A/N; I haven't done any longer stories in quite a while but as I watched ER today (the old good ones that always makes me cry for some reason) …anyway… I got this idea and just had to try it out. It is definitely an Addex story even if it doesn't start out that way. It is AU but only from the end of season 3, it picks up after the non-wedding basically.

Also I know I should update my '10 things…' story and I will, I might be a bit slower in updating though because I kind of had a run-in with a door…and the door won lol. Nothing major but my typing is much slower and more painful. Just to give you all a small heads up.

Summary; Addison is broken. Derek is leaving town. One night changes nothing for him but everything for her. Addison get's pregnant and with the father gone she learns just who her friends are. [Addex with slight Addek

Disclaimer; I don't own Greys anatomy or any of the characters. The song in this chapter is called 'Don't let me down' by Idina Menzel and I do not own that either.

Rock - a – bye Baby

Prologue

Where do you go?
When you're alone and in your head.
Why do they know you?
Is your story painted in red?

The room was darkly lit, probably to fit the mood of the people. No one ever came to Joe's happy…if they say they do they are most definitely lying.

"I need drink" I spoke up and lifted my eyes to the man behind the bar. Joe to be precise. He was at the moment serving some young interns who all looked like life had been sucked out of them, then again don't all intern have that look? "Joe…" I tried again and he finally turned his attention back to my side of the bar. "My glass is empty" I looked into it for a second as I held it up, I watched how the scene became blurry.

"Addison" he snapped the glass out of my hand and the bar once more came into focus. "Maybe you've had enough for tonight?"

"No way" I shook my head but quickly stopped as it started to make me dizzy. I looked closer at Joe and put on what I hoped was my sweetest look. "I need alcohol Joe. I need something to stop this ache inside of me and right now the only thing that works is alcohol so please…"

He seemed to doubt for a second or two before he finally poured me a new drink. "So this ache, anything you want to get off your chest?"

"Men suck" I said and took a deep mouthful of the drink, smiling as it burned its way down my throat. "Seattle sucks. LA sucks. Everything just sucks" I looked up at him and to my surprise I could see a smile on his face. "What's so damn funny that you can stand here smiling at my miserable self?"

"It's just that when they told me you were planning on running off to LA I always figured you would come back some day. I just never figured you would come back before you even left" he answered.

"LA sucks" I repeated.

"So I heard" Joe nodded. "So is there any place that doesn't suck then?"

"This place" I offered but he just laughed.

"So you're staying in Seattle then?"

"Only until I find some better plan" I sighed. "Or maybe if I am lucky I will drink enough tonight and fall off the ferry boat" I added with a laugh.

"So what happened to LA?" Joe asked, completely ignoring my imaginary ferry boat accident.

"It wasn't me" I said simply. "They wanted me to deliver one baby a day and then…nothing…"

"So they said no?" Joe asked, using that 'I know everything' tone that always managed to piss me off.

"How can they not want me?" I cried and for once I didn't care that my voice grew louder for each word. "I am the best there is. How could they not want me? They de-promised me!"

"They de-promised?" Joe laughed. "How rude of them."

"You know what…" I placed the glass down hard against the bar in front of me. "…screw LA…screw people…screw doctors…"

"Right" Joe nodded. "Maybe it's time you go home then?" he suggested.

"What?" I looked up at him, confusion probably written all over my face. "But I am not drunk enough yet, I bet I can even still walk" I got down from the high chair, I took a few steps away towards the door but the room was spinning way too much. I reached out for the bar but it wasn't there anymore and I felt my body start to fall. Luckily a pair of arms came out of nowhere and wrapped themselves around my body to catch my fall.

"I thought you didn't get drunk."

I looked up and my face fell as I saw just who had caught me. "Derek" I heard how my voice was filled with disappointment. Not that I was expecting anyone else. No, in fact I was more expecting the floor. "Will you please let me go?" I asked as I realized his arms were still around me even though my feet were now securely back on the ground.

"Right" he stepped back and let go of me but he still remained close. "So why did you decide to drown your sorrows today?" he asked.

