seat to give this man a piece of his mind. There is NO way I am letting this guy take her to her house drunk. I don't want her to get hurt! But then he stopped. He realized he had picked Addison, not Meredith. She wasn't his girlfriend anymore. She was over him. But was he over her?

Addison was still in her car waiting. Waiting for what? She couldn't tell. Was is for Derek? Was it for any reason? What was she still doing in the bar parking lot. Then her pager went off. 911 SGH. She was on call, and know she had to go back after one of the most traumatizing events ever in her life. What could be so important that I'd be needed. What she didn't realize was how serious it really was.

"Dr. Shepard!" Bailey screamed as she saw her rush through the glass doors. "Oh please come quick! We have a pregnant patient who is bleeding out. The mother is an abuser of drugs. There is a major risk of the infant getting SIDS disease and dying. HURRY!" Addison rushed into the OR and scrubbed into the surgery. She was able to save the baby, but she had to take it out of the womb 1 month early-making it a pre-mature. She was put in a special room for further monitoring. As for the mother, Dr. Sheppard had a little talk with her.

"Mrs. Morrison," She started. " Go away, all of you! Stop looking at me! Leave me alone. I said stop it!". Mrs. Morrison had been abusing for 3 months and she was already showing signs of major paranoia. "Mrs. Morrison! It's ok, I'm your doctor. I have to talk to you about your son." "SON! WHAT SON! I don't have a child. I don't want a child. Just kill the little twerp so I can get on with my life!" She reached into her knapsack and pulled out a piece of white rock and began sniffing it. "Mrs. Morrison! You can't use that in a hospital! Please let me help you. I want you to listen to me. Put it down!". Mrs. Morrison looked up at the pleading doctor. "I don't HAVE to do what you want. Just because it's a holiday doesn't make ME have to do what's considered right and listen to you. NOBODY understands what I'm going through. NOBODY!" She let out tears and began throwing the lamp at the walls. Addison let out some screams as the psyche ward came in and calmed her down. Once cooled off, she got a talk. "Mrs. Morrison, please tell me what's wrong. It says on your records that you were a happy and successful lawyer. What went wrong?" " A pair of tan, skinny legs, a boob job, and a mini-skirt. THAT'S WHAT! As soon as this younger, fresher tramp comes along, he just LEAVES ME. TO ROT. TO CARRY OUR BABY. TO SUFFER. I couldn't live alone. I lived in the city, and drugs come cheap there, so I tried it. It made me feel…. Great." "Mrs. Morrison," Addison explained. "We can get you help. You don't have to live like this. You can keep your baby and live a drug free life!" "And you make it sound so simple. My baby, he's hurt. I hurt him. But some times, I don't care what I did. It depends on my mood. Why? I don't know… all I know is my life was a wreck as soon as my husband walked out on me." More tears soaked the already wet cheeks on her face. She was crushed. A man she loved ruined her life. Addison reached over for her hand and just let her know that someone was there. The two had a similar feat. Both had husbands that fell in love with another woman. The difference was that he left her. But would Derek do the same? A few dripping tears fell from Addison's eyes as she and Mrs. Morrison mourned in their common grief.

-this is my first fanfic… so how'd I do? Should I just quit while I can or continue? It's up to you! Thanks to all of those who read it… please review!

(ps- I am not a whiz in the medical field(as you can tell) but I did do a project on the effects of drugs… hence the diagnosis of Mrs. Morrison).