Hi guys. This is a fic that I'm writing with a friend of mine. It's ADDEK in NY. Hope you like it!

The title of this fic is based on this lovely song Never Say Never by The Fray. We are mildly obsessed with it. :W

Here are the lyrics:

Some things we don't talk about

Better to do without

Just hold a smile

We're falling in and out of love

The same damn problem

Together all the while

You can never say never

When we don't know why

Time and time again

Younger now then we were before

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go

Picture, you're the queen of everything

As far as the eye can see

Under your command

I will be your guardian

When all is crumbling

Steady your hand

Together all the while

You can never say never

When we don't know why

Time and time again

Younger now then we were before

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go

We're falling apart

And coming together again and again

We're coming apart

But we hold it together

Hold it together, together again

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go,

Don't let me go

PS. We've taken a lot of creative liberties as far as background story is concerned. We love it and hope you will too.

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[b] CHAPTER ONE: Here We Are [/b]

The sign on the door read [b] Dr. Sumners' Office [/b] in big, bold letters, followed by [b]Marriage Counselor[/b] underneath in fine print. She's supposed to be the best. That's why they were there. They agreed that it's going to take the best of everyone to make it work. She paused in front of the door, glancing nervously to her side at her husband. Sometimes, she couldn't believe he was there with her. It wasn't like him to stay when things got tough. He was staying though, and she was so grateful. God, she loved him. She did, she just didn't know how to tell him that. She didn't know how to make him believe her. Not after what had happened, not after what he'd seen.

"Here we are." He whispered and she nodded her head at him. His thoughts were racing, and he fought to control his pulse. This is what he had signed up for. This is what he'd canceled three appointments for- appointments that were made months in advance. He was a man that people sought out. He was a man that people looked to save their lives, but he was trying to save his own life. It was only then that he could focus long enough to look at someone else's. It was pretty easy to cancel appointments now that he didn't have a partner in the office. It was just him and his assistant, Ronald. He'd had a woman named Cassie, but Addison had insisted on a male assistant once he agreed to work it out. She didn't want him to have any temptations for revenge. He didn't fight it, because he would be lying if he said the thought hadn't crossed his mind. He'd thought that Mark was sleeping with Cassie, but clearly Cassie wasn't whom Mark had spent his nights with. Bile rose up in his throat as he the memory flashed before his eyes, but he shook it away. He had to get past that. He had to- somehow.

He watched as she struggled with whether or not to grab onto his hand, and he took the opportunity to open the door. Baby steps were vital, he told himself. He hadn't touched her yet. He told himself that it was normal, even as her clothes slowly but surely transformed a little more provocative every day. Addison had never been the conservative dresser since he'd married her and she moved out of her parents' house, but even he noticed the change. Her blouses cut a little lower, and her skirts fell just a little shorter. He wasn't sure if it was possible, but he swore her skin even started to look silkier. He reasoned that it was probably just his brain. Not having sex because he was tired from working so much didn't seem as hard to manage as not having sex because he wouldn't allow himself the pleasure. He was a freaking moron; he scolded himself as he watched her walk into the waiting room in front of him, wincing as her hips sashayed in a way that only she could pull off without it being overly dramatic.

Addison had a flair for the dramatics. She always had. He linked it back to her days in Theater, even though she had to be severely hard pressed to admit those days ever occurred. That girl would never waste her time with designer shoes and flawless hair. Addison had tucked her away right along with her graduation gown. He had a feeling he would have fell in love with her too, though. There was something magnetic about Addison that he could never quite put his finger on, but it was there. It was what kept him there. It was what made him love her no matter what they went through. They were Derek and Addison, and he planned to keep it that way.

He took a seat in a chair as she stood at the glass barrier between them and the workers. It seemed so impersonal when he was sitting on the other side, even though he knew his office waiting room was eerily similar. He was a brain surgeon though, he told himself. He was supposed to keep himself distant from his patients. She was a counselor. She was supposed to be close with her patients on a professional level. He didn't know how one was to do that, but he didn't dwell on it long, that wasn't his problem, and he had more than enough of those to keep him occupied. He watched as she walked back over to him with the clipboard and pen in hand. He realized that his arm was across the back of the empty chair, and although his instinct told him to move it down to his side, he couldn't stomach the broken expression he knew would cross Addison's face when he did it, so he didn't move it. Even after she sat down, and his wrist rubbed up against her silk shirt, he kept still. It was hard to get only a graze of contact from her. He always craved more. She didn't seem to notice though as her heels clicked anxiously on the tiled floors, matching the beat of then pen against the clipboard. She hadn't even filled out the first line yet. He glanced down to see what the hold up was. It asked for her full name. He smirked. Some things would never change.

"I HATE my middle name." She grumbled, and he allowed himself to chuckle, fighting the urge to pet her head to pacify her.

"I love your middle name." He grinned. "I married you for your middle name. Forbes is much more interesting than say, Addison." He chuckled, and even as her eyes narrowed on him, he could see that her lips were twitching with ache from wanting to smile.

"That's not fair." She shook her head once she gave in to the smile before focusing back on the sheet of paper. She sighed as she filled out the fields. Derek Christopher Shepherd. Addison Forbes Montgomery Shepherd. She'd filled it out a million times before in the eleven years of their marriage, but it was the first time that she realized that maybe it wouldn't always be her name. The thought scared her. When they'd said their vows as Derek and Addison, she'd thought she'd be a Shepherd for the rest of her life, and suddenly she was sitting in a waiting room of a person who very well may decide the rest of her life for her. It was terrifying. She didn't like it one bit. She didn't like the idea of therapy either, but she'd been so desperate to keep him from disowning her that it'd been her last resort. She didn't want to have to talk about what she'd done. She didn't want to have mention Mark at all. Especially her feelings for him. The feelings that so clearly clashed with the stronger than steel feelings she felt for her husband. They didn't make sense to her, and she wasn't so sure she wanted someone to try to explain them to her, especially in front of Derek.

"Yeah, well. Blame your parents. Not me."

"I'll be sure to add that to the list."

He was about to respond when the door opened, revealing, who he assumed was, Doctor Sumners. "Addison and Derek... Shepherd?" They both winced slightly at the hesitation, but stood up nonetheless. Addison was about to admit that she hadn't actually finished the paper work yet, but she stopped herself. She figured the fact that it was still in her hand told her that. "Come on back." The woman's smile was welcoming, but Addison still felt her knees shake.

Goosebumps flared across her skin as his fingertips brushed against her lower back in a comforting but guiding motion. It was going to be okay, she told herself. He was still there, and she still loved him. They could make it work. They were Addison and Derek. They were invincible.

"It's so nice to meet you!" Addison greeted the woman with a handshake before leading the way down the hallway to the only room that had an open door. She hesitated once she was inside. There was a couch and there were also two chairs. She didn't know where to sit, and she could feel the therapist's eyes on her. It was like a test, and she didn't know which one was the right answer. She didn't know what to do, so she quickly glanced back at Derek who cleared his throat. At least he was uncomfortable at the choice too, she told herself.

"Chairs today, okay Ad?" He whispered into her ear, and she quickly agreed. He'd touched her back for the first time in three weeks. She didn't want to push it.

"Chairs." She agreed and sat down in the empty chair, and even though she knew it was just in her mind, her back felt just a little bit colder without his hand lingering there for guidance, and not for the first time that day, Addison felt a little more lost than the moment before.

"Alright. Let's get started." Doctor Sumners sat on the couch across from them, and they both forced a smile. It was going to be a long hour and fifteen minutes.