A/N: Glad to hear people love Mark and Callie together as much as I do. If one or both of them ever end up actually visiting PrP I'd be the happiest girl alive. I'd be even happier if this damn strike would end, also, so that we could get some new episodes of our show. It's seriously depressing. Anyway, on another note, I'm thinking there are three, maybe four chapters left in this. Hopefully I'll be inspired by the time it's finished to write another fic, we'll see. Anyway, thanks, as always for the reviews. Hope you like this Chapter as much as I do. I also better do a disclaimer on this one, I always forget; I dont own any of Shonda's characters, but I'd gladly take them if she's offering. Oh, and I dont own Derek Jeter, either. (Just read and you'll see.)
After they had walked Mark and Callie to the door, Pete and Addison retreated quickly back upstairs. Addison kicked off her shoes and flung herself onto the bed, lying on her back, her hands folded across her stomach. Pete followed and crawled up next to her, he on his stomach, propping himself up with one arm. When she turned her head to face him, he reached across to Addison's face and pushed some hair from her eyes and brushed her cheek with the back of this thumb. He cocked his head to the side and smiled when she scrunched up her nose and smiled sweetly at him. He knew she'd want to talk, and he wanted to know what she was thinking, but he wasn't sure if he should ask, or wait for her to speak. They were silent for a few minutes, just looking at each other, and then Pete decided he'd be the one to talk first.

"You okay?" he asked quietly, his thumb now brushing the corner of her jaw.

"I'm fine." She said quickly, but Pete gave her that look, and she knew that wasn't going to be a good enough answer for him. "It's kind of a lot to … its weird seeing them, seeing Mark." She continued, and though Pete didn't say anything, she could see in his eyes that he understood. "Mark and I have always had a weird relationship that's never really been defined, but he helped me get through a really terrible time in my life and he was always a friend to me. I don't want to lose that."

Pete shifted a little on the arm underneath him and Addison was suddenly worried she'd convinced him she was about to say something Pete wasn't going to like. She couldn't help but smile at the curious face looking back at her.

"I asked him if we could be friends," she told him, and though she was sure it could have just been him exhaling, she swore she heard him sigh in relief a little at her words, "Is that alright with you? I mean, I know it's a weird situation given our history, but it's not like it's a big deal. I mean the man doesn't even live in this state..." She breathed and stared hard into Pete's face, "It's not a big thing, but I don't, you know, have to be his friend if it bothers you."

"Why would I not want you to be friends with your friends? I know Mark was your friend—is your friend. It doesn't bother me." Pete offered, and Addison looked a little disappointed at his words. "What?" He laughed, "Did you want me to demand that I want you all to myself all the time, no sharing you?"

"Maybe," she said slowly, but her eyes were playful and she was smiling.

"You and Mark can be friends. I'm not worried," he said moving his hand from her face down to her waist and pulling her closer to him.

"You're not?" Addison questioned quietly.

"Nope," Pete breathed confidently.

"Why?"

"Because you're here, with me," Pete said sweetly.

"I could just up and leave you one of these days, you know," she teased wrapping both her arms around his neck forcing him on top of her.

"Mmmhmmm," he mumbled as he pressed his lips on hers.

They didn't have to meet Callie and Mark for at least an hour or two, and the way Addison was holding tightly to Pete made him think they'd found a way to keep themselves busy until then.

--

Two hours—and two more places added to their best sex list—later, Pete and Addison were giving Mark and Callie the grand tour of Oceanside. Too bad it was a Saturday and there were no exciting patients for them to see, however, Callie kept insisting how much she hated the two of them for never working weekends. Although her friends would tell her in a heartbeat she was crazy for ever leaving surgery behind, they still couldn't help but feel the new, relaxed atmosphere had calmed her and that it was definitely a change for the better. The tour continued, while Pete and Addison shared a few stories about patients they'd had over the past months and when they reached Pete's office, Addison smiled softly was quick to share the story about that time—when this quack she hardly knew had stuck needles in her face.

