A/N Thank you to the people who reviewed the first chapter, I hope this chapter is just as good! :)

It's time to begin, isn't it? - Imagine Dragon's

She follows Owen's footsteps down the corridor. Meredith walks beside him, Addison slightly behind. They're walking in silence and every so often Meredith glances back at her. The trio soon arrive at the elevator and Owen pushes the button. They stand awkwardly for a few moments, waiting. When it comes, a group of doctors and nurses spill out and they step in, taking their places. No one talks as they descend; Addison leans on the back wall and closes her eyes, trying to take everything in. Owen keeps looking at her while Meredith stares stoically at the door – not wanting to be a part of whatever happened in the on-call room.

To Addison it seems to take forever for the elevator to reach its floor, and when it finally does the silence that had been so still shatters in to a million pieces. The ER is packed full of patients but Meredith guides them carefully through to a room on the other side. From where she's standing Addison can see the chest tube in Henry. She breaths in sharply – down to the shock, she thinks, of actually seeing him like that. Owen turns and Meredith keeps walking. He's about to say something when Alex calls from the room. "It's a tension pneumothorax chief," Addison stares at Owen, he stares back for a second and then he looks away. "Where's Arizona, I thought she was his doctor?" he asks, putting on his stethoscope.

"She's in surgery, it was an emergency. I'm covering." Owen nods at Alex's words and puts his stethoscope on Henry's chest. "He's tachycardic," Meredith shouts as Alex picks up a chest drain from them trolley. "He's hypertensive too," Owen states. Addison stands by the door, "You've got to put the chest drain in now Alex," she pleads. They all look at her and Owen nods.

"Okay Addison." He turns away, back to Henry. "Go for it Alex." Addison spins around when she feels a hand on her shoulder. Amelia Shepherd stands, a sad smile on her face. "Hey, Addie," she whispers. "Come with me - Henry will be okay." Behind her Addison knows that Alex is inserting the chest drain. She's shaking as Amy guides her away.

…..

They end up in the attending lounge even though Addison hasn't worked at the hospital for seven years. There's no one else in it and Amy leads her to the sofa and she sits. "Hey," Amy whispers again. "It's alright."

"It's not though," Addison murmurs. Her thoughts are all over the place, her mind whirring and spinning on loops. Will Henry be okay – what the hell caused this – what the freaking hell happened in the on-call room. Again and again the same three thoughts. Again and again. "Addie?" She's shaken from her stupor by her friend's words. "Hey, Derek told me what happened with Henry." Amy takes the seat next to her and Addison goes to speak.

"Did he tell you what I said about Jake?"

"Yeah," she says, but she doesn't ask any questions even though it's obvious to Addison that she wants to. "He going to be okay," she continues, "I promise."

"You can't do that," she states, looking down at the floor. Once again tears prick at the back of her eyes and she quickly wipes them away.

She hear's them talking before they open the door. There abstract voices floating into the room while there conversation is at a lull. She can't make out what they're saying but she concentrates on it anyway – much better than focusing her life, on her completely messed up life. The voices finally enter and are revealed to be Meredith and Derek. Her ex-husband and his wife look slightly shocked to see them sitting there but quickly start to make excuses and attempt to leave the room. "You can stay if you want," Addison is surprised by how steady and calm her voice sounds. "I'm not going to fall apart you know." A pager beeps and Amy unclips hers and study's the number.

"Sorry Addie," Amy stands and leaves, Derek moves to let her out and then takes another few steps into the room. Meredith moves across to the kettle and starts to fill it with water. "Addie," He starts. "I really hope he's going to be okay, I do." Addison nods and Derek takes the seat that Amy had just been occupying. "How are you?" He asks as his wife puts the kettle on.

"How's Bailey?" She replies, trying to avoid the question. "And Zola?"

"Good, yeah, really good,"

"How old are they now?"

"Addie," he warns, looking up at her. She drops her gaze and looks across at Meredith. She absentmindedly wonders if she knows what happened between her an Owen, if she does, Addison doubts she'd really bring it up with Derek in the room. "Are you okay?" She shakes her head, still refusing to look at him, as she does so the door swings open to show Amy, a frown covering her face. "Derek, I need you for a consult." she says, then turns to Addison. "You okay Addie," Derek saves her from answering by standing and moving over to his sister. "Okay Amy, what have you got?" he asks as they exit. The door closes as the kettle boils and Meredith picks it up. She fills her cup and then offers Addison one. She doesn't reply, her mind still on the previous conversation. But regardless of Addison's silence, Meredith pours her a mug and brings it over. Addison takes it gratefully and Meredith perches on the arm of the sofa.

They sip in the quiet for a moment, until Addison speaks. "Thanks,"

"No need," is the reply. "He was married to Cristina you know," She adds. It takes Addison a moment to work out who she's referring to. "Oh," she whispers. Then silence drowns the pair again. They drink there coffee, their minds on completely different things. Addison's thoughts, in an attempt to distract herself from what is happening to Henry, have now turned to Owen Hunt. She can't help but think about what happened in the on-call room. She realises now how stupid it was- he's barely more than a stranger but if Meredith hadn't interrupted, she doesn't even know where it would have gone. She's stopped in her tracks by the man himself entering. "Oh," he says. "I didn't know you where in here." Meredith takes her coffee and goes out, leaving Owen and Addison alone again. "How's Henry" she asks.

