Okay. So I'm just going to apologize right now. My spell check only seems to be working when and where it wants too. That or keeping up with me is just too much work for it. So I've done my best.
Alright. We are still in the land of Addek and rainbows. Kinda. Addison, as you know, is Zimbabwe bound… so they aren't really in the same land… It's confusing.
But. If you have ever read anything by me before, I like to lead people into a false sense of security. You know… you think you know where things are going, birds are singing, children are laughing and then a plane crashes into a playground.
That's just how I role.
But this chapter is still working on that false sense of security.
Enjoy.
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September 9th
2:09am (Zimbabwe time)
Montgomery, Addison to Shepherd, Derek
I'm staying in a tent. A TENT. I miss the trailer. I would KILL to get that trailer here right now. I share a canvas 'wall' with SYDNEY HERON. Seriously. I can hear everything she does, and she hums ALL THE TIME. It's 2am and she is humming. I don't even WANT to know what she's doing.
On the bright side I had an overnight layover in London. I went shopping and bought a sexy little safari dress. It's a little on the small side, but that just means that my breasts look fantastic and I won't be wearing a bra. I'm going to try to find something tiny and leopard print to wear with it.
-Addison
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"What?" Callie murmured grumpily, pulling her blankets up to cover most of her face.
"I just need somewhere to crash for a couple hours," Mark eased himself into bed beside her.
"No."
"Aw come on," Mark's eye's were already closed, "This is the best breakfast spot in the city."
Callie groaned and rolled over, she wrinkled her nose and rolled away again, "You smell like sex."
Mark scoffed a reply.
"Go shower," Callie tugged hard at the blankets leaving Mark out in the cold.
"Callie…" he whined, trying to grab them back.
"No," Callie wrapped the blankets around her body, "Shower."
Mark swore and climbed out of Callie's bed and headed for her shower. This was inconvienent and he was tired.
On the other hand, Izzie had really good muffins.
And on Monday's she made French toast.
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September 11th
12:52pm(Zimbabwe time)
Voicemail
Addison Montgomery to D.Geoffrey Vice
Hey. I just realized that it's 4am there. Math is clearly not my thing. Anyway I just wanted to say hi. I picked up some presents for the girls so if you want something tell me soon. Or maybe I'll just buy myself some little kacki shorts and some binoculars and just let you look at me in them. Oh! Oh my god. I saw a lion cub today! It was so cute. It looked just like the one in that movie of Daisy's with the pig and that weird hamster thing. You know… whatever, you know what I'm talking about. I wanted to bring it home, but they seem to have rules about that sort of thing. Plus there is that whole cat allergy thing. But I took pictures and I'll e-mail them as soon as I find a computer with a stable internet connection. We have to prioritize our e-mails and those pictures are probably going to be to much for the connection to handle. But mostly I just called to say I miss you and I love you and I can't wait to get home. I know it's only been 2 days since I saw you but I didn't realize how much I missed you until I heard your voice telling me to leave a message. How pathetic is that?It must be the jetlag. So…okay. I should go. I love you. Bye.
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"You know," Mark said pensively, stabbing a piece of melon with his fork and looking around at the others at the breakfast table; Meredith, Derek, George, Izzie and Callie. "If Derek and Izzie hook up, then everyone in this room will have slept with two other people in the room."
Everyone chuckled, then looked at each other slowly, thinking that through. All eyes rested on Izzie who was blushing prufusely.
"Wait," Callie said, staring at Mark and shaking her head in disbelief, "You've been having sex with Izzie then coming upstairs and spending the rest of the night crashing with me? What is wrong with you?"
Mark slung his arm around Izzie's shoulder, causing her to blush more, "I told you Cal, I love Izzie's muffins."
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Shepherd, Derek to Montgomery, Addison.
Tuesday, September 13th. 8:02am (Seattle Time)
Subject: Gossip
Mark is sleeping with Izzie.
-Derek
Montgomery, Addison to Shepherd, Derek
Tuesday, September 13th. 5:05pm (Zimabwe time)
Subject: re:Gossip
Ew. Poor Izzie.
-Addison
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Derek dug through the laundry hamper swearing in annoyance. He could hear his cell ringing in there, he just couldn't find it.
"Hello? Hello?" he spat, pressing it to his ear and hoping that whoever it was had not hung up.
"Hello. Would Dr. Shepherd be there?"
Derek's brow furrowed, he didn't recognize the voice, "This is Dr. Shepherd."
There was a pause on the other end of the line, "Oh. Um. Actually I'm looking for your wife. Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd. Is she available?"
