So this was like written in less than an hour when I was meant to be doing my french work. I've properly made mistakes but I know that if I look I'll decide that I don't like this chapter because it's just too fluffy for Maddison but I think Mark could possibly not be a jerk when Addison needs someone. Or I hope that.

But, I have nothing to do with Grey's or Private Practice because I'm only 16 and thing would be different if I did.


For the next three night's Addison had been resting next to Archer's bedside, the chair wasn't as comfortable as the bed she had shared with Mark but she didn't want to leave her brother's side. She was scared that if she walked away only for a few minutes something would happen to him so the only time she would leave was if she needed the toilet. Even when her legs started to go numb, she would just walk up and down the room. Yeah, she could tell that she was annoying Archer but he had saved her so many times that she felt like she had to pay him back in one way or another. He was her big brother and he was meant to be able to look after her and she couldn't stand it if she would be classed as an only child now and she would have to deal with their insane parent's alone, she just managed to do it with Archer around so she had no idea how she would do it without. Not that that was the reason that she wanted him to stay alive but he was the one that kept her sane for the whole of her life, he was her rock.

Naomi had told her several times that she needed to get out of the room, get some fresh air because you could tell that she wasn't sleeping or eating properly and you could tell that she had been worrying. And the few times that Mark had been in he had commented that she didn't look her best but he properly knew better than to be mean to her as much as he liked to joke about with Archer. It had been awkward when he had come into the room but properly not unusual for everything that they had gone through.

After a struggle, she had managed to get out of the room, Naomi promising that she would be by Archer's side and that she would make sure that she was told straight away if something would happen. Since it was late at night, she had ended up at Joe's hoping that she could find something to do or someone to talk to who didn't want to talk about her brother. She wasn't dressed up, okay, she had a dress on but she didn't do dressing down unless it was in the comfort of her own home but her skin was clear of make-up and her short hair just like hung down the sides of her face but for once, she wasn't too bothered out her looks.

Jumping when she felt someone's hand on her back, she sighed and relaxed when she noticed it was Mark, taking a small sip of her glass of wine as she noticed him sit down in the corner of her eye.

"So you finally got yourself out of the hospital." She couldn't help but look over at him, her eyes slightly glaring because she had a reason to be at the hospital but she wasn't sure what way he was saying it in.

"Yeah, Naomi said she would sit with him overnight, call me if anything happened." She replied as she rested her elbows in the car in front of her before tipping her head forward and letting her fingers run through her hair. "Maybe I should sleep rather than be drinking." Muttering as she turned her head to look over at Mark. As much as he wasn't saying anything, she could tell that he knew she looked horrible.

"You shouldn't be alone." She couldn't stop the scoff from leaving her lips, he had used that line and they had ended up sleeping together. It wasn't a good idea, it wasn't even close to a good idea.

"The nurses were right. You are slightly more caring, want to tell me who changed you?" She asked, lifting her head up as he looked over at a younger dark haired woman who was sat with her friend's but looking over at Mark with almost sickly eyes but they had hate in them as well. "Lexie Grey?!" Addison knew that he voice had gone slightly higher than normal then but she couldn't believe that Mark had got involved with a Grey, never mind one that was over ten years younger than him.

"Yeah, and then you turned up." Her head done a 180 quickly but she felt the pain run up the side of her neck, knowing that maybe she shouldn't have spun her head around so fast. Knocking back the rest of her drink before her eyes looked into Mark's almost searching for an answer or what she should say.

"I'm staying in Naomi's room, I don't need a place to stay." She whispered softly as she got off the stool she was sat on before she placed on her jacket and grabbed her bag. "I'm not so weak over you anymore." Okay, that was the biggest lie in the history of the world because when he said that it was because of her he wasn't with her, she could tell that her heart beat had sped up.

Rushing out of Joe's her heels tapping against the floor as she walked out of the door and she was hit with a sheet of water. Being in LA for so long, she hadn't needed an umbrella that much and she had forgotten how much it rained here. But it fitted her mood like normal and it didn't feel like God was laughing at her like she did when it was sunny in LA and she was in a bad mood.

Being careful up the steps, she tried her hardest to find a taxi to get back to the hotel but her tears had started to mix in with the rain on her cheeks. She was just managing to deal with the drama that Archer was creating never mind what Mark was adding to her at the same time. She hated men, she hated that they always liked to create drama.

Just as she was about to get splashed by a car driving through a puddle right next to her, she felt him grab her wrist and pull her into his body. Her cheek pressed flush against his leather jacket, unable to believe that within a minute he had managed to get both of them into a taxi and towards the hotel. Her crying had ceased and she had started to hiccup against his chest, her fingers gripping onto the leather jacket while his ran through her short messy hair. When they got to the hotel, he had to almost carry her up to the room because she didn't seem to be taking in where they were or what they were doing. It was like the pain had finally kicked in. Like the hurt from the last few years was just coming out of her.

He had managed to get her into the hotel room, found something that she could wear for bed and made sure that she was okay.

"Will... will..." She had problems asking people to stay with her and make sure that she was okay but she wanted him to stay, just to hold her and make sure that she was okay and that she would be woken up if her phone went off because she had always been the deep sleeper in relationships.

"I'll stay." She watched him as he took off his jacket and shoes before climbing into bed next to her. He didn't care if her face was red from crying and her hair was sticking to the back of her next, to him, she was the most beautiful person in the world. And as he watched her sleep, her decided he wanted her to stay like that because it was the first time since she started her visit, that she looked relaxed and peaceful, even if he knew deep down she wasn't.

He hadn't slept, he had just watched her and he was thankful that he hadn't slept, it seemed like she was having nightmares constantly, her skin was covered in a cold sweat and she would fight against him but he had learnt that he just had to hold her close and after a while she would give in and finally relax.

"Mark..." She muttered somewhere around 4 in the morning, in the middle of a nightmare, her blue eyes looking around the darkened room, the street lights outside and the moonlight let her see the shadows and she worked out where she was. Feeling him snuggle his head into her hair, she knew that he was awake and his arms had tightened around her so much she felt like she wouldn't be able to breathe soon. "Mark." She said a bit louder as she rolled over in his arms to look at him, her body pressed against his own and their noses touching.

"What's wrong?" She could hear the panic in his voice, she didn't mean to do that but she just wanted to check that he was okay and she needed to ask him some things.

"Nothing." She whispered, looking into his grey eyes, she took a deep breath as her hand slowly moved up to rest on his arm. "I... We hurt each other in the past, a lot. But I meet some men in LA, Kevin and Wyatt, Kevin was like Derek and Wyatt was like you and I felt myself so attracted to him because he felt like... you." She pointed out, hoping that he would understand what she was getting at here. "But he wasn't you... he wasn't who I wanted because he wasn't you. And when I found out about Archer, the first person I wanted to go to was you, I wanted you to be there like you had been every night that didn't turn up." She added, she was waiting for him to answered as she looked into his eyes, she was hoping that she would get the reaction that she wanted.

Feeling his lips against her own, she smiled softly as she kissed him back, her hands moving up to his cheeks and he held her close. "I miss Seattle." She whispered against his lips before they pulled away from the kiss and she pressed her forehead against his own.

"Shh, we'll talk about it in the morning Addie." He muttered as he pushed some of her hair out of her eyes, he knew that she needed to sleep and he didn't want to get his hopes up that he might finally have his dream, because this could just be some late night ramble or she just needed it for comfort but he was hoping she really wanted him.