Hi, it's a shortie, for which I apologise. But I'm sick *coughs*, and I've got something planned that needed another chapter. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's or the Archfield.

It was raining. Of course it was raining, this is Seattle. But rain plus darkness has never been a good combination for Addison. She never had a problem with that in New York, the city of lights. But Richard Webber had paged her for an emergency, which apparently only she could do, so she obeyed the man who was like a father to her. Addison used to live at the Archfield hotel, she didn't have her own car then but took a cab every day to work. But now that she bought a house, she figured a car would be put to good use. The lights of her car only lightened 10 meters in front of her and the wiper blades were sweeping the rain of her wind shield. The radio was playing Alcazar's 'Crying At The Discotheque', a song she hadn't heard in years and spontaneously bobbed her head to. Finally she turned into a road that was provided of more lights, but they weren't supposed to be in front of her right? And normally they don't become larger or .. Wait. Is that a tru-


Addison woke up screaming for all she was worth. Alex, who was observing her from outside, got in quickly and gathered her in his arms. Hugging her tightly her screams transformed in heart wrenching sobs.

"It's alright, you're safe here honey." Alex soothed her, placing a kiss in her hair. He noticed it smelled exactly the same as it usually did. Shepherd must've found the shampoo bottle I put there. He thought. It killed him that Addison had requested her ex-husband to help her bathe, but whatever she wanted, he did.

Her sobs had toned down to a quiet crying. Tears were rolling over her face when he released her from his arms. He didn't expect her to say anything but she did anyway, "I had a bad dream."

"I figured." He replied, giving her a sad smile. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Look, Alex. I think it's really sweet that you're here and you want to comfort me. But from what I remember you're my intern, so I don't want to burden you with anything."

Alex had to blink back tears. Her intern, that's what she thought he was, just her intern. He shut his mouth, preventing from doing any damage and replied calmly, "Of course," He swallowed, "Dr. Montgomery." He walked to the entrance of her door but turned around one more time. "I'm here for you though."

Alex paced through the hallways, looking for Derek. He spotted him, nursing his morning coffee in his hands.

"Shepherd, you need to tell her. You need to tell her she's not married to you. She's mine, Addison's mine. She's my fiancée and I can't have her thinking I'm only her intern. I have to call her Dr. Montgomery for god's sake! I need my Addie back." Alex was on the verge of crying, cradling his head in his arms.

"Alex, calm down. I can trigger her memory but I can't force her. She'll come around. She will remember, I promise you. Just calm down." Derek patted Alex's shoulder in a consoling way.

"Dr. Shepherd, Dr. Montgomery is asking for you." A nurse called out.

"I'll be right there." He answered the nurse, turning around he spoke softly, "I'll talk to her."

Alex nodded and watched Derek walk away.


"Did you need me?" Derek asked as soon as he walked into Addison's room. He wanted to take a seat in the nearest chair, but moved over to the bed as soon as Addison motioned for him to do so.

"I just wanted to see you." Her smile remembered him of the first year of their marriage. Everytime she saw him or heard his name, a radiant smile appeared on her face.

"Addie, what do you remember?" He took her hand in his.

"I remembered driving over here because the Chief paged me for an emergency surgery. It was dark and raining and a truck just came out of nowhere." She spoke softly.

"I know honey, we saw the wreck. You could've died you know."

Addison didn't reply, but Derek saw a lone tear making its way down her cheek. He pulled her into his arms.

"Do you remember anything else? From before?" He tried.

"I remember marrying you. I remember being a doctor. I know Alex is my intern and Meredith is my friend. We got married in New York and lived there for the next 11 years. We had a private practice. And I think that's about it."

"Do you remember your childhood?" Derek was pushing, he knew. But he wanted this to be over just as much as Alex. Even though he liked the thought of everything being as it was before. He knew Addison would be frantic if she remembered. And he wouldn't want to jeopardize his relationship with Meredith.

"Every single bit of it." She answered softly. "Der, am I going to get my memory back?"

"I hope so Addie." He replied.

"Me too. I think we should start thinking about kids, Der."

"We'll talk about that later Addie." Derek answered, not knowing that outside Addison's room a fuming Alex stood, waiting to enter.

Review? I'm sick remember :$

-A