So I know I should probably finish Believe in Second Chances, but this story came to my head today so I just went with it :-). One-shot for now, but might add more depending on reviews :-D

A/N: Dont own anything!

Her Happy Ending

Addison crouched over the toilet, her red hair falling over her face and blocking her vision as she became violently sick. It was the second time in two days. She knew something wasn't right, but she was too damn tired to see was this was about. She didn't want to be the cause of the focus and gossip that this was sure to cause. There was a knock on the door.

"Addison, are you ok?" came Sam's concerned voice.

"I'm fine," she croaked, standing up and making her way to the sink to rinse her mouth out. "You don't have to see this. Go away."

"Not likely, Addie." the door opened. "Can I get you anything?" he asked. Addison shook her head.

"I'm fine. It's just food poisoning. Go away."Sam ignored her and brushed a strand of red hair out of her eyes.

"Food poisoning?" he asked, mentally cursing himself for taking her to the Chinese food restaurant a few days before.

"Yeah," Addison nodded weakly. "The Chinese food didn't make you sick?" Sam shook his head, looking at her with concern and marveling over how beautiful she looked, even when she was sick.

"No," he replied. "Addie, why don't you take the day off? Or at least come in so we can check you out?" Addison shook her head.

"I have patients. Besides, I'll be fine in a few days. Just...hand me that bottle of pepto-bismol. I'll be fine." he handed her the bottle of the disgusting pink liquid, skepticism written all over his face.

"Addie...I really think you should..." she grabbed the bottle out of his hand.

"I'll be fine, Sam." she cut him off and marched out of the bathroom without another word, leaving Sam shaking his head in confusion.

Addison carefully stepped out of the elevator, still dizzy over her recent trip to the toilet. She wished she had taken Sam's advice and stayed home; the pepto had not done it's job of soothing her stomach. However, she had patients, and Addison was not one to succumb to a small case of what was probably food poisoning. It's nothing, she said to herself, making her way over to the lunch room, hoping that a cup of tea would soothe her stomach. She opened the door and was disappointed to find Pete and Violet having their morning coffee, along with Charlotte King and Amelia Shepherd. She did not want an audience and tried to slip into the room unnoticed.

"You look like hell," came Amelia's reply as she placed her tea in the microwave.

"Good morning to you," Addison retorted. "What are you all doing here so early?"

"Oh nothin...just tryin' to give Violet support over the woman trashin' her book." Charlotte replied, a small smirk playing on her lips. Addison raised her eyebrows.

"I didn't know you wrote a book," she said, joining them at the table. Violet took a swing of pepto-bismol.

"Yeah, apparently I'm "self-involved and lack all sense of boundaries." she groaned, throwing the paper down in disgust.

"It's one bad review, Violet!" Pete argued. "One out of...how many?" he glanced at down at the paper.

"Five." she stuck out her lower lip in a pout.

"Oh come on...you're gonna let that one bad review ruin your day? Get over it!" Charlotte retorted.

"Clearly, she's an idiot." Pete defended her. Violet smiled slightly.

"Yeah, one bad review." she took another gulp of pepto and stood up. "I have a patient. See you guys later." she left. Addison absent-mindedly reached for the pink bottle, hoping nobody was watching. Once again, she was wrong.

"Seriously, Addie. You look like shit. You're all pale and sweaty, what's up with you?" Amelia asked. Crap.

"Nothing's wrong. But you probably shouldn't recommend any more people to that Chinese food place you told Sam about. I've been sick for two days. It's not fun." Amelia raised her eyebrows.

"I should go too. I've got a patient coming in about an hour." Addison gulped down the rest of her tea and hurried out of the lunch room before Amelia could ask any more questions.

Several hours later, Addison was preparing to leave the hospital and get home into her bed. She was exhausted after a particularly stressful day at work and wanted nothing more than to curl up under the covers. She snatched her keys off her desk and was about to grab her purse when Amelia walked in.

"Hey. I was just gonna go out for a drink-care to join me?" she asked. Addison groaned inwardly. Any other day she wouldn't refuse drinks with her best friend, but today she was just too tired.

"Thanks, Amelia," she replied, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn. "But I think I'm gonna head home to bed. I'm pretty tired." Amelia raised her eyebrows.

"Since when does Addison Montgomery turn down drinks?" she asked.

"Since she has been too tired to keep her eyes open, and since she spent half the morning with her head in the toilet." she yawned again. "Maybe tomorrow. I really need to get home." She could feel Amelia staring.

"What?" Addison finally asked, beginning to get irritated.

"Are you keeping something from me?"

"No...why?" she raked her brains, trying to think of something she failed to tell her best friend. She came up empty, Addison told Amelia everything.

"Sleeping all the time...exhaustion...puking your brains out every morning? Addison, are you sure you're not..."

"No." Addison realized what she was getting at and dismissed it quickly. "Amelia, for me to get pregnant would take a miracle...there's no way..."

"Are you late?" she asked. Addison froze. She was late. But there was just no way...Amelia had this knowing gleam in her eyes.

"You're preggers!" she exclaimed, grabbing her hand in excitement. Addison started to protest.

"Amelia...I'm not..."Amelia shoved something in her hands. Addison glanced down and realized it was a pregnancy test.

"Go pee on a stick. I'll wait for you." Addison looked at her best friend and smiled.

"Ok. I'll do it. Be right back." Addison tried not to get her hopes up as she made her way to the bathroom. She knew it was impossible, she only had one egg that prevented her from getting pregnant. But if it made Amelia happy, she would take the damn test. Peeing on a stick never hurt anyone. When she was finished, she returned to her office and handed the stick to Amelia. They waited together, Addison wringing her hands nervously under the table.

"Well?" she asked when the timer finally rang. "I'm not, right? Let's go."

"Addie," Amelia whispered, her face shining with triumph as she pointed. "Look." Addison glanced down and felt her heart skip a beat. It looked like her dream was finally becoming a reality.

So...should I continue? Please review!