"That…" I stopped to grab the bar beside me as the room started to dance again. "…is nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about" he gave me that look, you know that look that he thinks gets everyone to fall for him. The famous Mc Dreamy look. "Oh please, spare that look for someone who actually gives a damn."

"Addie" he looked as if he was about to say something but then he just sighed. "Let's get you a cab, okay?" he took my hand and started to pull me towards the door.

"Wait" I turned around and forced him to stop too.

"What?"

"My bag" I pointed back towards the spot where I had been sitting.

"You can get it tomorrow" Derek said and tried to push me out the door.

"No" I said sternly. "That is Gucci; we do not leave Gucci bags alone in bars."

"God…" he sighed but he did in fact walk over and grab it and even took my coat as well. "There, are you happy now?"

"Very" I nodded and allowed him to lead me outside.

The cold air hit me instantly and it helped to clear my head a bit though the ground was still moving as if I had been walking on water.

"Are you okay?" Derek asked as he carefully guided me down the parking lot.

"I'm walking on water" I said before I started to laugh. "Maybe that was how Jesus did it? Maybe he too walked on moving pavement and not real water?"

"Wow you're drunk" Derek laughed as well as he stopped in front of his car. He opened the door for me and motioned for me to get in.

"That's no taxi" I stated and looked from the car to him. "You want me to get in your car?"

"I'll just take you to the hotel to make sure you get there alright."

"Can I trust you?" I eyed him closely.

"Addie get in the damn car already" he cried. "You know me, it's not like I' a serial killer or something."

"Fine" I slowly climbed into the front seat of his car and as soon as I sat down he placed my bag and coat in my lap and slammed the door closed.

He got into the driver seat and soon he was speeding down onto the street towards the hotel. I reached down towards the radio but my hand had barely touched the buttons before he spoke.

"Do not change the channel."

"But this stuff makes my head hurt" I complained but I knew what would happen if I changed it so I leaned back in my chair again.

I turned down the sunshade at my seat and used the mirror to fix my hair. Not that anything could really fix it by now though. I was actually quite surprised that no birds had claimed it as their home yet. Instead I dried off the small mascara marks from under my eyes. "God I'm a mess."

"Yes you are" Derek answered with a cheeky grin.

"Idiot" I swapped him on the arm before I went back to the mirror. "So what's with the boxes?" I asked as I just then spotted the moving boxes that were taking up the whole backseat.

"I'm leaving Seattle" he answered simply. "There just isn't much for me here and I got an offer to do some work in Europe for a few months."

"So you're moving to Europe?" I asked confused. "What about your blonde intern girlfriend and your trailer and all that?"

"Meredith is moving on and so am I" the car came to a stop outside the hotel. "I might be back some day though, who knows?"

"You're one messed up man you know that?" I couldn't help but laugh as I tried to get the door open. The door however seemed to have been constructed by someone with a great hate for people and I could not get it open.

Derek walked around the car and easily opened the door for me. "You're one to talk." He held out his hand and pulled me out of the car.

"So when are you leaving?" I watched him close the door behind me.

"Now was the plan" he replied. "Well the real plan was to get drunk tonight but I guess you drank enough for both of us."

"So this is it then?" I watched him get back to his side of the car again. "You're just gonna leave?"

"I just…I need some time for myself, you know?" he leaned against the top of the car and looked at me. He had a very visible vulnerability in his eyes.

That was when it hit me. He had his heart broken too, maybe not in the same way as mine but he was broken.

"How about a drink?" I offered.

"You really do not need more alcohol" he laughed.

"Oh come on I have a mini-bar and you obviously feel bad, you can come up and tell me about why you're leaving and what you plan on doing in Europe" I held out one hand towards him and after a few seconds he seemed to agree as he stepped away from his car.

"I'm still leaving tomorrow though" he said as he took my hand and we slowly started to walk into the hotel.

"I know…" I said and I didn't doubt him even for a second. The only thing I doubted was my sanity as I had just invited him to my room.

What do you see?
What do you dream when you're awake?
What have they seen of you?
Are you afraid of what's been said?
And if time stood still if you won't be a witness no one ever will

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A/N 2; Right there we go, what did you all think? Worth continuing?