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One Week Later

Seattle Grace

Addison had now been back at work for a week now since getting clearance from Richard after her accident. She never thought it possible to miss working insane, hectic, stressful hours every day of the week, but as she settled back into her routines, she realized how much she truly missed it. The only part she didn't enjoy was after spending two weeks seeing Derek all the time, this last week their paths rarely crossed in a "convenient" manner. And today, like every other, she had patients around the corner.

"Good afternoon Mrs. Samuels. How are you feeling?" Addison asked in her gentle patient voice as she entered the room, tailed by Izzie.

"Better I guess. Were you able to stop my contractions?" Mrs. Samuels asked, worry plastered across her face.

"Luckily, yes. The drugs we administered seemed to have done the trick. Your blood work is of mild concern, so I'd like to keep you and the baby under immediate supervision for the next 72 hours to make sure everything is nice and clean before I send you home."

"Alright, if you think that's best, I'm on board."

"Terrific. Dr. Stevens will be the one keeping a close eye on you, but she's in direct contact with me if there should be any problems. Any concerns, no matter how trivial they are, have me paged."

"Thank you Dr. Montgomery." Mrs. Samuels seemed genuinely impressed by Addison's level of devotion.

"You're welcome. Dr. Stevens…." Addison reassured her patient with a touch on the arm and motioned for Izzie to follow her outside the room.

"Okay for now you're only concern is Mrs. Samuels. Her contractions may have stopped, but it is unlikely for them to stay stopped. If there is any sign of a relapse, we need to get on it immediately."

"I understand." Izzie responded, confident but slightly fearful for Mrs. Samuels and her child.

"I know you do. And I'm not trying to scare you I promise." Addison smiled at Izzie, who reciprocated.

"I know that." Izzie watched Addison sigh deeply. It had been a long week to come back to. "How are you doing?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, I mean this has been one of the most hectic weeks I have ever seen. To come back now, especially after your accident, must be hard."

"It is, but after the ninety hour work week you put in as interns, you build up a special sort of stamina." Izzie nodded in understanding. "I actually have an hour before my next surgery, so I'm going to go catch up on a little sleep. If you need anything though, please wake me. I don't want you to feel overwhelmed."

"I'll be okay, but thank you for the offer." Addison nodded and headed towards the nearest empty on-call room. Izzie watched her go, marveling at the kindness Addison exerted towards her patient and towards herself. She may have started off cold and slightly Satan-like, but whatever changed in between now and then seemed to have brought out the true Addison, not one acting strong to save herself from further pain. Izzie was thankful: she loved learning from this Addison.

The door was barely fully shut when a breathless Derek approached Izzie in the hallway. Her attention was so deferred that she didn't see Derek come up behind her. As she turned to head back into Mrs. Samuels' room, his presence came as a very big shock.

"Oh!" Izzie exclaimed loudly, walking right into Derek's chest. "Sorry Dr. Shepherd. I totally didn't see you there.

"It's alright. I sort of snuck up behind you. Sorry for that." Izzie just nodded as she regained her breath. "Have you seen Addison?"

"About ten feet that way. She's trying to take a nap before her next surgery."

"Thanks Stevens." Derek jogged past her, hoping to see Addison. He had missed her unbearable amounts this past week: they actually hadn't spent a night together all week; one or the other was always in a late/early surgery, or just held up at the hospital. His body ached for hers. More than anything, he needed to make sure she was handling the stress of being back to work okay. She had always been the type to jump in head first to her job, and still recovering from the accident, it was bound to take its toll on her.

Walking up to the door, he caught his breath and peered through the glass window. He could see her, standing by the window. Her coat was lying on a random chair, her heels next to it. Although he couldn't see her face, he knew she was struggling. After fifteen years with someone, you pick up on the subtle things, even how they stand.

He opened the door slowly, not wanting to scare her. It shut equally as quiet as he made his way closer to her. He took off his own jacket and placed it on top of hers. She heard the minor rustling and turned to her head to see who else was in the room.