"The chest drain is working well. Henry is no longer tachyicardic or hypertensive and is now stable but it's still quite touch and go."

"Stable." She laughs, quietly, hollowly. "That doesn't mean anything." He walks over to her and sits in the space on the sofa previously taken by Derek and Amy. "Addison," he whispers, placing his hand on her face. "It's going to be okay," He leans forward and kisses her. She kisses back, her hands coming to rest on his back. But all too soon he pulls away. He stands and moves to the window, facing away from her. She can't concentrate on anything, her mind still on the kiss – on the feel of his lips on hers. Neither speak, unable to form words. The door opens and they both turn in time to see Richard enter. He looks between them and then pulls the door to. "I assume Dr Hunt filled you in about what happened to Henry?" She nods and looks over to Owen. "Addie," he continues, "Are you okay?" Again she nods but Richard doesn't seem convinced.

"I really am Richard." Her voice, shaky and quiet, betrays her and a worried look appears on his face.

"You should get some sleep. There's not much you can do here." Addison nods and Richard speaks again. "Have you got somewhere to stay?" Addison shakes her head and suddenly becomes aware the Owen is standing behind her; she looks at him for a fraction of a second before turning back to Webber.

"I could go to The Archfield?" she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

Richard nods, "Have you got a car?"

"No."

"Hunt," Richard says, diverting his attention from her for the first time. "You've only got paper work, no patients?" Owen nods and pre-empts what Richard will say.

"I could take her if you wanted," he offers.

"If you Addie doesn't mind?" She gives a barely perceptible nod as she stands. Richard comes over and envelops her in a hug. He turns and leaves and Addison follows quickly, again she's aware of Owen just behind her. Richard turns back and says goodbye while Owen, from behind her, informs her that he need to go and get his coat. "You should wait here," he adds, before he disappears in to the mass of people. So Addison stands in the pandemonium called the ER and watches as life moves on around her. She watches Meredith take blood from a patient and Callie Torres explain an x-ray to another and realises just how much has changed since she worked here. There are so many doctors she doesn't recognise. It has been four years. Owen shocks her slightly when he return, coat in his arms.

They walk out the hospital together. The cold hits her within seconds and Owen looks at her with a worried look on his face but doesn't speak. He points out his car and she sits in the passenger seat.

…

They sit in the parking lot of the hotel. He's turned off the engine and yet, neither of them have made a move. His hands have stayed fixed on the steering wheel while she looks out at the darkness. Addison clicks the door open and a blast of cold air rushes in. She steps out in the night as Owen, on the other side, opens his door too. Addison waits for him to get out of the car before walking to the entrance of the Archfield.

It's three in the morning and the woman at the front desk has the air of someone who hasn't spoken to someone since midnight. Addison asks to book a room and the receptionist complies. Owen stands back, and Addison has the feeling he's making sure she's not going to collapse or burst in to tears or something like that. When the woman hands over the key, Owen comes forward. "You going to be alright?" he asks, and Addison nods. His blue eyes stare at her and she nods again. He nods too, this time and she watches as he walks back to the parking lot.

Addison moves to try and find her room. She reaches it and tries to put the key in the lock but her hands are numb from the cold and it takes a few minutes. When she finally gets the door open it's all she can do to stop herself collapsing on the bed there and then. Addison decides to have a shower first and then get some sleep. She's worried, though, that when she wakes something will have changed, that Henry will have taken a turn for the worse or even died.

That stupid hospital. Everyone dies there. Everyone. Everyone. Everyone.

Henry can't die. She would cope if that happened. She closes her eyes and then hears a knock at the door. Which surprises her as it's three in the morning. Addison turns and unlocks the door, to show Owen. "Oh," She whispers. They stand in silence, staring at each other until he takes a step in to the room, closing the door as he does so. He kisses her like she's the oxygen he needs to breath and she kisses back just as intensely. He tugs her shirt off as she undoes his pants and they stumble backwards in a haze of kisses.

…

When Owen wakes he can't see anything in the darkness of the hotel room. He fumbles at the bedside cabinet to try and find the clock and when he does he sees the time is 5:11 am. Richard will be wondering where he's gone. Owen is also aware that Addison isn't in the bed next to him. He sits up and sees her in the gloom. Addison is sitting on the floor, her knees drawn up to her chest, leaning on the bottom of the bed. Owen slides out of bed and pulls his pants on, then he slips down beside her . She leans on his shoulder and he puts his arm around her. He can feel her crying. "Shush." he comforts. "It's okay."

"I think he's going to die. I think he's going to die Owen." She's looking at him through the dimness.

"It's okay," he repeats. "It's okay,"

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