I'm well aware of the fact that I have other fics on the go, which I need to update. But sit it out, they'll happen. I've had this idea for a while now, and I just wanted to see how people took to it. So, reviews are appreciated a lot. It's not as long as I'd hoped, nor as good. But it's just a start.

I don't own anything, sadly. I wouldn't complain if I owed Eric though. However, my obsession with Patrick is kinda crazy lately.

Read and Review it, please.

It had been 23 years since she'd held her baby in her arms, 23 long years since she'd said goodbye to the baby that she and her High School sweetheart had brought into the world. 23 years since she had cried herself to sleep after handing her baby daughter over. Now, 23 years later, she was going to meet her.

If she'd told Mark about things, then maybe they wouldn't be in the situation they're in, maybe they would've found a way to raise the child together. But Bizzy hadn't wanted her daughter to put her career on the line because of some stupid mistake, in fact, she'd wanted Addison to have an abortion, but Addison had refused. She didn't care if Mark wasn't around, she couldn't have an abortion. She had been 17, still in high school, and her boyfriend had moved away five weeks before she found out that she was pregnant. He was gone, and she was in this alone. Of course, her friends had said they'd stick by her, but soon enough they'd changed their minds and decided that they didn't want to be in the middle of the whole thing.

So, Addison Forbes Montgomery was left alone, to deal with the pregnancy alone. Her Mother had suggested that she was home-school, but Addison refused that. She would deal with the taunting from other students about her being pregnant, she didn't care. It wasn't until about three weeks before the baby was born that Addison realised she couldn't do it, she couldn't raise a child at the age of 18. She had college, med school, her internship, she had everything left to look forward to, she couldn't possibly let her child stop her from doing what she wanted to do. What she wanted to do since she was 10, nothing could stop that.

Of course, she regretted it, she regretted it every single day that she wasn't brave enough to raise her own child, but she couldn't do it alone, and she had no idea where Mark was any more. She had tried calling his house phone, but each time she would get told the same thing; he was out. That was it, nothing more. He had given her the number for his new house in, and Addison had called it in hope that one day he would answer, she had been wrong. Maybe he didn't mean any of the things he had said in their 15 month relationship. It wouldn't surprise her really, but it still hurt at the thought that he wasn't there.

High School had been a place she had liked when Mark had been there, meeting her by her locker with that smug little grin on his face, some sexual inuendo slipping from his lips constantly. The way his large hand would grip hers when she was least expecting it. The way he'd wait outside her class all the time for her, just so that he could walk her to her next one. Guys who didn't mean it when they said; 'I love you' to a girl, they didn't do that sort of thing. Mark had been perfect in every possible way, at least that's what Addison had thought.

It had honestly surprised her when he had asked her to one of the frequent parties that went on at someone's house, she had believed it was a bet that he had with some of his friends, but after him being so persistent, so sweet, she couldn't say no to him. That was it, after that, she'd never been able to say no to Mark Sloan. Other than the odd occasion when he'd suggest watching a movie and then choose something like Star Wars or Top Gun. She'd say no then, but not to much else. He just seemed to have that effect on her. Addison had believed they would last, at least until the end of High School, then maybe, they'd see how things would work out for college. That hadn't happened, his family had moved and she was left alone to deal with the consequences of sleeping with Mark Sloan.

September 14th 1985.

"Addison, would you just listen to me? Please?" Mark pleaded with the red head as she stormed away from him. It was raining, quite heavily, and Addison hated the rain, but she was walking away from him, at a quicker pace than usual.

"Leave me alone, Mark. It's better like this." She yelled back, not even glancing back at the figure who was quickly catching up with her.

"Addie." He pleaded once again as his arms slid around her waist, pulling her to a stop against him. He wasn't letting her walk away from him, not this time. He turned her to face him, and even with the rain falling down on them, the water soaking her face, he knew she'd been crying. Her eyes were red, not like the gorgeous color of her hair, no, a horrible red he hated seeing. "I know I can't say anything to make this right, I'm sorry. But I love you."

Those words always made her melt, she wanted to yell, push him away and continue on with her walk home in the rain, even though it was over three miles to her own house, and less than three hundred feet to Mark's. She tried to pull away from him, but she noticed that he just gripped her even tighter, not letting her go. "Mark." She begged as she looked down at his chest, avoiding eye contact with him. "Let me go." A stray tear escaping and slowly flowing down her cheek alongside the rain that seemed to have gotten heavier in the short time they'd been standing still.

"No." The tone of his voice wasn't one to mess with, Addison knew that, she knew not to disagree with him when he got like that.

"What do you want, Mark?" She questioned quietly as she slowly brought her gaze back up to him, regretting it instantly as she saw the pained look in his eyes. Since he had told her he was moving away, she'd only thought about her own feelings, she'd never once stopped to consider just how Mark was feeling in all of this. She stopped fighting the urge to pull away and leant into him a little more as she reached up and lightly pressed her lips to his. Damn him, she needed to be mad at him, but right at that moment, it was impossible.

"I want you to listen." He answered after he had felt her lips against his for the few seconds they were there. "I want you to understand when I say that I don't want to go, but I'm seventeen, Addie. Seventeen. I can't stick around here alone, plus, my Dad wouldn't let me, no matter how much I begged him. If I could stay here with you, spend the rest of senior year with you, graduate with you, I would. I'll keep in touch, and when we're eighteen, we'll run from our parents and elope to Vegas." A slight chuckle escaped his lips at his last words, he knew it wasn't going to happen, but hopefully it would lighten the mood slightly.

"I'm gonna miss you." Addison whispered softly as she buried her head in his chest, feeling his strong arms tighten around her small frame.

