A/N: So lately, I have been starting many new fanfictions, which is the last thing I should be doing with the number of unfinished ones I have posted. But I am going to write new ones anyway. This one is definitely Addison and Derek! Fluffy, preSeattle, and pretty much that's it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy or anything else I'll mention in this fiction.
Annnd, I know absolutely nothing about medicine. Or hospitals. Or anything. So just ignore the mistakes I make regarding that.
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"Addison?" Derek called as he entered their condo. It was late, but they were interns. At the beginning of his internship, if anyone would have told him he'd get used to the crazy hours, he would have never have believed them. Yet somehow, he had grown accustom to it.
"I'm in here," She called from their bedroom. She glanced for another moment at the envelope she held in her hand before tucking it into a book she'd been reading which was placed on her bedside table.
"Hey," He smiled, coming into the room and tossing his jacket off to the side as he climbed into the bed beside her, kissing her gently.
"Late surgery?" She asked, interested to see what he got to scrub in on that would keep him at the hospital this late.
"Caniectomy." He answered with a smile. She figured, though he wasn't quite sure of it yet, that'd Derek would specialize in Neuro. "Did you get anything good today?"
"I helped deliver two healthy twins." Addison's face lit up whenever she talked about the specialty she had been assigned to early on in her internship. Though Derek and Mark teased her relentlessly about it, OB/GYN was her passion, and he respected that. It took just as much, if not more, bravery and accuracy to handle the delicate form of a baby as it did with a brain, or a heart. "You're giving me that look."
"What look?"
"That look. That Derek look."
"This one?" He asked teasingly, and she made a face.
"Yes that one."
"That's the look I make because you're overwhelmingly adorable and perfect." He smiled, kissing her lightly. She sighed contently as he reached over and grabbed a book off her bedside table.
"You're reading my book?" She asked curiously. Nervously, really, he noticed. "It's a romance novel, Derek. Not really your style."
"It's not your book," He countered, "I just happened to put it on the table on your side of the bed last night."
"Oh," She shifted uncomfortably and he frowned.
"What's wrong Ads?"
"Nothing." She answered quickly. Too quickly. And then he noticed the envelope that was tucked into his book, the book she thought was hers.
"What's this?" He asked with concern. Obviously it was the reason she was nervous and uncomfortable at the moment, and that made him nervous and uncomfortable
"It's nothing." She grabbed it from him and his concern grew.
"You're pretty nervous about me seeing what's in that envelope," He chuckled, trying to keep the mood light. "So it seems like something."
"It's just… something I don't want to think about. Because thinking about it is bad. It brings up bad memories and makes everything seem impossible and it's just bad."
"You are incredibly cute when you ramble." He smiled, leaning in to kiss her again. This time it wasn't quite as light, and as she got lost in their embrace her hands moved from their position holding the envelope to behind his neck, and that's when he grabbed the envelope, smiling victoriously as he pulled away.
"You're evil." She pouted.
"Think of it this way," He smiled as he pulled the letter out of the envelope, "I was going to see what was in the envelope eventually, there's no denying it. The fact that I got to kiss you in the process was just a major bonus."
"Cute." She smirked. When she thought of what was about to come, she supposed she could make it easy on herself and lie. But she knew she wouldn't. So here it came. He unfolded the letter, expecting the worse, and when he read the large letters running across the top of the page, he sighed in relief.
"Addison Montgomery," He laughed. "You could have told me this was all you were hiding!"
"All? That's all?" She groaned. This is where it would have been easy to lie. "You wouldn't understand."
"Well, I don't see it being a catastrophic situation, but no, my high school has yet to have its ten year reunion."
"But even it if had, you're you. You were probably the boy every girl had a crush on in high school." She laughed, "And you probably played sports, and got the best grades…"
"You can't tell me you didn't get good grades in high school." He said with mock seriousness.
"Maybe I did graduate top of my class…" She trailed off, "But still. I bet you any money that you were the epitome of the phrase high school was the best time of my life."
"I did have a good time in high school," He shrugged, "but the best time of my life? Huge exaggeration."
"Right." She shook her head.
"Now, had you been there with me…" He trailed off, and she smiled at him for his effort. That was one of the things she loved about him. If it were anyone else, the corny romantic lines would have driven her crazy, but with Derek, it was tolerable. Adorable, even. "Plus, you can't tell me that all the boys didn't have a crush on you?"
