Hi!

Well this is my first story that I have uploaded on here, and whilst I have written Fan Fiction before I have never written for Private Practice. I hope it's ok!

This is basically set in episode 1x07 at the very end- and instead of standing Addison up Pete turns up for their date.

And the title is a Snow Patrol song.

Italics are Addison's thoughts.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters belong to Shonda.


She was nervous, and Addison Montgomery never got nervous. She had moved her entire life twice- first to Seattle to save her marriage, and then to LA after several failed relationships. She hadn't been nervous then. Yet here she was, panicking because a man she hardly knew was approximately forty-five minutes late for their date. If she could call it a date, realistically it was planned sex with a maybe for something more. It was close enough to what she needed to justify it. She looked down to the already half empty bottle of wine and the empty glass he was yet to use and wondered what an earth she was doing. She was Addison Forbes Montgomery and never waited for a man. Ever. It used to be the other way around. Well this is what you get for kissing cute doctors with nice eyes. Naomi was right- she did have an MO, and maybe she should have accepted the hot cops offer of a drink. Maybe it would change things for her. Dating, and even marrying, other doctors did not seem to be working out for her. Pete was mysterious, and so similar to Derek yet so different. He was sometimes quite sweet, but also very arrogant and annoying like Mark was. She liked their banter and thought they had finally got to a place where they could have more than random hot kisses and some rather extreme sexual tension when telling each other how arrogant they were. Addison found it rather ironic that no matter how she ended up her thoughts would drift back to her ex-husband and her ex-mistress. Moving had not changed that. She did not believe that she was that different in LA, it was just an easier start. There were no preconceptions that she was an adulterous whore to deal with upon her arrival, and no interns sleeping with her husband. No one called her Satan in LA. As she took another sip of her wine she realised that if she was Naomi she would be eating a lot of cake right now, but as she had recently realised putting food on top of her problems did not work for her as well as it did for her best friend. She was so deep in her thoughts she almost didn't hear the door bell.

Addison jumped, almost spilling red wine over herself. She put the glass down and stood up. As she walked towards the door she vaguely wondered if this was a good idea, but that thought was pushed out of her head as the door bell was rung for a second time. She ran her fingers through her hair and opened the door. He smiled at her and held up a bottle of wine, much like he had a few weeks before when he turned up slightly drunk on her doorstep.

"You are late." She said to him, annoyance evidence in her voice but she stood to the side and let him in anyway. He walked past her, saying nothing, and she rolled her eyes and closed the door.

"You lit candles." He replied, completely ignoring what she had said. He looked at her and his smile faded as he was that she was not exactly impressed.

"You are late." She repeated. She raised her eyebrow, which seemed to signal that he needed to explain if he expected more than banter tonight. He sighed and put the bottle down on her table, and then sat on her sofa.

"I'm sorry." He paused and looked up at her; she had that inquisitive look on her face that he found so sexy. She was beautiful, and he was an idiot for waiting this long to come round here. "Today just made me think a lot, about Anna," She sat down next to him, still not talking but signalling that she was listening to him. "We were trying for a baby before she died- it was a terrible idea looking back on it. The baby was an attempt to make our marriage work. Then I thought about us, and whether this was a good idea." He looked up at her. "I'm still not sure if it's a good idea."

"So you are here to tell me that you don't think this is a good idea?" She stood up, and suddenly seemed very angry. "What was the point of even coming? I do have other offers you know! I'm hot! I-" before she could finish her sentence his lips were on hers. As endearing as he found her ranting this was not exactly the time for it. Despite her anger she started kissing him back and put her hands on the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His arms went around her, and he had one hand in her hair and another on the small of her back. After some time he pulled back and looked at her, her face was flushed and her lips were swollen. She was looking at him like she had been that very morning in the birthing suite. She let her arms drop, he did not.

"I thought you said-"

"I said that I didn't think it was a good idea- not that I wasn't going to."

"Well that's what every girl wants to here." Her voice was sarcastic, yet soft and her eyes did not leave his.

"I don't know if this will work, or even if it should. But I want it to." He whispered. He could almost see the thoughts churning in her head, and as her lips came back into contact with his he guessed that she agreed with him. The kiss got more and more intense and he pulled her back down onto the sofa on top of him. She moaned in, what he assumed was, appreciation as he moved the silk robe she was wearing off her shoulders and let it fall carelessly to the floor. She moved her hands from around his neck to his shirt to undo the buttons. They were so caught up in each other they didn't hear the door creep open slightly.