"Hey." Addison smiled weakly when she saw him, and turned back around. She hated being vulnerable, especially in front of Derek. From a far, he could tell she was exhausted. He continued walking until he was directly behind her. She didn't move or speak, just waited to feel him nearby.

The one thing about Derek that truly made him stand out in her mind from other guys was his ability to sense what she was feeling, what she needed. He would never force her or make her uncomfortable, but just be what she needed him to. And now, she needed him: no words, no explanations, just him. His body with hers had an unbelievable soothing effect. She slept better with him by, possibly even operated better. He made her feel safe.

So Derek, being Derek, took Addison's hand and gently pulled her towards the single bed in the corner. Pulling his scrub shirt out of his pants, he moved himself on to the bed, his back facing the wall. Addison, without extra encouragement, took the spot next to him. They shared a pillow, and Addison stayed facing him momentarily.

"I've missed you." Addison broke the silence.

"I know." Derek responded.

"I want to spend time with you but I'm just…" Derek broke her speech by bringing a finger to her lips gently. He shook his head to her words, and Addison just nodded. As much as she was independent and strong, those times when she would give in were Derek's favorites because it let him take care of her. They were both aware of it, so Addison didn't fight.

Derek leaned in to replace his finger with his lips for a quick kiss. His hand came up to gently massage her cheek as he spoke. "I'll wake you in forty minutes." Addison simply smiled in admiration as she rolled on to her other side. Derek instantly bridged the gap between them and wrapped her in his arms. She took the hand on her waist and interlaced her fingers with it.

It took her all of two seconds to fall asleep.

On-Call Room

12:00 P.M.

Aside from his ability to sense what Addison needed, he was also great as a human alarm clock. Knowing what time he, or she, needed to be up, Derek would always awake at the perfect time. This instance was no different. After about thirty-five minutes asleep (he spent the first ten making sure Addie was okay and watching her for a bit), Derek began to stir. He awoke to a full head of melon-scented hair that he immediately recognized as Addie's. His arm was still tightly around her, keeping her close.

Looking down at her sleeping figure, it broke his heart to have to wake her. She looked incredibly peaceful and relaxed, and it killed him to ruin that. Checking his watch once more, he knew it needed to be done. Separating his hand from hers, he brought it to rest on her hip, affording him the leverage he needed to wake her in the manner he wished to.

Before he could move any further, he felt her stirring beneath him all on her own. He jumped a bit, since he was under the impression she was still out cold. While her eyes remained closed, her hand reached backwards towards her hip to take Derek's arm back to its previous position across her waist. Derek smiled when she did this: Addison had always been a big fan of cuddling. He obliged without arguing, and closed the minimal gap between them eagerly. He could hear a soft moan escape her lips in agreement, causing Derek's smile to widen. As much as he wanted to please her, his brain kept reminding him of the surgery she had to be awake and ready for in twenty minutes.

"Sweetie, I know you're comfortable, but you do need to wake up. You need to operate in twenty minutes." Derek leaned in to whisper in her hear, his warm breath causing a shock to run through Addie's body. While he was there, he lightly kissed her the corner of her mouth, causing yet another shock wave.

"I don't think so. I'm good right here." Addison opened her eyes but kept her grip on Derek's arm tight.

"That's cute, but you do need to get up relatively soon if you want to help your patient." Derek sat up first, pulling his arm away from her waist. The fact he let her signaled to him that she was listening. Addison turned so that her back was now fully against the bed. Bringing one arm behind her head, she propped herself up and looked at Derek.

"I hate that you're so logical; and a freaking human alarm clock. What's with that anyways?" Addison said, rubbing her eyes with her spare hand.

"I don't know babe. Some of us are just gifted I suppose." Derek smiled at her with faux arrogance, causing Addie to laugh softly.

"Well you always were special." Addison said with a hint of sarcasm as she lifted herself to a seating position across from Derek.

