There is just not enough ADDEK fanfic out there. And, I truly believe that they should be together. So, you all get this.

Everything in italics is thought

Summary: ONESHOT. How I think it all should have gone.

Disclaimer: I own none, Shonda owns all. Bummer.

Addison Forbes Montgomery Shepherd walked into the lobby of the Seattle Grace Hospital, took one look around, and saw her target. Standing next to the woman she assumed was his mistress. That smug bastard grin is about to be wiped off his face. She thought to herself, as she strode across the marble floor. She knew the instant that he saw her, because his face turned a marvelous shade of off-white.

"Addison. What are you doing here?"

"Well, you would know, if you had bothered to return any one of my phone calls."

She looked at Meredith, sizing her up in an instant.

"Hi." Addison said, extending her hand to Meredith. "I'm Addison Shepherd."

Meredith stood for a moment, contemplating what the stunning woman had just said.

"Shepherd?" Meredith asked.

"And you must be the woman," she gestured to Derek, "Who's screwing my husband."

Meredith stood, transfixed, holding Derek's wife's hand, her mind still processing the information that had just been dumped on her. Abruptly she dropped Addison's hand, and turned on her heel, and walked from the couple. Meredith could hear Derek yelling for her to wait, as he frantically gathered his things, but she didn't. She walked into the rain, not caring for an instant about the cashmere sweater that she currently had on. All she wanted was to get away from him.

Inside, Derek turned on Addison, after it became evident that Meredith was not going to wait for him. And, he had some anger that needed working out. And Addison was standing less than two feet away from him. But, as he opened his mouth to speak, she took the opportunity, and laid her mouth on top of his, jamming her tongue into his mouth before he could process what was happening. He felt her familiar lips, with some vigor, before realizing what was happening. He shoved her away, and took several steps back himself, running his fingers through his longish, black, wavy hair.

"What the HELL do you think you are doing Addison Forbes?" He yelled, as he stood on the marble floor, angrily glaring at the redhead in front of him.

"Kissing my husband." She replied, her half smile of confidence gracing her features. Derek stood, stunned, before he replied.

"No, Addison, we are not together. Look," he held up his left hand, "No ring."

She looked at his hand, and then grasped it with her right hand, while holding up her own left hand.

"Luckily, I still have mine."

After Addison's rather forward entrance, Derek decided that he needed a drink. And with the headache that he knew was coming, he didn't much care if Addison happened to be with him.

Several drinks later, Derek was much more talkative. And Addison was using it to her advantage. When Richard had called, Addison had half-heartedly agreed to come. It was only after a much needed AND deserved kick in the butt from Nancy Shepherd that she got on the red eye from New York to Seattle. And, during the five hours she was on the plane, she had come up with a plan to get Derek back.

"Hey, Addddddy, what're you doin here? I thougg you were in New Yerk." Derek slurred. As it turned out, Addison had been wrong all those years; the man really couldn't hold his liquor. (or maybe it had to do with the straight vodka he'd been drinking steadily for the last two hours…)

"Well," she said, tossing her scarlet hair over her shoulder, and smiling sexily at him, "I missed you." On the outside, she appeared confident. But, on the inside, her stomach was doing acrobatic tricks. She wasn't sure if it was because of nerves, or that the man she loved with all her heart was sitting in front of her.

"I didn misss youu." He replied, banging his head on the bar. Addison's smile waned. It was going to be harder than she expected to stay sober with him talking like he had been.

So, she paid the check, and led a drunken Derek to her rental, praying he wouldn't regurgitate his vodka all over the front half of the car.

When they arrived at the hotel, Addison and Derek got on the elevator. As the doors closed, and Addison pressed the button for the 18th floor, she felt an odd sensation. Then, the lights dimmed, and the elevator grinded to a halt, halfway between the first and second floors.

Could today get any worse? She asked herself, as she kicked off her Prada pumps, and watched as Derek lowered himself shakily to the floor. He had his head in his hands, and appeared to be already suffering from the vodka. Then, he looked up at her blearily, and saw her look of amusement and confusion, and decided to fix that. So, all the sudden, Addison found herself on the floor, courtesy of the half-drunk man himself.

"So, Addyson, how're you been?" He asked, his head lolling slowly from side to side. Addison considered her options, and then decided to tell him about the last six months, considering he wouldn't remember a single moment of their conversation in the morning.

"Well, I slept with Mark, got pregnant, aborted the child, and now I'm stuck in an elevator with my drunk husband, who is currently feeling me up. So, all in all, I've had better days."

"Poor Addyson," Derek mumbled, as sleep started to cloud his mind. "Love you Addy," he finished. His head lolled to the side, and his neck craned at an awkward angle, as sleep finally claimed him

Addison gasped, and felt tears form. She was surprised there were any left, after the massive breakdown that she felt had utterly consumed her since that fateful night when Derek had walked in on her and Mark, in the middle of passionate embrace.

She closed her eyes, and leaned her head against the carpeted wall, pulling Derek's head into her lap. As she smoothed his hair back, and drank in his scent, she fully realized how much she had missed him. And her resolve further hardened. Addison was an independent woman. She was strong, courageous, and had been told many times that she was gorgeous. But, her one weakness had always been Derek. And she fully intended to keep it that way.

She let herself fall into a less than blissful sleep, knowing that the morning would bring pain beyond her worst nightmares.

So, she shifted down onto the floor, and wrapped Derek's powerful arms around her. And she knew that if he was beside her, she would be okay.

Tomorrow, she had to answer to him. But, his final goodnight words had given her hope. Hope that they could be Addison and Derek once more.

a/n: Yea, nay? Should I continue? Reviews are appreciated!