"Addison?!" She jumped and looked up to see Cooper standing there. She suddenly realised that she was not wearing much and crossed her arms quickly. This is when Pete decided to sit up too. "Pete?!" Apparently from where Cooper was standing he had not been able to see who was under Addison on the sofa. Although now it was painfully obvious it was Pete and she was straddling him. She probably would have found it funny if she wasn't so mortified.

"Cooper what are you doing here?" Pete noticed her voice was quite high pitched, and couldn't help but smirk.

"Your door was open."

"That doesn't really answer my question." She stated, wishing Pete's eyes weren't quite so dreamy so that about fifteen minutes ago she would have shut her door properly.

"I was looking for Sam, he wasn't in so I came here assuming you were along. Obviously I was wrong." He stood there for a second still looking at his two co-workers who, he had noticed, had made no move to jump away from each other.

"Cooper!" She practically screeched this time. That seemed to jump start him.

"Sorry! See you at work tomorrow." He smirked and left, closing the door behind him.

The pair slowly turned their heads back to each other. Addison bit her lip and smiled at him.

"Well that avoids everyone at work asking if anything happened- I'm sure Cooper can create an entire story in his head from what he just saw." He didn't reply to her, but just moved his lips back onto hers. She returned the kiss, and was this time very grateful the door was actually closed as their clothes landed on her living room floor.


She laid on the floor with her head on his chest looking up at her ceiling, their linked hands rested on her stomach. She had to admit the sex was good; in fact it was very good- amazing actually. Of course, she was not going to vocal that, anymore than she already had, his ego was big enough. She looked to the clock on her mantelpiece. It was midnight. She suddenly realised that the marathon sex they had apparently just had made her very hungry. As if he read her thoughts he sat them up , put on a pair of boxers and walked into her kitchen.

"What food do you have?" He asked, already looking through her cupboards- of course finding nothing.

"There's some salad somewhere." She replied, finding his shirt and putting it on before joining him in the kitchen.

"Salad is not food." He replied dryly. He opened one cupboard and stopped, suddenly smiling. "You have got to be kidding me." He said as he pulled a sweater out.

"What?" She asked, shrugging her shoulders, "I ran out of room in the bedroom." He shook his head at her and moved onto the next cupboard- yet again finding clothes instead of food.

"At least it wasn't in the oven I suppose." He looked at her and noticed she suddenly looked a bit guilty. His eyes widened and he walked over to her oven and opened it, and no longer to his surprise he found more clothes. "Wow." He said simply.

"I can't cook. So I don't use it." She said, smiling at him. He moved closer to her and put his arms around her waist, she snaked her arms around his neck.

"Well how do you eat then?"

"Well I can make salad-"

"That is not cooking."

"And I order in a lot. Or sometimes I eat at Naomi's." He shook his head slightly at her and pecked her lips.

"So what do we eat?"

"Well I know a good Chinese that delivers, or I know somewhere that makes an amazing pizza." She said, stroking her fingers over the back of his neck.

"Pizza." He replied, pulling her ever so slightly closer.

"I'll get the phone." She pulled away from him and came back a minute later phone in hand. "What do you want on it?"


An hour and one large pizza later the two of them were back on the sofa curled up against each other. He was silent, and running his fingers through her hair.

"What does this mean then?" She asked him quietly, and turned her head and sat up a bit so she could look at him. "What is this?" She went on, signalling between them with her hands. She seemed nervous; he didn't know that she could.

"Why don't we figure it out as we go?" He replied after sometime. A look on her face let him know this was not what she wanted to hear, but the way it felt when they were this close to one another was enough for her for now.

"Ok." She said softly. She moved into kiss him, and for a change, they did so slowly at first. As always with them it did get deeper relatively quickly. She pulled away from him a little, their lips practically still touching. "Want to stay the night?"

"I wouldn't expect it any other way." She smiled at him and removed herself from his lap as she stood up. She offered him a hand as he also stood and she led him upstairs. She was still pretty unsure where she stood with Pete. It seemed as if it was more than sex- the touching and the holding indicated more than just a casual relationship. As Pete lifted her into his arms at the top of her stairs and, after some direction, ran to her bedroom she decided at that moment she did not care.

Neither of them slept much that night.


Well there it was! I do have more planned for this if you like it, it will be pretty much AU from here- it will involve story lines from all the seaons but with differences because Addison and Pete are together (sort of).

Please review if you read this :)

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