So here is a new chapter for all of those that haven't given up on me. It feels like years since I updated this thing. You will all be happy to know that I cooked a truely awesome turkey. Orgasmic even. Really, my turkey makes people to crazy thiings. By the time I am 25 I plan to be able to render a man completely incapable of independant thought using only an apple pie (which I also made last weekend, and it was loved by everyone except my daughter who did not like the idea of the crust, especially when there was ice cream nearby)
And I rather enjoyed tonights episode.Three words. MARK.CALLIE.SEX. That was amazing. The only thing that would make that better is if Derek and Addison hooked up. It could happen, notice it never showed what they were upto tonight. Picture this: Messy hotel room, messy bed, tangled legs. Is it Mark and Callie? Morning after fun. Is it George and Izzie spending some of her redicuous amount of money (which I think she will donate to build something with Denny's name on it, just a thought, I would quit school and move to Boca with Sawyer from Lost, but that is just me). No, it's Derek and Addison working out some built up frustrations from having their lives going completely wrong.
It could happen.
And I called the appendix thing.
I so called it.
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"You need to break up with Derek."
Meredith continued filling out her chart, "No."
"Meredith I wouldn't be saying this if I didn't 100 percent believe that this was for the best."
"I am not breaking up with him."
"Meredith, Addison..." Izzie paused, "I just think that Derek and Addison, maybe they do..."
"Maybe they do belong together?" Meredith interrupted, "Thanks for your support Iz. But I am not backing down this time. Derek and I were amazing together. Everyone thought so. When Addison showed up no one thought for a moment that he would pick her over me. We were great together."
"But he did pick her..." Izzie murmured quietly.
"Did he really though? We stayed friends. We went for walks, we hung out all the time and Addison never knew. He would sneak away to see me cause he cares about me. We had lunch together, we talked about things. We just got closer and closer while they drifted further and further apart. Their marriage was a mess, and now it is over."
Izzie just stared at her friend, "He loves her."
"He loves me. He told her he fell in love with me."
"Meredith..." Izzie sighed, "I just know that... I want what they have. When you are around them, I hated it on principal but, you just know that they love each other. And maybe they weren't like that when they were married, or maybe we just didn't see it because we only saw them at work, but they are like that now. They just... fit."
"Then I guess I'll just have to fight for him."
Izzie groaned as Meredith sauntered away, "Why won't you just trust me?" She demanded, "Do you really think that I am saying this because I am having a slow day and want to cause trouble? Your my friend. Just believe me when I say, you deserve so much more then what Derek can give you. You will never be happy with him as long as Addison is in his life, and she isn't going anywhere. When it comes down to it, he'll aways choose her."
"I can make him forget all about her."
"No you can't!"
"I did before."
"Did you? Or was he just trying to make it through the day without her." Izzie paused, "You can be so much happier with someone else. I mean, Finn. You were really happy with Finn. You'll find someone else."
Meredith shook her head, "I don't want someone else. I want Derek."
Izzie resisted the urge to throw everything in her pockets at Meredith's retreating figure. Instead she settled for aggressively tapping her foot and biting her nail.
"Surprise!"
"What are you doing here!" Izzie grinned and threw herself into Mark's open arms, "I thought that you had to go to New York for the rest of the week."
"I do, but I'll leave tomorrow, I had nothing pressing scheduled for today, besides" He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I miss you when I'm gone."
Izzie wrapped her arms around him and squeezed as hard as she could, "I'm glad your here."
"Apparently," Mark waited patiently for her to loosen her grip, "What happened, I saw you this morning and you were gorgeous and happy and calm, now your gorgeous and slightly unstable."
Izzie hit him gently and lowered her voice, "There was this thing with Addison, and then I had a fight with Meredith. I switched sides."
"Switched sides?" Mark smirked, "I'm assuming not in a good way?"
Izzie raised her hand, "Team Addison."
"Team Addison? I guessing as opposed to Team Meredith for the heart of 'McDreamy'. I see. So there are teams?"
"There are practically t-shirts."
"That wouldn't create a hostile work environment," Mark quiped sarcastically.
"Exactly," Izzie sighed, "But I told Meredith that she should just dump Derek and let him be with Addison and now she's mad."
"Why did you say that?" He narrowed his eyes, "Have you been talking to Kimber?"
"No. I decided this all on my own. Addison's..." she paused, "I just changed my mind okay. Derek and Addison are pretty great together when you ignore all the fighting, bitching and name calling, so, whatever, I want them to work it out."
Mark stared at her, "Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?"
"Shut up."
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"Kimber!" Derek jogged down the hall, "Where is she?"
Kimber uncurled herself from the gurney and started towards him, "Hey there stranger," she kissed him chastely on the lips, "I really appreciate all your efforts to stay in touch once you moved to Seattle without saying good bye."
"Where is Addison?"
Kimber stood there patiently.
Derek groaned, " Kimber I am sorry. I will call you everyday when you go back to New York and on Fridays I will send you a musical telegram. Happy? Where is she."
Kimber smiled and took his hand, leading him around the corner, "She's asleep. And it took me forever to get her that way so leave her alone."
Derek stared at his ex-wife stretched out on the gurney.
Kimber resumed her spot on the gurney on the opposite side of the hallway and observed them. She would bet the profits of her next show that Addison had picked out Derek's outfit. Derek was incapable of finding a tweed that looked good on him, or matching it with a shirt.
