Sorry for the long delay, I was on holiday. This is the next update not the best but a tie together i hope. Please review and if you have aany ideas of where it should go from here feel ffree to air them.

Meredith's POV

The pit AKA my punishment for being late or another reason to hate my mother. Which ever way you choose to see it. She was lucid this morning, for long enough to have me crying in my car for ½ an hour. And now I'm stuck with sutures and stomach flu cases.

"Dr Grey" hearing my name I turn around and see an orderly rushing to the ambulance bay, time for this day to get more interesting, I think as I shoot off behind him.

"What have we got?" I ask as the paramedics swing the doors open.

"Beth Conway, 29, 37 weeks pregnant, diabetic, fiancé said she was complaining of severe abdominal pain before she collapsed, pain is ongoing since she regained consciousness after a shot of glucose and insulin."

"Page Doctor Montgomery, and test her blood sugar, I want her on fluids and insulin." Reeling off orders I help wheel her inside, definitely more interesting, I sigh.

"She in premature labour, I need to do an emergency C-section, Dr Grey be ready to scrub in, in 10 minutes." Was she civil?

After a successful surgery I am filling out paperwork in the basement, both mother and baby where fine, which is a relief for me as the paperwork doubles if there is a complication. I hear her before I see her. I look up to see Addison walking up to me, holding 2 bananas and 2 mugs of coffee. As way of explanation she says the surgery ran through lunch and she thought I might be hungry. Taking mine from her I invite her to sit next to me. Three weeks ago I had thought the sparks we shared were my fuddles panicky imagination, now I wasn't so sure.

"Are you OK? You looked like you had been crying earlier."

"I'm fine." The usual reply, "I had a rough morning, having visited my mother. I'm fine." I'm not, but she can't know that.

"Eat up, your on my service the rest of today and you are scrubbing on hysterectomy in 20 minutes." Great, I love surgeries but work in a room with Addison for 4 hours, that is worrying.

Addison's POV

She's been crying, at least that's my first thought when I get to the pit for my 911 page. I want to help but I turn my attention to the C-section at hand.

When we scrub out I notice she looks a little pale, what ever upset her must have made her skip breakfast, and now its past lunch.

I hurry to the coffee cart and get to coffees and 2 bananas, Meredith is good and she can assist me later.

I find her in the basement, filling out charts; she looks even paler now, but doesn't appear to be unwell. As I approach she looks up and her eyes light up when she sees coffee and food. I sit next to her and ask her if she's ok. I get the usual I'm fine, but she hasn't touched her coffee or banana.

I tell her to eat up and be ready to scrub in, in 20 minutes, I tell myself its her skill I want, but really it's the feeling I get when I'm around her.

Hope you enjoyed, constructive critisism welcome. Also a thank-you note to all those who are already following the story.