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Calling all friends and people I met on the way down
Calling all friends and people I don't even know
Calling on high I want to believe there's a way now
I'm too tired to pretend I don't want to be alone
Calling All Friends, Low Stars

It was just rounding 8:30 when Addison found herself on the doorsteps of her best friends. She no longer remembered how she'd become friends with Izzie, nor she could say what they had in common, but she was definitely her best friend. Yet, that didn't stop her from feeling slightly out of place when she stood on their front porch. She'd let this life slip right through her fingers, and sometimes that became more than she could take. She'd always wanted the house with the pickett fence, and the baby. She'd always wanted a baby. As the music that was being played inside the home filtered it's way out, she couldn't help but wonder if she'd ever get the chance again.

She'd barely removed her hand from the door from the first knock when it was swung open by a smiling Izzie. "Hey babe!" she pulled her friend into the house, being sure to shut the door behind her.

"Hey!" Addison laughed as pulled away from the hug. "Sorry I'm late, Frank stopped by the diner. You know I can't turn him away."

"Addi.. You do know he's like the richest guy in town, right? He practically owns Main Street."

"Goes to show that money can't buy happiness. Come on Iz, the guy is always alone." Addi pouted, trying to defend the guy. Even when she was with her best friend, there were a lot of things Addison couldn't say. She had too many secrets to defend herself too much. Her loneliness was only part of the package that she couldn't explain.

"Because he's a drunk who pretends the jail is his home even though he probably has a bed bigger then my entire room!" She didn't understand everyone's need to take care of him, even Alex gave him free haircuts! Free! To the richest man in town! It irritated her to no end.

"Aw Iz, he only stays at the jail when he's too drunk to drive home. Be nice!" Addison smiled as she finally moved the conversation from the foyer to the living room, where Alex was reclining in his chair.

"Hey Addi." Alex offered a half wave in her direction before turning back into the song playing on the radio. Even if he did have something to say, Izzie would beat him to it anyway. It was best to just not talk at all.

"Hey Karev." Addi smiled as she made herself comfortable on the love seat that she'd long ago claimed as her own for movie night.

"I'll be back." Izzie beamed as she made her way though the swinging door into the kitchen.

"Rugrat asleep?" She asked, already knowing that Annie hadn't stayed up past eight in awhile.

"Yeah. She fought it hard for ya though." Alex laughed as he glanced down the hallway towards the nursery. "If she wakes up though, you can get her."

"How sweet of you." She glared at him, every time she'd ever tried to put Annie to sleep, she'd cried until either of her parents took her away.

"Couldn't resist."

"Who wants some popcorn?" Izzie's voice filled the room as the door swung open once again to reveal three bowls of popcorn, and three cokes to go with them.

"Like that's really a question." Addison laughed as she stood up to grab a bowl from the pile, and a coke.

"So what are you two going to torture me with tonight?"

"Guess you'll just have to wait and see." Izzie giggled as she handed him his share before leaning over him, brushing her lips on his before moving away.

"What kinda kiss was that?" Alex joked as she made her way to the other couch in the room.

"It wasn't for you, it was for me." She smiled, grabbing the remote and pressing play.

The honest truth is it is me,
Oh Sarah don't you know
That there's something, there's something to being alone.
And oh Sarah don't you go,
Cause I'm nothing, I'm nothing on my own
Tyler Kyte, Sarah

He wasn't sure how long it took him to get from the diner to the jail, but he knew the air was chillier at the jail than it had been at the diner, which he was thankful for. Knocking once on the door, he placed his ear up to it for any signs of Mark, but heard none. In a huff, he stepped backwards, just enough to get off the welcome mat. He'd begged Derek at least twice to get another mat, he'd even offered to pay for it, but Derek had refused. Thinking momentarily of ridding the place of the mat for good and leaving no evidence, he found the key underneath it, and unlocked the door, replacing the key where he found it before entering the pitch black place.

Flicking on the light, he confirmed his original belief that he was alone for the night. Frowning, he locked the door behind him before making his way to the cell on the left, which had been left opened. Even in the guys absence, he didn't get to choose what bed he wanted. "Frank would like to choose sometime, ya know." He muttered as he turned on the bedside lamp before making his way back towards the door to shut off the main light.

Finally crawling into bed, his thoughts immediately drifted to Addison. She was the only one who seemed to understand that he wasn't just some drunk, he was lonely. She entertained him without a word spoken about it ever. He'd vaguely wondered, on one of his sober days, if she felt alone as well, but he'd dismissed it quickly. No one like her could ever feel lonely.

Just as he was about to dose off into a peaceful sleep, the door opened, revealing Derek in his flannel shirt that he always wore when he went fishing.

"Frank? You here?" Derek flipped on the main light as he gazed into the cell area.

"Frank is here, Sheriff." Frank mumbled, covering his eyes with the over sized pillow to block out the unwanted light.

"You're here early." Derek chuckled as he made his way to the cell.

"Frank wants to wake up for the service."

"Good for you, Frank." Derek smiled proudly at him before making his way to his desk for his wallet, the original reason for his presence. He was under no impression that he would see Frank the following morning, but it was nice that he was making an attempt.

"Hey Frankie." Tommy made his way through the cracked door, straight to the cell.

"Tommy boy! Hey!" Frank smiled as he sat up on the cot. "How goes it buddy?"

"I went fishing!" Tommy smiled proudly at the man.

"Oh yeah? Catch anything?"

"Yes! But dad says I can't take it out of the cooler untill we get home. He doesn't think the town will understand my excitement. But you would, wouldn't you Frankie?"

"Frank would.. And does understand the excitement. Last time Frank went fishing, Frank caught two big ol' fish, but Frank had to put them back."

"Why'd you have to put them back?"

"Frank forgot to bring a cooler. And they wouldn't stop moving when he laid them down, so he just put them back." Frank frowned as he recalled watching the two fish simply swim away with ease.

"I'm sorry, Frankie. I bet you'll remember that cooler next time, won't ya?"

"Frank has vowed never to fish again, because shortly after the fishes got away, he wanted them back, so he jumped in after them. Turns out Frank wasn't as fast of a swimmer as he thought he was.

"You tried to catch a fish with your hands?" Tommy tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out if he'd ever heard of someone trying to do that before- he was sure he hadn't.

"Not Frank's proudest moment."

"Time to go, Tommy. T is waiting for us." Derek grinned as he watched his son's reaction.

"But dadddd... Frankie was telling a story!"

"Frank will continue story another time."

"Fine." Tommy pouted as he stood up and walked out of the cell to the door.

"Lock up when you leave tomorrow. Kay Frank?"

"Sure thing Sheriff." Frank smiled as he laid back down in the cot, closing his eyes as darkness took over the room once again.

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