"Who is this?" he asked suspisiously.
"Sarah Giller. I'm with Donor Relations at Colombia. We wanted to talk…"
"About her scholairship, right," Derek shook his head, as he always did, at the mention of the Scholairship in her name, "Addison is actually in Africa right now. But she'll be back on next Monday. Umm…" Derek thought a moment, "As far as I know we are planning on contributing the same as we have the last few years," he chuckled, "Although she might be feeling particularly generous this year, I don't know."
Sarah laughed, "Well why don't I call back in a few weeks when she is back in the country and has had a chance to catch her breath. Say, the 3rd of next month?"
"Sure." Derek nodded to himself, he was pretty sure they had that night together, "Mention her coinjoined twins, she might give you an extra fifty."
"Conjoined twins? Wow. I'll keep that in mind," Sarah chuckled, "Thanks for your help Dr.Shepherd."
"No problem, I'll tell her you called," he paused, "Actually, I'll go down to the bank tomorrow and make arrangements to have my half sent in. That way you just have to sweet talk her."
"Well, okay. Thank you so much," Sarah thanked him profusely, "You have no idea how many students your scholairship helps."
Derek laughed, "It's her scholarship, I just roped into it."
"Thank you again. I'll call tomorrow to make sure that everything is going smoothly."
"Okay Sarah. Thank you. Bye-Bye." Derek hungup and tossed the phone on the bed.
"Why did you do that?"
Derek looked at Meredith quizzically, "What?"
"Tell them to call back. Why didn't you just tell them you aren't together anymore and give them her number?"
Derek was floored, "I don't know. I guess… I had to talk to them anyway so… I just didn't think of it."
Meredith nodded, "You give to a Scholairship?"
"Ya. It's kind of a Scholairship Grant thing," Derek explained awkwardly, "Sometimes some of the money goes towards funding research and stuff. People apply for it and are choosen on a case by case bases. Anything major Addison oversees but… mostly we just give them money every year. It's named after her so…"
Meredith looked surprised, "Addison has a Scholarship named after her? How much do you give them?"
Now Derek looked surprised, he and Meredith had never discused money before, "Usually around two hundred and fifty."
"Thousand?
Derek nodded.
"Together?"
"Each."
Meredith was silently a moment, "I almost went to Colombia. Imagine if I had gotten one of her scholairships… Huh. That's funny."
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Phone call
September 17th
3:02am (Zimbabwe time)
September 16th
6:02pm (Seattle time)
Addison Montgomery to Derek Shepherd
"Hey."
"Hi…"
"You can say that it's me. We're going to be working on this together anyway. Cranial deformities. Just throw in some shop talk and maybe no one will notice that it's the middle of the night here."
"So, how's Zimbabwe?"
"It's to hot to sleep. Which is why I called you."
"Really…"
"Mm hmm. I've been lying here for hours just so… hot. I finally couldn't take it anymore. I was wearing this little white lace camisole and a pair of tiny little lacy panties and I was so unbearably hot that I finally had to take them off."
"Addison… Hold on, I'm going to go to the medical library and see if I can find you something to help with that. Hold ON."
"And the walls are so thin… I don't know what Sydney must think of me. Tossing and turning, sighing and moaning… because of the heat. Do you know what I finally did Derek? I found this tiny little cloth, just a scrap of materiel really, and I dipped it in the coldest water I could find and I just started running it all over my body. Up my arms, across my stomach and over my breasts, then all the way down my legs. It felt so good… But I still can't sleep."
"You're trying to kill me aren't you."
"No. I'm just trying to make you as hot as I am."
"How long did you practice that in your head before calling me?"
"20 minutes, give or take. Did you like it?"
"When are you coming home?"
"The 21st… oh, I forgot a part. I meant to say that I was pretending it was you touching me and I had this whole thing about your breath on my skin and the breeze… it was so good to."
"Addison…"
"Four more days Derek. Remember that. It's only four more days."
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Derek let the back door slam behind him, his way of protesting taking out the garbage. He didn't really mind, He actually liked the normality and domesticity that came with the chore. It made him feel secure. That he was needed and he was helpful.
He let the lid slam shut, another protestation, and briefly considered taking the bin out to the street now, rather then remembering to do it in the morning.
"Hey there stranger."
Derek looked up, completely taken aback by what he was seeing.
Addison walked towards him slowly, her hips swaying seductively.
"I sent you an e-mail," he said, hoping his voice didn't sound as hoarse as it felt.
"I know," she smiled, "I thought I'd reply in person. Do you like my safari dress?"