--

Around six, the four of them headed for dinner. They were all keeping conversation nicely, Callie and Mark offering stories about patients and work of their own. Some stories about old times between Mark and Addison slipped in occasionally, but they all laughed, like it were just another story, and Addison felt extremely relieved. She finally felt like she was keeping the past in the past.

Sometime during dessert, however, Mark was trying to convince Addison that she missed New York, and when she insisted there couldn't possibly be anything to miss about it, Mark agreed that even if that were true, he missed being able to see the Yankees play.

"Oh, god. I almost forgot he was a Yankees fan," Pete said quietly to Addison, who was sitting as close as she could next to him.

When Mark over heard, he insisted, "The Yankees are the team of all teams."

"The Yankees are—" Pete began, but he was interrupted.

"The Yankees are a novelty. I've seen them play, and they are not as good as every Yankee fan insists they are. I mean look at the statistics. They could be doing just as well as the Mets are, but you don't hear them talking up what a great team they are all the time." Addison stated hotly.

Mark stared wide eyed, as if it were almost un-real that those words had just escaped her mouth. Pete, however, beamed proudly at Addison. He'd taken her to see, maybe, five games in the last month, and he was extremely proud of the sudden interest she'd taken in it. He still wasn't completely convinced if she actually really liked it or if she just did a good job pretending she did because she knew it was Pete's favorite. Either way, it was time they spent having fun together, so it didn't matter.

"I don't care if Derek Jeter is pretty. I mean he is, but then when you're looking at him and you remember he's a Yankee, you change your mind."

"Since when do you know who Derek Jeter is?" Mark laughed, "You hate baseball."

"I never hated it. You just assumed I would because I'm a girly girl who likes expensive shoes and wearing a new outfit everyday. I really like baseball—I like football better, though, honestly baseball gets a little boring to watch on TV sometimes—but Pete's taken me to see the Dodgers play and there's just something about being there that…" but she trailed off when she saw both Mark and Callie staring at her like she was crazy. "What!" she demanded.

"You're different." Mark and Callie smiled.

"Bad different?" she asked curiously.

"Not at all," Mark replied.

--

They'd all gone back to Addison's house for drinks after dinner. Addison grabbed a bunch of beers and carried them down to the rest of them on the beach. Pete had been starting a fire and as much as Addison was dying to curl up next to Pete and relax, the look on Callie's face was telling her it was going to have to wait. Before Addison had anytime to ask Pete if he was going to be fine without her, Callie was pulling her toward the shore demanding if they didn't do girl time now, it would be too late. Addison shot a quick glance back at Pete to make sure he was going to be alright and he gave her a quick wink.

It wasn't that Pete was nervous to be alone with Mark; he really wasn't that intimidated by him, it was just that if it came down to it, Pete was certain he'd lose to him in a fight. Both men glanced up from their respective beers and scoffed a little at how awkward they were making the situation seem.

"So, she likes baseball, huh?" Mark offered, figuring that talking about Addison or sports were really the only two subjects either of them could possibly need to talk about.

"Yep, although, she's got this thing for the Chargers, if you can believe it. She saw them play twice in January before they got beat by the Pats and now she's made me order this ridiculously overpriced NFL package so she can make sure she sees all their games this year." Pete was still smiling at the memory of the very first game they watched together. Football was much more entertaining to watch on TV, she'd insisted, and they wore tighter pants. He couldn't wait until he could take her to San Diego to actually see them play.

"That's… weird," Mark laughed and shook his head, "...But, good. I mean, she seems— He quickly corrected himself, "She's happy."

"Yeah," Pete replied. Though he knew about what her past had done to her, whenever she talked to him about it she never seemed to really admit just how unhappy she used to be. Or maybe she did, but he never noticed because she'd always been different around him. But the way Mark spoke about it, made him realize that happy Addison was a big deal. He was suddenly filled with content and a smile spread across his face—knowing that he had something to do with Addison being happier made Pete the happiest guy alive.

