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A/N: Ok, so I'm alive and I'm back in action with a new story (that has up to chapter 3 written so far). The pairing is kind of odd, but give it a chance. I really love this story and the possibilities of where these two might end are endless. So trust me, give them a chance

A/N 2: We all know Addison is from Connecticut, but for purposes of this fic, let's pretend Addie spent her childhood in Alabama and then moved to Connecticut when she was a little older, shall we? And from what I can gather, Bizzy isn't winning mommy of the year anytime soon. But again, for purposes of this story, she's the one baking homemade apple pies, ok? Enjoy!

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Ch.1

She still couldn't remember what possessed her to come home, to her little town in Alabama. She had so many fond memories here. So many memories of simpler and happier times. Memories of childhood dreams and relaxing summer days flashed through Addison's head making a smile appear against her lips. She guessed it was the stress Seattle had left her with that made her take for granted a lot of things. Addison was on the brink of moving to LA, but first she needed to make sure she was doing the right thing, deciding what's best for her and all that. She needed to find herself again and she needed to reconnect with whom she once was. That's probably it. She thought to herself.

"Addison darling…" Her mother, Bizzy Montgomery received her at the door.

Though the Montgomery's had a maid, the woman was merely there to assist Mrs. Montgomery around the house whenever she needed an extra hand. Since Archer and Addison both moved out, Bizzy and Armand, their father, decided to move back Alabama.

Armand was a retired master of surgery. He taught most of his skills to Addie because she was the surgeon in the family. Armand also liked to attend seminars and keep up with medicine as much as he could, that way he could always have something in common with his children, or so he said. He just didn't want or need the stress of hospital life and patients anymore. He would leave that for Archer and Addison.

Bizzy on the other hand, hadn't been so happy with the move back to the country. She was a big city kind of woman and she always had been ever since she moved away from the country. She had been the one to teach Archer how to be so picky when it came to friends, connections and girlfriends. She was also the one who passed her fashion gene to Addison. Upon requested by their father, they spoke with their mother and made her see reason that, after that very ugly and public fall out with her best friend, the socialite in her had to retire and moving back to Alabama was the way to go. It was a very peaceful place to live and there was no need to be a show off anymore.

Addison and Archer loved their parents. So naturally, they wanted what was best for them. The kids had grown up into mature and respected members of society. They had stumbled on their way there, but they had managed to make it and now it was their turn to care for their parents, though economically they didn't need neither Archer nor Addison. But still, they were always happy when one or both of their kids went home.

"Mom!" Addison said with an excited smile as she paid the cab driver.

"Oh honey, I'm so glad you're home." The tall, blonde woman hugged her daughter.

"Me too, mom." The tall, redhead woman hugged her mother.

"I don't like it though that you chose to come home three days before your father and I have to go away for that stupid business trip." Bizzy said in her rich southern accent that had come back ever since moving back to Alabama.

Addison had lost hers when she had moved to New York. Mark had teased her relentlessly while Derek had told her it was cute. But Addison, knowing she was destined for greatness, lost it because she knew she'd get made fun of. It wasn't about being embarrassed as much it was about avoiding being teased and not taken seriously.

"Sorry mom, but it's the only free time I had before I move to Los Angeles." Addison told her mother as the maid came to get her bags and put them in her old room.

"Is it still the same? My room I mean." Addison asked her mother eagerly. That house hadn't been rented or sold since they moved. Sometimes they used it as the country home for when the kids had school vacations and Armand could manage a few weeks off of work.

Bizzy nodded. "Just like you left it when we left for Connecticut. We barely came here and when we did, we were here for a few weeks tops. So it didn't bother you so much." Bizzy explained. "And you're moving to LA?" She asked quite shocked.

"Yes mom. Seattle, the aftermath of my divorce, Derek and his intern, I didn't get the job I've worked so hard to get, all of it made me lose it. I lost who I am, I lost sight of what I want. I've lost so much and I need a change. I need to move on and be happy again rather than just keep digging my grave, you know?" Addison explained. She always had an amazing relationship with her mother.

"I know. Come on, let's go inside before you turn more into a carrot than you already are." Bizzy teased her daughter which made Addie pout.

"Now, come on. Don't pout like that, you're not five years old anymore, so it ain't that cute." Bizzy said and Addison laughed.

"I've missed you, mom." Addison said and hugged her mother tightly. She had missed and needed those hugs one too many times in the last year.

"I've missed you too, Bug." Bizzy whispered to her and called Addison by her childhood nickname and guided her inside their old home.

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He had left Seattle weeks ago. Well, he had left the hospital weeks ago. He had checked himself into a hotel and when all the shame and embarrassment had dissipated, he was only left with pain and loneliness. He slipped away from Seattle and found himself landing on the grounds of his hometown in Alabama. Whatever possessed Preston Burke to come here, was definitely a mystery to him. He took a cab and gave the man the address of his destination, which was his mother's diner.

After paying the driver, Burke took his one bag from the trunk and walked inside. The bell rang once he entered announcing to everyone he was there. He made his way inside, while taking a good, deep breath as he remembered his childhood. So many good memories that this place had. So many great friends he had had here. And a few girlfriends that had made it to the family business as well. He almost never took his dates here. Not because he was embarrassed, but because he liked his privacy and that was something he was sure his mother wouldn't give him if he brought a date to eat here.

"Mama?" Burke called as he reached the counter before he placed his duffle bag on the stool to his left.

"Preston? What are you doing here?" His mother asked in shock as she came out of the kitchen to greet his son. She was quite surprised to see him, since she thought he was still in Seattle.

"I needed to get away from Seattle. It's so good to see you, mama." He said when he hugged her after she had come around from behind the counter to stand before him.

Preston had needed those hugs one too many times. Though he was a grown man, the inner child within him always craved the safety that his mother's arms provided for him.

After the heartbreaking decision to leave Cristina, Preston had had time to think and swallow the whole thing before he was ready to face the world again. That's why he had been in that hotel room. To grieve and to pity himself and to have one too many drinks on one occasion. He had to try and drown on alcohol just like everyone else did. Turns out, Preston hated the hang over so he knew he wouldn't drink like that again. Not any time soon anyway.

"How long are you planning on staying?" Mrs. Burke asked her son.

"I don't know. Maybe a few weeks. I need to start looking for a job." Preston said.

He had talked to his mother about him quitting after the almost wedding. His mother had been upset, but she let her son manage it, as a good mother would. She only wanted what was best for his son and maybe a new job would help him get back on track.

"Well your father and I were thinking of taking a vacation. But now that you're here…"

"No, mama. You two should go. I'm a grown man. I can stay home alone for a few weeks. I just wanted to come home to feel centered and gain a sense of normalcy again. I'll be fine without you two here. I promise." He said and smiled that charming smile of his.

Preston really wanted his parents to go. Not that he wasn't thrilled to see them, but he felt like they shouldn't stop whatever they were doing because of him. Preston was a big boy, he could take care of himself.

"Ok. So, want to help out, or are you too tired?" She asked him in a teasing matter.

"I can help, mama." Preston said and went behind the counter. He was never too tired to help his mother out.

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Please tell me what you guys think? Suggestions/requests are always welcomed since I don't have this finished yet. Maybe I can work your request into a chapter. Who knows? Anyways, flames will be used to make smore, constructive critiques are always welcomes.