He grinned, grabbing her hand he pulled her to him, kissing her hard and pushing her against the closest solid thing, someone's car.
"People…" she breathed, "…can…see…"
He groaned and reluctantly pulled away, then grabbed her again, pulling her to the side of the house and lifting her against it.
She half-laughed, half-moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. They were as close as their clothing would let them get.
His hand was sliding up her thigh, pushing her skirt up towards her hips, when her phone rang.
She groaned, reaching for her purse and fishing for her phone, still pressed between Derek and the house and with no intention of going anywhere. "Hello?"
"Hey. Where are you? I'm looking at your car parked in front of the house, and no you."
"Callie," Addison sighed, motioning for Derek to put her down, "I'm in the driveway. I was just saying hello to Derek, I'll be right there. Or do you want to go out somewhere? My hair looks spectacular and I don't really want to waste it on you. Okay. Okay. Meet you at my car? Okay." She clicked her phone closed and kissed Derek one last time, "By the way, don't make plans for Wednesday night," she whispered.
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Derek took off his watch and placed it carefully on the nightstand beside the book that he was reading. A fringe benefit of his new relationship with Addison was that he was now reading more, Meredith might notice if he joined a book club but never cracked a book, and he found himself enjoying the books that he was reading.
His cell rang and he flipped it open casually, "Shepherd."
"Derek."
Derek's chest constricted, "Hey," he lowered her voice.
"Can you talk?"
Her voice was low, jetleg was probably catching up with her. Derek glanced towards the open bathroom door where Meredith was occupied brushing out her hair and whitening her teeth. "I have a few mintues."
Silence filled the lines.
"It's late Addison," he said finally.
She sighed, "I know. I just didn't feel like going home yet. Do you want to meet me for a drink?"
Derek glanced uneasily at Meredith, "I want to, I do," he closed his eyes, "But I can't. Meredith…"
"Meredith," she repeated, "Does she have any idea?"
Derek smiled, "None at all."
They lapsed into silence again.
"I'm glad you called Addy."
"Ya?"
He could tell she was pleased, "Ya. Your voice on the phone… I've always loved the way it sounds. So sexy." He fell silent as Meredith started to walk towards the bedroom, pausing to pick up some towels, "I have to go. Mererith is just in the other room."
"Derek?"
His stomach clenched again as she spoke his name, "Ya?"
"If I page you, will you meet me?"
Derek looked up as Meredith entered the bedroom.
"Who are you talking to?"
"No one," Derek snapped his phone shut, "Checking my voicemail."
Meredith nodded, slipping into bed beside him, "Goodnight," she pressed her lips lightly against his and smoothing her hand over his chest. He wrapped his hand around hers, holding it stationary against his chest while she kissed him goodnight.
Within seconds the kiss intensified on it's own accord and they turned on their side facing each other so their hands could trace each others bodies. Derek moaned softly, one hand trapped between her breast and the bed, the other freely roaming over, down and around her legs feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin cotton of her pajama's. Her hands slipped under the hem of his t-shirt, rubbing her palms across his stomch then around to his back as she pressed herself against him.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
They held each other close for a moment before Derek rolled over onto his back and reached for his pager.
5233673
He quickly hide his smile, she had figured out the code. "Sorry Mer," he kissed her one last time and slid out of bed, "I'll back in an hour. Maybe two."
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The lights were on in the trailer when he pulled up, he could see her standing in the kitchen searching for something in the cupboards, turning her head slightly when she heard his car door slam.
He took the steps on the desk two at a time, but coming to an abrupt stop when he reached the door. There was a pair of beige lacey leopard print panties tucked around the handle. Derek groaned with lust and tore open the door, crossing the room to her in three long strides.
His hands gripped her hips tightly, turning her to face him and pushing her up onto the counter in one surprisingly smooth motion, not even jarring her enough to spill her full glass of wine.
"Where were we?" he said quickly, already kissing her.
Addison tried, halfheartedly, to pull away as she tried to find a place for her wine glass; she had better things to be doing with her hands. She tightened her thighs around his hips and pulled him towards her, "About here..."
Derek emitted a growl like groan from the back of his throat, his hands dropping to her legs and dragging them up to her hips pulling her skirt up with them. His fingers dug into her flesh pulling her even closer, and she groaned wantonly into his mouth, finding it impossible to stop kissing him.
Her fingers barely grazed the buckle of his belt before he took over and fumbled with it frenziedly, his urgency leaving him very uncoordinated. By the time he was unbuckled, unzipped and unclothed from the waist down she had managed to undo 5 of the large buttons on the front of her dress and even the 12 impossibly tiny buttons lining the front of his shirt. Her hips, fingers, lips, everything was pulsing rhythmically and impatiently against his skin.