"I'm gonna miss you too." Mark muttered as he pressed his lips against the top of her hair softly. "But we should get you back inside, I don't want you getting sick because of me." His voice was sincere and he pulled away from the red haired girl slightly and took her hand in his, leading her back to his empty house. It was four days until he was leaving, his Dad hadn't exactly given him much warning, so it was hectic for him. Right now, his parents were up in their new house in Manchester, New Hampshire, so he had the house to himself. Of course, he hated being alone so he had invited Addison over.

"I love you, Mark." Addison whispered as she leant her head against his shoulder, walking in the rain back to his house.

"I love you too, Addie." He mumbled as he pressed his lips against the top of her head softly, fumbling in his pocket for his door key.

Within a couple of minutes they were standing in the hallway of Mark's house, soaked through from the rain which was still pouring down outside. As Mark looked at the red head in front of him, her clothes clinging to her slender figure, showing her curves off perfectly, he couldn't help but feel aroused. They'd had sex before, in fact, it was kind of one of their things, but this was different. This was more of a goodbye thing, it probably wouldn't happen again after tonight. He wanted it to last, he wanted it to be special. "Let's get you out of the wet clothes." He muttered as he grabbed her hand in his, heading towards the staircase.

"Mark..." Addison began as she pulled to a standstill, her eyes looking into his, asking him what he was already hoping for, but the look on her face was one he couldn't refuse. So, he just nodded his head slightly at her, a small grin on his lips as he saw the instant smile appear on her face. As long as his Addison was happy, that was all that mattered.

That was it, that was the last time she saw him, the last time she recalled feeling his hands moving over every curve on her body, his fingers doing things only he knew how to do, his lips working their way over her body, their bodies moving perfectly in sequence with one another. It had been absolutely perfect, and it had made losing Mark Sloan even more difficult.

The next nine months had been filled with a numbness, one that no one could fill, and when that baby was born, for a short while, she felt completely. But it wasn't up to her any more, there were people waiting for this dark haired baby that she had agreed to give up. She needed her life back and having a child when she trotted off to college had never been part of the plan. Mark wasn't around any more, so nothing was up to him. She wasn't even sure if she would ever see him again.

September 3rd 1990

This wasn't happening, not to her, she wasn't seeing this. It was her first day at Med School, and she was meant to be starting over. College had been a good start, a great start in fact, to get over the child she'd had a little over four years before. Things had happened in college which she wanted to move on from, the boyfriend who had cheated on her numerous amounts of times was one of them. But this, she wasn't expecting this. She wasn't expecting to walk into her first lecture of the day and be faced with him, sitting there with that grin on his face as he was talking to another male beside him. The two looked as though they'd been friends for a while, and who was she to intrude on that. Plus, he probably didn't even remember her. Why would he? He was the one that had moved away without a word.

The rest of her lecture passed by slower than she had hoped, because she just wanted to get out of there, she wanted to go to her dorm and hide for the rest of the day, and plan on finding a new seat next time she was in this very room. A new seat where she wouldn't be faced with the back of his head each time she looked up from the notes she was taking. When Dr. Hantz called the lecture to a close, Addison let out a deep sigh of relief as she packed up her things hurriedly, hoping that she could escape the room unnoticed by him.

So much for that, as she was walking out of the room, she felt herself trip, over her own feet of course. But none the less, the books she had had fallen on the floor along with herself, and when she saw a hand being held out towards her, she wanted to ignore it, because even though it was just a hand, she recognised it. Stupid really, but she knew exactly who's hand it was. "I'm fine." She said quickly as she reached for her books and put them into a pile, standing up slowly, only to be faced with the person she wanted to avoid. The reason she had tripped up in the first place.

"Addison?" His voice still sounded the same, if not even nicer than it had done in high school, he looked a lot better too, more muscular.

"Mark." She said bluntly as she looked away from him, down to the books she had clutched against her chest, then up to the guy who was now at Mark's side, the one he had been talking away to at the beginning of the lecture.

"I'll meet you there, Derek. I just... Yeah." He didn't finish what he was saying, but his friend nodded, smiled at Addison and walked away from the two, who were now just staring at one another in disbelief. "Are you all right?" He questioned. It wasn't just an; 'Are you all right?' because she had tripped up, it was filled up with so much more too.

"I'm fine." Her tone still just as bitter as when she had said his name only moments before. "Why are you here?" Of course, that was a stupid question, it was obvious why he was there, absolutely obvious, but she still couldn't help but ask it.

"Columbia was my first choice."

"No, you wanted Stanford. I wanted Columbia." She reminded him, of their many conversations about colleges and med schools when they were together. She had always wanted Columbia, he had always wanted Stanford, because it was closer to LA, where the weather was nicer.

"Things change." He said simply, his eyes searching for something more from her.

All she could do was scoff at his remark and she turned to walk away, only to stop when she felt his hand on her shoulder. The feeling she got, it was one she had tried to avoid when she had realised it was him holding his hand out towards her. It was one she hadn't felt since that night, that stupid night that she got pregnant with his child. "Mark." She pleaded softly as she went to push his hand off her shoulder, but she couldn't, she couldn't do it. Slowly, Addison turned around to face him again, looking up into his eyes. Was it wrong to want to feel him holding her again, to feel his strong arms envelope her and hold her tightly? Of course it was, but she wanted it anyway.

"Addie." He muttered as she turned around, he'd always had a weakness for red heads, well, this one in particular. In fact, since he'd moved, he'd hated the sight of red heads because they always reminded of Addison. Before he had a chance to say anything else, he felt her against him one arm tightly around his waist and the other still clutching onto her books as she buried her head in his chest. Instantly, Mark's arms worked their way around Addison's slender figure as he held her tightly. "Addie." He breathed against the top of her head, placing a soft kiss against her hair.