Thanks to Echante and LoveandLearn who were the only ones that reviewed chapter 2! I saw that many subscribed to this story but didn't write a review and it's kinda sad because I'm really interested in your opinion about the story... For everyone who doesn't know what to write in a review you could tell me what you like/dislike in the story, who do you want this girl to be? Something like that you know... just that I know you're interested in this...
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Chapter 3:

Lexie had been right, the red haired girl was still unconscious when Mark stood in front of her bed looking through the chart. Her CT did not confirm any suspected brain injuries, that meant she had to wake up within the next few hours. He watched her for a few more minutes until Derek appeared in the doorway.

"Hey man." Mark said and walked over to him.

"Hey... she seems to be fine. I'm sure she will wake up soon." Derek said eying the girl in the bed.

"That's good... I just came..." the plastic surgeon tried to sound casual and not specifically interested in the case but failed.

"Oh Mark, I know why you're here. The reason you're here right now is the same reason I'm standing next to you in this moment." he looked to Mark's questioning face.

"What are you talking about?" he asked Derek after a few minutes of silence.

"Oh come on... you can't tell me your interest in on this case, regarding this specific girl doesn't have something to do with her resemblance to my ex-wife."

"I can't?" Mark looked with a questioning gaze. He was hoping that Derek would believe him and not push but he lost hope of that when Derek began shaking his head.

"Okay, fine. Maybe you're right, but how can you have the same reason for being here in that case? You've got a post-it wife." He said, not realizing until later that the comment didn't really make any sense.

"Oh I've got the same reason but my intentions are far different from yours." he looked directly in his best friend's eyes.

"Really? And what are my intentions?" Mark was certain that his friend didn't have opposing intentions.

"We couldn't inform her family because we don't know who she is or where she came from. I don't want her to wake up and be alone. Or worse, I don't want her to wake up and see you watching her and living vicariously through her to fulfill some fantasy you've got. You want to be near her because it feels like being near Addison and that makes you feel good." Derek explained hitting the bull's-eye although Mark didn't want to admit it.

"That's not true, I'm here because I care about this patient." he tried to talk his way out but the way Derek looked at him was enough to tell him otherwise. There was no way his best friend from childhood was going to fall of the act he'd been putting on. "What is it? Is it that unbelievable that I'm able to care about patients?" Mark couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Well, I've never seen you caring this much about someone I wasn't married to for more than 11 years." Derek smiled self-satisfied.

"Okay, maybe I've got a thing for red haired chicks..." that was a lame excuse and Mark knew it.

"Oh you don't have a thing for red haired 'chicks', you have a thing for my ex-wife and this poor girl here reminds you of Addie:" Derek was right and Mark didn't know how to respond. He knew that what Derek told him was true but he couldn't admit it.

"Whatever, but admit it, it's just insane that she looks so much like Addison..." he looked toward the bed and silently watched the girl that reminded him of the woman he'd been love with for longer than he'd care to admit.

"Oh yeah... I mean look, how old is she? Don't you think we would have noticed if Addison was pregnant? We've known her for more than 20 years and... who is this girl?" Derek finally vocalized the question that haunted their mind since they first came across their patient.

"Derek, this girl can't be Addie's daughter, can she? Maybe she's... she's her sister... or she just looks like Addison but isn't related to her." Mark suggested different alternatives although he didn't believe in any of them himself.

"Oh yeah that's most likely the case and tomorrow a little version of you walks in here and you're also in no kind related to him, do you really believe that?" Derek said sarcastically.

"Not really... okay I'll just call and ask her." and with that Mark took his blackberry out of his pocket and searched for Addison's number. He was so lost in thought that he didn't noticed Derek mumble:

"Oh god I don't want to be the one asking Addison... does he think that it'll be that easy? Just saying something like 'Oh hey Addison, do you have a daughter no one knows about?' that's insane..."
Mark stood a few feet away while waiting for Addison to pick up her phone. What he couldn't see was that in LA Addison had her phone in the hand looking at the caller ID not sure whether she want to talk to him or not. When he already wanted to hang up he finally heard her voice.

"Hello, this is Dr. Montgomery speaking." she pretended not to know who was on the phone.

"Hey, it's Mark..." he said and waited for her reaction only to hear silence. She obviously had nothing to say to him. "Ehhr... do you have a minute?" he went on to ask.

"Mark, what do you want?" she replied, sounding annoyed.

"I wanted to talk to you..." which was true. He had too much to tell her. He wanted to tell her how stupid he felt for what he did while he was in LA. He wanted to ask her about this patient that conquered his every thought. But he wasn't sure she'd even listen

"Okay, I don't have any time for this Mark, if there's nothing important you need to talk to me about than I've got to go. I've patients. Bye." she was just about to hang up when she heard Mark say something.

"Addison, do you have a daughter?" actually he hadn't planned to ask her immediately, he had wanted to talk about something else first and then mention the girl and ask her if she knows her. But when Addison wanted to hang up he had to do something to stop her and that was the first thing he had thought of, knowing it would capture her attention.

"What? Is this some kind of stupid joke?"

"No, no Addison. I'm not kidding... it's just... do you have one or not?"

"Of course, yesterday I got pregnant and this morning I gave birth!" she answered sarcastically.

"Addison, I'm serious. Do you have a daughter? I really need to know..." he tried to get an answer out of her.

"Why do you...?" she asked a little scared.

"Do you have a daughter?" he interrupted her, by saying the words loud and slowly he made clear how important it was.

"No, I don't have a daughter. But why do you want to know ?"
Mark was relieved in a weird way. Somehow the thought of Addison having an almost grown up daughter was disturbing to him. When he thought of Addison as a mum he always thought of her holding a little baby girl with blue eyes, with his blue eyes. So he took a deep breath to relax. Addison would know if she had a daughter, wouldn't she?

"Why do you want to know that? And don't you think you would know about a daughter after your LA visit?" she asked again when Mark didn't responded.

"Yeah, I thought of all that but Derek..." he tried to explain when he was interrupted.

"What the hell did Derek..." she yelled.

"I didn't do or say anything!" Derek took Mark's phone to defend himself.

"But how does Mark suddenly get the idea that I could have a daughter?" Addison was anything but calm.

"Mark got the idea when we saw our last patient." her ex-husband said.

"But why..." Addison didn't get it.

"We have a patient... she's maybe 19 years old and... well I don't know how to tell you this but... she looks just like you. She looks like you did when you back in med school..."

"That's not possible." she thought

"Well that's what Mark and I thought too... at first... but we know what you looked like and trust me you two look alike." Derek and Mark could just assume what that must have felt like for Addison. Mark watched how Derek started nodding and finally he gave Mark his phone back.

"She wants to talk to you..."

"Addison?" he asked.

"Look, Mark I'm sorry for my reaction... and I really appreciate that you've called. You thought she could be my daughter and you thought I'd wanna know. I guess I would have done the same thing." she said and you could tell by her voice that she didn't know what to think.

"Addison... about what I said in LA..." he wanted to tell her that he was sorry.

"Don't... just don't, I get it." He could hear the sadness present in her voice.

"But..." he tried again.

"No buts... bye!" and then she hung up, leaving Mark staring at his blackberry.

So again PLEASE I want to know what you're thinking about this chapter! Do you think Addison lied? Or do you think she told Mark the truth? Just tell me!