She forced herself away from his lips, tightening her legs even more against his hips and side, arching her hips towards him, refusing to wait any longer. He pressed into her ravenously, neither of them able to breath without moaning for those few seconds.
He held her hips and thighs tightly in his hands, driving their bodies together vigorously. She cried out with each thrust, gripping the counter until her knuckles turned white, and finally bracing her leg against the nearby table and meeting his force with a power of her own.
He slid a hand underneath her, holding her steady, and pushed his other hand through her hair, searching for the collar of her 'safari' dress. Finding it, he tugged at it firmly, dragging it down her back until the sleeves caught at her elbows, then pushing their chest together so he could feel her breasts bouncing frantically against him.
She fell silently as she hit her climax, her whole body becoming tensing and rigid and completely out of her control. He tried to take that control, draw out her orgasm and give her some relief, but he was to close. He drove into her harder and faster, not letting her come down until he had achieved his own release.
"Sorry," he panted, stroking her hair as she shuddered hard and buried her face in his shoulder.
She was silent for almost a minute, then she laughed shakily, "Okay, for the record, you never ever have to apologize for that." She uncurled her fingers from the counter and examined her palms.
He unwrapped his arms from around her and held her hands in his. Deep ridges cut across her palms. He kissed them carefully, then tilted her chin up and kissed her lips. She was still trembling slightly and he laughed, "Are you okay."
She rolled her eyes and pushed him away from her, easing herself carefully to the floor, "I'm fine. I think I just need a to relax a minute before heading home." She stretched slightly, easing her dress back up over her shoulders and forcing her legs to carry her to the bed where she stretched out with a content sigh.
Moments later she felt the bed dip in front of her and arms encircling her to rub her back and stroke her hair.
She tugged at the ends of his shirt and pulled him closer; inhaling the scent of him deep inside her, "Don't let me fall asleep."
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There were birds chirping.
That was going to be a problem.
Addison lay there another 10 minutes, she wasn't awake enough to actually wake up. She cracked an eye open, groaned and closed it again.
"Derek," she murmured hoarsely, "Derek, it's morning."
"Hrmm?"
"We have to get up," Addison tried to lift her head off the bed but only succeeded in having her hair fall into her face, "Ugh," she moaned.
Derek dragged open his eye's and focused on the ceiling. "It's morning."
"I know."
He glanced over at her. She was lying on her stomach, dress wildly disarrayed, "Add..." he sighed, "We screwed up."
"I don't want to talk about it," she groaned. She lifted her hand and pushed her hair out of her face, "We'll deal with it."
He reached out his hand and she did the same, their fingertips barely met, "We have to get up."
"Ugh," she groaned and buried her head back in the bed, "Jetleg."
"I mean it," he rolled over towards her, "Otherwise we are going to be late for work on top of having stayed out all night."
She rolled over onto her back and smiled sweetly. She leaned up and smiled slightly when he willingly leaned down to meet her, "If we are going to get caught we might as well make it worth it."
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"We have rounds in about 32 minutes."
"I have 15 missed calls," Addison took another gulp of her coffee and flipped her phone closed.
"You're in trouble," he teased as he tucked in his shirt.
"No more then you," she shrugged, digging through her bag for her wrap-around sweater that would hopefully camoflage her dress until she changed into scrubs for the day, something she never did. "We need to be smarter about this," she told him, tightening the knot in her sweater and slinging her purse over her shoulder as she prepared to leave.
"I know. Good luck," he whispered leaning in to kiss her.
She kissed him back hesitantly, then a little less hesitantly, until she felt things getting slightly out of hand. She gave him one last quick peck then turned to the door, "We are so stupid," she sighed as she slammed the door, "So stupid."
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"Where have you been?" Meredith demanded wrapping her arms around his neck, "You never came back."
"I'm sorry," he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, noting that she seemed shaky "I fell asleep in the medical library, then I went down the street to get some us some breakfast before rounds," really he had stopped to get food for himself and Addison, knowing she wouldn't have taken time to ingest anything but coffee to battle her jetleg.
"But I didn't see your car in the parking lot," she said accepting her cran-pecan muffin, not a flavor she really liked.
Derek took a sip of his coffee, "I just got it washed, it's in the parking garage."
Meredith smiled, she knew she had nothing to worry about.
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"Where were you last night," Callie stood next to Addison at the surgical board.
