Hey, This is my Addek story. I'm anticipating it being quite lengthy. Its a story I want to move at a relatively slow pace. I want to enjoy writing all the details of their relationship rather than have monumentally large time jumps and vague scenes. So basically the premise is Addison only slept with Mark once- They didn't have a relationship after Derek had left. Derek and Meredith were a one night only situation too- Their relationship wont have any impact on the story in the future. I guess this story is just what I would of wanted, if Shonda had decided to move forward with their relationship, rather than using Addison as a pawn in the game of Merder chess! I hope you enjoy it, and don't hesitate to leave feedback! Thanks, Charlotte.

Two weeks had passed since she arrived in Seattle. Two weeks since she'd handed him the divorce papers. Two weeks of betraying her heart. She had ostracised herself from the pain of losing him, the mere thought of her life moving forward without him made her heart beat violently against her ribcage. But she was a Forbes Montgomery and she was taught to ignore the warning's of a shattered heart and to move on with grace and confidence. She didn't feel confident sitting on the bench outside Seattle Grace Hospital. The cold of the metal slates permeated through her skirt and sent a chill up her spine making her shudder. Addison was early for their 'chat', she'd finished her rounds in record time and her interns seemed overly eager to be getting on with their patient loads. It was just typical she'd thought. The one time she had wanted to keep busy, her interns showed initiative. So instead she decided to sit outside alone and wait, It was easier than being a sitting duck in the cafeteria for everyone to gossip about. She was the constant talked about subject; the red headed devil who had swooped in and sent 'McDreamy' into a short tempered rampage throughout the hospital. He always was one for succumbing to anger quickly. She used to find it endearing. Passionate. There was going to be nothing passionate about the talk they were about to have. He would look at her with his eyes steeped in sadness. The eyes she had taken home in. Her comfort. They would be apologetic, wanting to say more, but giving in and not fighting for their marriage. Addison flicked away a small tear that had began growing at the edge of her eye. She stared out to the sporadic trails of people walking into the hospital. Most looked too busy to stop, their eyes not breaking from the sliding doors. But there were the odd few who looked scared, whose panicked eyes scattered around from left to right. She felt like she was overstepping just staring at them, like it wasn't her place to insert herself into their business. She shouldn't be observing their weakness that they were trying to mask. She looked away, fiddling with a thread that had loosened on her jacket. She twiddled it around her finger, cutting off the circulation slightly as the thread lay embedded in the growingly pale skin. Derek had asked for space. They had barely spoken for the two weeks she had been in Seattle, a quick converse if they were dealing with a patient together. Addison's advances in getting an answer on their marriage had resulted in Derek walking away, and the constant repeated sentence, "I just need more time Addison".

Derek had sought her out yesterday evening. She was sitting in the nurses station making notes on a chart when she had felt a hand brush her shoulder. She had instinctively removed her glasses to the top of her head and turned to the right to see who had demanded her attention. He looked tired to her, his jawline unshaven and his eyes slightly puffy from him rubbing his face to keep awake. She smiled lovingly at him, but was only reciprocated with a slight twitch of his lips. He had perched himself on the desk beside her, not making himself comfortable, but making it more accessible to talk to Addison quickly. Fiddling with his phone in his hand, Derek had moved his head toward Addison's direction but only briefly looked at her before staring at the floor and stated, "I'm ready to talk."

Addison had been caught off guard and before she could reply, he'd interrupted her, continuing to talk.

"But not right now, I have an emergency surgery to go to, a bleed in the frontal lobe, and I'll be in there a while." He'd shifted his body slightly so his legs were nearly touching Addison's. "But tomorrow after rounds, we can grab a coffee and talk. Okay?" Derek had stood up, slipping his phone into his pocket as Addison whispered,

"Okay" in response. He'd started to walk away when she'd called after him. "Derek?" He'd stopped in the hallway and turned around to see Addison on her feet by the chair she had just been sitting in.

"Yes Addison?" He'd responded. Addison had fiddled with the ring on her finger as she'd looked back at Derek and said,

"Good luck with your surgery... and get a good nights sleep. You look tired".

Her last sentiment surprised him slightly, He had forgotten momentarily that she knew him better than anyone else, and could read his face and know exactly what he was feeling. He smirked and looked at the floor before turning his head towards Addison.

"Thank you. I'll speak to you tomorrow. Night"

Addison had returned to her seat at the empty nurses station and held her head in her hands as she contemplated the decision Derek would deliver the next day.

Addison's mind wandered as she wondered where she would go from Seattle. Despite her best efforts, she had felt quite at home in the wet city and had already began making friends in the hospital. She could see why Derek escaped New York for Seattle. It was busy like a large city but far more peaceful and still than New York could ever be. But she wouldn't want to stay and watch Derek move forward with his life with a new woman. Without Addison. Before Addison could contemplate the horrifying image of Derek with someone else her phone buzzed in her pocket. She fumbled with the button on her pocket, her fingers slow from sitting stationary in her lap in the cold morning air. Finally she grasped it and jammed a finger into the green call button.

"Derek" She Gasped, sounding flushed.

"Hey, You weren't in the cafeteria, I was just looking for..."

Addison Interrupted him. "I wanted some air, the cafeteria was full of watchful eyes, I'm still top of the gossip bill. I'm outside the entrance on the bench"

"Okay, I'll be two minutes- Don't go anywhere!"

Addison scoffed "And where would I go Derek?"

"I'll see you in a minute. Bye."