"She loves you."

"Yeah," Pete replied again, still smiling, like an idiot.

"Don't screw it up. She deserves to finally be happy." Mark said quietly taking an extremely large gulp of his beer.

"I know." Pete replied. He really did know, and he wasn't about to screw it up for anything.

--

As they walked, Callie's arm linked around Addison's, they were all smiles and Callie was the first to speak.

"Sooo, details. I need them all. I heart Pete." Callie insisted. "I want a Pete of my very own."

Addison laughed at her rambling friend. "Pete's all mine," she said narrowing her eyes, doing her best to sound protective, but they were giggling again. "Plus, you seem to already have a guy of your own. Care to share what's going on there?"

"You're avoiding talking about you, you know." Callie informed her with a smile. "If I tell you, will you answer all of my questions about you and Pete?" Addison nodded, so Callie continued. "It's been a crazy year. My crappy marriage ended, and I needed a friend and Mark was there for me. I know, sounds familiar." Callie joked, and Addison laughed in agreement. "I don't want to keep making mistakes. So I told him we had to stay just friends until we were sure it could work. I still haven't sleep with him, you know, since before… Anyway, he makes me laugh. Is it weird that I'm telling you this, because I can totally understand if it's weird, and if you don't want me to see Mark, then—"

"No. Definitely not weird," Addison insisted. "It's good to see you happy and Mark needed to find the right woman. And you, my dear Callie, are quite a catch." Addison said triumphantly.

"I am quite a catch," Callie agreed. "I really miss you."

"I'm sorry I haven't called much," Addison said somberly as they stopped walking and they turned to face each other. "I'll do better."

"You've been busy," Callie laughed, looking back toward the house and smiled noticing Pete and Mark hadn't killed each other yet.

"I've been busy," Addison agreed jokingly.

"So," Callie stated, "Spill woman."

"What do you want to know?" Addison said scrunching up her nose; she didn't know where to start.

"How's the sex?" Callie blurted out. Addison rolled her eyes and laughed at her friend for being ever so blunt. "Hey, I'm not getting any. Help a girl out; give me something to get excited about."

"It's amazing." Addison stated seriously.

"Bitch," Callie teased, rolling her eyes at Addison. "Of course you get amazing sex, with your amazingly attractive, hunk of a boyfriend. I hate you."

"Awww, I missed you too, Cal." Addison laughed as she threw her arm around her friend.

"He really loves you." Callie stated, as they turned to walk back in the direction of the house, "Like, he gushed this morning for fifteen minutes about everything he loves about you." Addison was beaming when Callie's eyes met hers, "You love him too."

"I love him too."

"I'm so glad you're happy, Addie. I was worried about you, running out here all alone. I know you needed to get away from everything, but I was scared—"

"I was scared, too." Addison agreed. "But I couldn't have stayed Cal. Everything I could see when I thought about my future there was painful, and even though I had you, there was no way I was ever going to find the life I wanted if I stayed there. It was safe—all I ever knew was a life that somehow included one, or both, of them. I was ready for a life that didn't have to include Derek and Mark, just Addison. And even though not knowing about the future is still scary sometimes and everything isn't as perfectly as I dreamed, it's getting there…Cal, Its pretty damn close."

"I'm really glad you're happy, Addie," Callie breathed unable to stop smiling; apparently Addison's genuine smile was contagious.

"You said that already."

"I know."

"I'm really going to miss you when you leave," Addison admitted, pulling Callie into a huh. She could feel her emotions in her throat and she was trying not to cry.

"I'm going to miss you too," Callie choked out, obviously not holding her emotions near as well as Addison. "I'm allowed to visit again, right? I swear next time I'll call first."

"You can come visit me and the quack anytime," Addison replied with a smile.