"Thanks." He responded with equal sarcasm, still smiling. Addison's face slowly turned more serious, and his followed suit. Before he could ask her what was wrong, she took his hand in hers and spoke up.

"Thank you for sleeping with me. I really needed you." Addison spoke with sincerity, and clear vulnerability.

"Addie, you never have to thank me for being there for you. I love moments like these when we can just be together, no concern for the outside world."

"I do too." She smiled at the romanticism Derek was displaying. "It's just this week has been oddly exhausting."

"Well despite your slogan of being fine, you are still in the recovery stage. It's okay not to be at one hundred percent yet."

"No, it's not." Addison responded adamantly. She hated giving less than her best in any situation.

"Addie…" Derek attempted to argue with her insane rationality.

"No, Derek. My patients need a surgeon who is on top of her game, not one dealing with her own issues." Addison spoke with frustration as she let go of Derek's hand to stand up and pace the room. She always paced when she was frustrated: it helped her relieve the tension.

"Addison, you're being ridiculous." Derek stood up to talk to her, and with his words, she immediately stopped and looked at him, anger in her eyes. Seeing this, Derek spoke again before she could. "By ridiculous, I meant beautiful." Addison still looked pissed off, so Derek chose to elaborate. "Okay, what I really meant is that on your very worst day, you're still twice the surgeon most people would ever hope to have operated on them. You're a caring, compassionate, skilled surgeon who only has her patients' best interests at heart at all times."

The anger in Addison's eyes melted as she listened to Derek, blushing at how complimentary he was being. Walking closer to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close, burying her face in his chest.

"Thank you Derek. You're very handy to have around."

"You're welcome." Derek kissed the top of her head as he wrapped his arms around her. Pulling back slightly, he used his right hand to lift her chin upwards slightly and give him better access to her lips. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against hers before planting a deep, open-mouthed kiss on her lips. He held it until he needed air, but could feel his kiss doing its job as Addison's knees trembled slightly. All she could manage was a weak "wow" as their foreheads met. Both were breathing heavy.

"I couldn't help myself. You're wearing my favorite skirt, and I have barely seen you in a week."

"No apologies necessary." Addison pulled her forehead away to look at Derek's eyes.

"I've missed you this week." She said, bringing a hand to his cheek.

"Are you on tonight, or otherwise occupied?"

"I shouldn't be, but the way this week has gone, no promises."

"My last surgery is at eight, so want to meet me at your place?" Derek said, running his hands up and down her lower back.

"No, I'll wait." She answered quickly.

"Don't do that. Go home and get some rest. I'll bring take out."

"I'd rather watch you work. Sleep has waited all week; it can wait another few hours." Derek was touched: he loved when Addison watched him operate. He felt an odd sense of power, like he impressed her. Plus, he always did his best work when she was near him, inside of the O.R. or outside.

To show his appreciation, Derek leaned in to kiss her once more, bringing a hand to the back of her head to hold her closer. Addison responded eagerly, running her fingers along the waist of his pants. As much as Derek loved what she was doing, he also knew where that would lead them if she continued.

"Save it for tonight. You need to go prep." Addison looked annoyed at him, but conceded since he was right.

"You and your rules. When did you become such a goodie two shoes?" She asked, putting on her heels and jacket.

"What do you mean? I have always been a good boy." He said, following suit with his own clothing.

"Yeah, right." Addison said with obvious sarcasm. She headed towards the door. Reaching for the handle, she felt Derek's hand graze across her backside. She jumped slightly and turned to face him. "Oh yeah, you're an angel."

"What can I say? You're hot!" Addison laughed at him as she shoved his chest slightly, leaving the room. Derek followed after her, watching her retreating figure until she was down a second hallway. With a large grin plastered across his face, he returned to work.

So now that we have enjoyed lots of happy Addek, I'm currently putting my brain to task on where to take this next, because I would very much love to continue this (Kendel did make a plea for more Addek and now I'm answering). Advice/reviews are super so throw 'em at me!