Addison held the phone in her hand as she breathed in and out shakily. She was preparing herself, trying to take control of her breathing before Derek showed up. She tucked a stray hair behind her ear and pressed her hand over her chest, trying to tame her beating heart. She flicked her head towards the entrance and caught Derek coming down the stairs, in his typical navy scrubs and dark jacket. His hands were full with a coffee cup in each. Addison turned away, and waited for him to sit next to her. She felt him slide into the spot next to her, their hips touching. She inclined her head towards him and he offered her one of the coffee's.

"I had them put in an extra shot" Derek added.

"Thanks, Dutch courage of some sort, right?"

"Addison..."

Addison took a large gulp of the coffee, her brow furrowing slightly as she got upset, but trying to distract herself with the scolding liquid. She let out a deep sigh and turned to Derek, looking him directly in the eyes.

"Just say it Derek, I can't spend another second in this weird limbo of whose going to speak first. Just rip the band aid off"

Derek put his coffee on the floor and shifted on the bench until his entire body was facing Addison. He rested his elbow on the back of the bench and placed his hand on the side of his face.

"No anaesthesia"

"None" Addison added, looking deeply from the top of his head to the creases around his eyes.

"Okay then. Addison I...I've been thinking for days now, ever since you showed up with the divorce papers, that maybe we should go our separate ways. Clearly we've been hurting and ignoring each other. For years".

"Derek..."Addison interrupted and Derek put his hand up to signal her to be quiet.

"No, let me finish. I'm not done talking. You shouldn't of slept with my best friend, you shouldn't of needed that from him. I'm supposed to be the one to love you and I don't know if I can forgive you what you did. But I'm to blame too. I didn't see you. I got obsessed with surgery after surgery and I forgot to work on our marriage. And for that I'm sorry Addison, deeply sorry. We made vows and promises and we both broke them. But we've got history Addison, eleven christmas', eleven birthdays, eleven years of being each others family"

"What are you saying Derek?"

"I'm saying that I'm not ready to give up on that. I want more years and more memories. I didn't sign the divorce papers Addison, I couldn't do it. I'm not ready to stop fighting."

Derek moved on the bench so he could cup his hands around Addison's. They were freezing cold and he instinctively began rubbing them to give them warmth. Addison was staring at the floor, her body arched forward as if she was about to stand up. She was almost unaware of Derek holding her hands, It was the constant rubbing on the back of them that awoke her from her shocked state. She cleared her throat and pulled her left hand out of Derek's grip to tuck her hair behind her ears again- a habit she had picked up from an early age. Addison relaxed into the back of the bench and crossed her legs.

"I wasn't expecting you to say that. I thought... I thought you were done. That our marriage was over Derek. I hadn't anticipated you wanting to try. I'm a bit shocked."

"Always planning a step ahead, still?"Derek laughed slightly.

"You know me too well. Derek I don't want you to think I'm not happy. I am, you're the love of my life, I always wanted to fight, but I thought you were done, you left after the Mark situation and I truly believed that that was the final straw. I was trying to get my mind around moving to another city before you came down after rounds. I was trying to figure out where my life was going to go from here. But now..." Addison rubbed her face with both hands, slotting her palms into her eye sockets as she tried to make sense of the situation.

"I shouldn't of run away Addison. It was cowardly and weak. I shouldn't of done it. But I was numb, I couldn't look at you or be in the same city. I should of just cooled down for the night and then come back and talk to you instead of eloping. I used it as an excuse to cover up the damage I had done to our marriage too. But no excuses now, I am here and I want to try again at our marriage Addison. We can make It work, we know what not to do right?"

"Yeah, we've perfected what not to do" Addison half laughed and sighed simultaneously.

"Well there's something we agree on- progress!" Derek added before Addison shoved his shoulder playfully with her own.

"Derek I don't want to go back to New York, its too steeped in bad memories and we'd get stuck back in the same routine. But I don't think I've got thick enough skin to watch some woman pine over you every second of the day. We need a clean slate. So if there is going to be pining glances between you and someone else, you need to tell me now, because I won't stay and watch the show, I'm not a masochist."

"Addison there's nobody. I'll be totally honest with you because I think we need to be if this is going to work. When I first came to Seattle, the night before I started my first shift, I had a one night stand with a girl in a bar, but it was nothing- I thought sleeping with someone else might make me feel something. But I only felt more lonely and guilty too. She's an Intern at the hospital, first year I think, but she isn't interested in me, She only wants in on my surgery's. Nothing else.

"Okay. I believe you." Addison added before pausing and taking Derek's hand and intertwining it with her own.

"Where do we go from here Addison? You know I live in a trailer. Its not very Addison-esque!" Derek smirked as he stared at Addison, who had raised her perfectly plucked eyebrow at the mention of the trailer.

"I'm staying at the Archfield, and I'll continue to until we're ready to move back in together. And until then, we'll date. Start from the beginning. We need to re-learn what made us fall in love. We need to be just Derek and Addison again. Not world class surgeons with busy schedules."

"Okay then." Derek added before lifting his coffee cup off the floor. Addison copied him and they chinked cups.

"To dating" They said in unison before taking swigs of their drinks. They both burst out laughing hysterically, clutching their sides as they tried to regain control.

"Oh this is going to be fun" Derek choked out before wiping the tears from his eyes.

"You bet your ass it will, I'm a great gal to date. Expensive, but great" Addison smiled as Derek put his arm around her shoulders. They stared at each other for a while, comfortable in each others presence before Derek leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Addison's lips. He lingered, cupping her chin with his hand. He broke away from her lips and then kissed her forehead before pulling her closer to him on the bench, his arm draped over her shoulders. They sat together drinking their coffee's and not saying a word until their peace was disturbed by an impatient beeper.

I Hope you all enjoyed it. I'll try to get a chapter up every week. But I'm horrendously lazy. So stick with me. I have 13 of the chaptered planned out- so that should be a help!