"Yeah, right." She sighed. High school was not a time she recalled fondly. In fact, anything previous to her starting University was not a time she remembered fondly.
"Take for instance Mark. The first time he saw you, I had to hold him back from making lewd comments. Not that that stopped him from doing so ten minutes later." Derek laughed, thinking back to the mixer that was held the night before the first day of their internship.
"Well, the Addison who started her internship, who went to med school, is a far cry from the Addison who attended Crenshaw Academy."
"Or take for instance, me." Derek continued, as if oblivious to Addison's comments. "I stopped my best friend from hitting on the hottest woman I'd ever seen even though I usually let him go for the girls that I don't stand a chance with, and then when I finally built up the courage to talk to you, I fell madly in love. That has to say something." He smiled.
"Well, despite how you make it sound, I was geeky, I was unattractive, and I played the clarinet."
"Clarinet players are the hottest." Derek laughed.
"You're laughing at me." Addison pouted.
"I am."
"I hate who I used to be Derek, I hate that girl with a passion, and I tell you about it and you laugh. How do you think that makes me feel? Because it makes me feel worse."
"I'm not laughing at what you think you used to be, Ads. I'm laughing at how you hate it. You may not see it, but that geeky, clarinet player was one stage for you in developing into who you are now."
"Derek Shepherd, you are quite possibly the most romantic, corny man I have met in my life."
"And you love me for it."
"Yes I do." They settled into a comfortable silence for a moment, and Addison sighed in relief. They would read, and go to sleep, and forget that she ever got the invitation. It didn't go quite as she had planned, as that had consisted of ripping the piece of paper up, and throwing it in the garbage, but the issue had resolved itself. It was all okay.
"So it says here 'Addison Montgomery and Guest'. Do I get to be your guest?" Derek had picked the invitation up again and pointed to the page for emphasis.
"No. No, no, no, no, no." Addison shook her head. "There is no way, absolutely no way that I am actually going to attend!"
"You have to Ads! Your ten-year high school reunion is a once in a lifetime opportunity! You can't miss it! It'll be fun. Plus, I bet we can convince Richard to give us a whole weekend off for it."
"Or we could convince Richard to give us a weekend off for it and then stay here instead." She smiled seductively at him, but it was to no avail.
"As appealing as that sounds, we have to go to this!"
"We really don't."
"So you are not the least bit interested in what everyone who you went to high school with is doing now?"
"Not in the least. Look Derek, if this were a movie, I would go back and Jessica Thompson would be fat, ugly and married with two just as fat and ugly children, living in some disgusting apartment and working in an undesirable place, but it isn't like that. And Skippy Gold will be there."
"Skippy Gold?" Derek asked with a laugh.
"My prom date." Addison groaned. "My prom date was named Skippy Gold and we only danced twice. The rest of the time we talked about Star Wars. Star Wars, Derek. I got my hair done, and I put on a dress, my mother made me, mind you, and I went to the prom, and we talked about Star Wars. He was the only person in school remotely as geeky as me and it was prom Derek, and he didn't even try to dance with me more than twice, little lone kiss me. High school sucked, and I don't want to go back there."
"Well, if Skippy Gold does show up at the reunion, don't you want him to see what he's missing now?"
"Cute, Derek."
"I'm serious. Plus, it says here that there's some sort of mixer to start off the weekend. I'll dance with you, and I'll even kiss you." He smiled, and she hit him on the arm.
"Derek, this is just something I don't want to do."
"And normally, I'd respect that and drop it, but Addison I think it's important that you go. You don't want memories of high school haunting you your entire life. You need to go back there to see how much you've changed."
"I know how much I've changed, but since you're so insistent on it, and I really, really need to sleep right now, I'll go. As long as you're there with me, it'll be okay, I guess." She relented.
"Good. We'll talk to Richard tomorrow then."
"Goodnight Derek."
"He'll give us time off right?"
"I think you're more excited about this than me."
"Sorry. I just think you're going to be glad that you went."
"Goodnight Derek."
"Goodnight."
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A/N: Okay, so that could be a fluffy one shot about Derek and Addison in their internship, but I am enjoying writing it, so if anyone's interested, it could definitely be a multi chapter fiction.