"Your house. Then the bar. I left when you started booty calling a waiter named Hugo who you proposisioned several times. Once with something that's illegal in 13 states."
"Geoff called me at 4am looking for you," Callie turned to her, "What did you do?"
"Nothing," Addison continued to stare straight ahead.
"Addison..."
"Callie..." Addison turned to her, "I went home to bed. The jetleg hit me pretty hard."
"He said he called your house and yout cell repeatedly."
"Well, I was planning on spending the night at Geoff's so the house phone is still set to go directly to voicemail," Addison spoke slowly as she rumaged through her purse seaching for her cell, "And my cell was set to vibrate," she continued easily, holding up her cell and showing Callie the vibrate option which she had selected in antisipation of this conversation, "I'll call Geoff and apologize now. I hate that I made him worry."
"Fine," Callie sighed, "I'm sorry if it sounded like I was accusing you of something."
Addison smiled, "I suppose I deserve it," she narrowed her eyes, a small smile still visable, "But you do it again, I'll take you down."
"Oh ya," Callie squared her shoulders.
"My money can bury you places where you'll never be found."
"I think you're forgetting who you're talking to rich girl. My trust fund makes your trust fund look like penny's."
"Ooooo. Right," Addison was silent a moment, "We should go shopping."
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"My my you are a hard woman to track down."
Addison turned and had the good grace to look guilty, "I'm so sorry." She rested her hands on Geoffrey's chest then slide them up to rest around his neck.
"We had such a good time when you got back yesterday," he said softly, kissing her gently. "I was hoping we could continue that."
"Mmm," she sighed, "You wore me out. I went back to my place, after I saw Callie, to get a change of clothes and fell dead asleep."
"Well, now you are all rested up and I haven't seen you in almost 24 hours…" he glanced around them. They were alone, but still standing in the middle of a hospital hallway, "Where are all those oncall rooms I hear so much about."
She laughed, "I don't know where you heard these stories, but they weren't about me," she kissed him, "Not in this hospital anyway."
"Addsion!"
Addison groaned at the sound of her name and turned around, "Richard."
"The twins," he began excitedly.
"Are arriving next week," she smiled at his enthusiasm, leaning slightly against Geoffrey's side.
"Put together whatever team you need. Bring in outside personel. Just keep them in this hospital.
"I just need Mark, Derek and Bailey."
"That's it?"
"The shared tissue and organs is a lot less complex then we antisipated, Bailey can handle it. There is quiet a bit of facial and cranial deformities though. Derek and Mark have their work cut out for them."
"So we are looking at a high seccess rate?"
"You hired the best."
Richard barely contained himself, "I don't pay you enough," he grinned, kissing her on the cheek.
"Well I wanted to talk to you about that," She grinned as Richards face fell, "I'm kidding. As long as I continue to make more then both Derek and Mark, I don't care what you pay me."
"You're my star," he told her. He nodded to Geoffrey, "Geoff," he said, holding out his hand, "Nice to see you again."
"Same to you Dr. Webber."
"Richard." He smiled, "I'd like to take you and Addison out to dinner sometime."
"Sounds great."
Richard nodded again, "I'll set something up with Addy for sometime next week provided she's not to busy." He shook Goeffreys hand again and left.
"He likes you," Addison smiled.
Geoffrey smiled, "I need to go, I have a patient at 11:30," he took her hand so she could walk with him towards the elevators, "I was thinking about Christmas."
"It's September."
"I know. I was thinking about taking the girls to Disneyland."
Addison smiled, "Well, it is the happiest place on earth."
Geoffrey grinned back, "Exactly. But then with you and this big case I have a feeling that I'm not going to be seeing you much. So I thought we could send a quiet Christmas just us and the girls, provided you can arrange to get a week or so off when the girls have their break in March…"
"You want me to come…"
Geoffrey looked at her in surprise, "Of course…"
"Oh…"
They looked at each other curiously for a moment.
"I just thought that it was a family vacation and…"
"Well it is…"
"But we really haven't been together that long…"
"By March we will have been."
"Geoffrey…"
"It will be over a year by then. We could actually be celebrating our aniversary."
Addison bit down on her lip, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Think about it," he told her, kissing her goodbye, then kissing the hand that he still held in his, "And you are spending the night at my place. No arguments," he winked backing on to the elevator.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
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It amazes me how well they are lying about this. It's like breathing for them. Personally if I was telling lies of this magnitude I would be stuttering and blushing… there is a reason why I am an honest person. That and I can get away with it cause of my sarcasm that makes everyone think I'm kidding. Word to the wise, I'm not.
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