NOTES: I'vr been working on this and my new Lost fic, Secrets in the Sand (check it out, yo!) so I'm on fanfiction overload, if you haven't read it yet, my partner in crime, Claire started a Grey's fic as well, "Impossible Odds" so check that out too! ENJOY :) Reviews are loooooooooove.

"What just happened?" Izzie asked. She had seen Addison walk off with Mark and watched Derek run after Meredith and come in, clearly upset.

"Um...I don't know." George replied.

Derek walked by and couldn't even look at them. He knew they were staring at him, knew they were jumping to conclusions, knew that the moment he turned the corner they would mutter obscenities and snicker at him. That bastard doctor! He could hear Izzie Stevens mutter something and he was tempted to tell her off. But he kept on walking, he turned the corner and kept on walking. He had a job to do, he had lives to save, and just because his world stopped spinning he couldn't make everyone else's slip out of rotation as well.

He went about his day, he tried his hardest to shove everything that just happened deep down inside of him, and lock it there. He just imagined it was Meredith he was trying to save, that is was Meredith laying before him on an operating room table, on the brink of death, pregnant with their child. Didn't matter that it was a 46 year old man, he had an active imagination and his passion for Meredith drove him to yet another successful surgery.

It was late when he finished. Late when he grabbed his keys and pulled his jacket tighter. Late when he stared up at the dim stars in the dark sky and remembered the ferryboats. Late when he thought about that night at prom when everything felt right, and to him, it still felt right. It was Late when he realized, he should have picked Meredith to begin with. Late when he realized Addison didn't deserve to be treated like this.

He longed to hold Meredith and whisper sweet nothings in her ear, tell her it was all going to be alright and he'd help her raise this baby. He saw the pain in her eyes and he wanted to fix it. He was a doctor, wasn't he? Couldn't he fix a broken heart by now?

He started his car and sat for a moment, deep in thought.

He needed to see her, he needed to tell her that he wanted this baby.

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"I keep telling myself off in my head, Addison, you are an idiot. Over and over and over again..."

"But, you aren't an idiot." Mark corrected. "Far from it, hey you slept with me, right?" Mark grinned.

Addison playfully shoved him in the shoulder. "Mark, why didn't-"

"Hey, lets' not get into the past, shall we?" Mark smiled, pouring Addison a glass of wine. "Let's get into there here and now."

"Well, why are you here then?" Addison asked, taking a sip of the wine and closing her eyes with a pleased smile. She opened them and looked at Mark, awaiting his answer.

"Thought I'd surprise you." Mark winked.

"Oh, Come On now." Addison laughed.

"Well, Webber needed my services again, convenient timing, aye?" He said, as he hit his glass to Addison with a CHING.

"Very Convenient." Addison responded with a small smile.

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Dear Denny-

I hate Alex Karev. He is the cause of Meredith's current distress. Had he have not used the guidance of his hormones, I wouldn't have a soaking wet pillowcase right now. Meredith's laying next to me, I can't leave her alone right now, she's a mess, and I mean...A MESS.

Some girl, who seems to think she's the Paris Hilton of Seattle...okay no, wait, she wouldn't be Paris Hilton cuz I think this girl is cheap, she's be the Motel 6 heiress. We'll call her Motel 6! Anyway, Motel 6 trips and falls in her frou frou hussy shoes and Alex has to play the hero cuz wow, he might just get laid. He's a hypocrite, a HUGE hypocrite. He judged me for having anything to do with you and now he's got his hands up her Juicy Couture skirt! I'm furious, I'm beyond furious...I'm...I don't know but I swear I've been so good at refraining myself from tearing his testicles out.

So, yes, we got caught and Addison found out. She ended up taking off with the very guy she cheated on Derek with. I swear this feels like Melrose Place. Then I guess Meredith told Derek...I don't know all the juicy details because Meredith is a complete wreck. I have to go make her something to eat then force feed her.

I really wish you were here right now. I've sat here holding Meredith when she cries, who is going to hold me when I cry? I'll leave with a big huge dramatic sigh.

I Love You!

-Izzie

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"How is your food?" Cristina asked. Preston had barely touched the thai food they ordered and Cristina was merely trying to make conversation.

Preston looked up from the newspaper he was reading and softly said, "It's fine."

"But you haven't even really eaten it." Cristina stated.

"I know." Preston replied.

"So, I've heard they're releasing a Eugene Foote Memorial album."

"Oh yeah?" Preston asked, setting down his paper.

"Yes, I actually preordered it for you today."

Preston replied with a warm smile.

"You have to say something." Cristina blurted out. "...about your hand. I know that you've only had two moments so far, but that is still two moments too many."

"No." Preston firmly stated.

"You need to!" Cristina yelled out. "You can't keep assisting Shepard and acting like you just don't 'feel' ready to work on your own, this is ridiculous!"

"I will NOT be told to give up, I will decide when yo give up, and I am NOT ready to give up yet. Derek will politely pat me on the shoulder and tell me there's not much we can do, and I know I can control this." Preston declared.

Cristina, in a surprising moment, pushed herself from the table and into Preston's arms.

Preston had been taken aback by Cristina behavior many times in the past few months and he embraced each moment, each crack at her shell that unleashed her true spirit.

"There's something I've been meaning to ask you." Preston said, as Cristina pulled away. "For once in your life, don't use your brain, don't think, just listen to your heart, alright? Now I'm going to ask it once, and I won't force you to make your decision. I want to know, if you'll marry me?"

Cristina felt as if she had swallowed a bug, did Preston just ask her to marry him?

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"Mer, I'm gonna go down and you a sandwich, okay?" Izzie said, sweetly peering over at her friend. She didn't expect her to respond, so mockingly Izzie said, "Oh yes, Izzie, my fantastic drop dead gorgeous, smart friend, I don't deserve a sandwich from you."

Meredith rolled over and glared at Izzie, who gave a laugh.

"I'm kidding, of course, I'm not THAT vain." Izzie smiled.

"Peanut Butter & Jelly?" Meredith asked through sad eyes, sniffling as she spoke.

Izzie smiled and nodded. "Peanut Butter & Jelly."

Izzie made her way down the stairs, eyeing George and Callie on the couch watching repeats of some TV show she never could get into, nor found the time to get into called Lost. George was trying his hardest to explain it all to Callie.

"How's she doing?" Callie asked.

"If she's not dehydrated from crying so much, I'll be shocked. I'm about to make her something to eat though, she's calmed down a little bit but her hormones aren't making anything easier." Izzie sighed.

"Yeah." Callie said softly and Izzie made her way into the kitchen, rolling her eyes at the sound of the doorbell.

If its Alex, I'm kicking him in the balls. She thought.

But much to Izzie's surprise, it was Derek.