Derek slipped out of his jacket and balled it under his arm. He reached down and brushed some hair away from her face. He gently touched the tip of her nose a few times, smiling as she batted his hand away.
"You don't have the wake up," he whispered, "Just move over so that I can sit down."
Addison obediently moved over, turned on her side as she did so, curling ever so slightly around Derek's body. She wasn't even awake enough to recognize his presence.
Derek continued to brush her hair away from her face.
"Don't wake her up," Kimber warned again, "It took me the better part of an hour to get her to calm down enough to take something and go to sleep."
Derek's head jerked up, "You gave her something? Are you insane?"
Kimber tilted her head to the side and gave Derek a look, "Do you really think I would give Addison something that had possible negative sideefftects? Do you think that Addison would take anything that could harm... ." Kimber shook her head slowly as if talking to a small child, "And even if she would, I gave her the sugar pills from an old pack of birth control. She just needed permission to sleep."
Derek nodded and continued to run his fingers through her hair, "She was in Seattle 2 days before I noticed this scar," he ran his finger over a small scar at her hair line, "I thought I did it."
"You did do it."
Derek shook his head, "I thought that I had grabbed her to hard. I thought that I had scratched her when I grabbed her to kiss her during some stupid fight or... I was telling her to leave town, I was calling her Satan, and at the same time reminding myself to be more gentle with her."
"She told me about that conversation. That was when she decided to lighten up on my Manhattan Vixen angle."
Derek smirked, "I figured that was you."
"You think that Addison would come up with Hell-Bitch in Heat on her own? Of course that was me. My clothes too."
Derek smiled, "Do you remember the first time I saw her."
"Of course I remember. I was naked. Worst one-night stand ever, it turned into an epic saga that I can't get out of."
"She just looked..."
"Do you know what it feels like to have your one night stand march back into your room and demand to know who the girl asleep on the couch is? And then insist that you introduce him to her."
"It was worth it."
"For you. My ego is still bruised."
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Derek groaned as his pager went off, "Richard has figured out I'm not in San Fransisco anymore," he sighed. He took one last long look at Addison before draping his jacket over her. He kissed his fingertips and pressed them lightly to her cheek, "Love you," he whispered before leaving to answer his page.
Kimber continued to sit there silently, "I know your awake," she said finally.
Addison slowly opened her eyes, "You slept with my husband."
Kimber smiled, "He wasn't your husband when I slept with him."
Addison smiled half heartedly and sat up, Derek's jacket falling to her side. She sighed, "I'm going home."
"Your not going to wait for him to get back?"
Addison shook her head and pulled on Derek's jacket, "I want to go home."
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"ADDISON! ADDISON!"
Izzie bolted straight up.
"What the..." Mark murmured, slowly sitting up.
The sounds of doors rattling filled the house.
"ADDISON!" came the voice again.
"What is he doing here? What the hell happened at the hospital today?" Mark yawned, and groped for the clock, "It's 4 am."
Izzie slipped out of bed and padded into the hall.
"Don't worry about it," Kimber said, breezing by. She had pens stuck in the messy bun on the top of her head, she was wearing dark rimmed glasses and had the headset to her cellphone dangling from her ear. She obviously hadn't bothered to go to bed yet, "I'll take care of the children, you go back to bed."
Kimber sauntered down the stairs and pulled open the front door. She fixed Derek with a look and waited for him to explain himself.
"I need to talk to her."
"Now?"
"Yes."
Kimber stood aside and allowed Derek to enter the house, "Kitchen."
Derek obediently made his way to the kitchen, his face falling when he saw that Addison wasn't there.
"You have to go through me first," Kimber indicated that he should take a seat, and started to make tea, "What did you get her?"
Derek sighed and reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He held it tightly in his hand for a moment before pushing it towards Kimber.
She picked up the box and flipped it open. Her face didn't change as she took in the large emerald cut diamond ring, "You spoil her."
Derek smiled smugly.
"She'll say no."
"No she won't."
"She will."
Derek shook his head.
"You always do this," Kimber set the empty teacups down roughly on the table, "You feel bad, or you mess up, or she gets upset or something and you buy her something expensive, most people would simply apologize. You give her materialistic side way to much credit. So she likes designer shoes and pretty shinny things, mostly, she just likes you."
"I want her to be happy."
"You make her happy. She lived in a trailer for christ sakes."
Derek leaned his elbows heavily on the table, "I don't know how else to fix things."
Kimber brought the tea over, and sat across from him, "What do you want?"
"I wamt..." Derek trailed off, "Can you imagine Addison pregnant. With that glow? God. And watching her pick out baby clothes, and decorating a nursery and trying to knit those little tiny bootie things. Can't you picture that? Addy rocking a baby to sleep, bathing it, playing with it, singing to it completely off key just to hear it laugh."
"What if she's not?"
"What do you mean?" The thought of Addison not pregnant had not entered his mind. He had spent the greater part of the plane ride home composing the speech he would give Mark when telling him that they needed his room as a nursery so to hit the road.
"She says she doesn't feel pregnant. What will you do with that ring then?"
"How would she know?" Derek smirked, "She's never been..."
Kimber raised an eyebrow and took a sip of her tea, "9 years ago. You had just finished up with that little boy that had, I dunno a second spine or something. But she knew that there was a chance that maybe it wasn't yours. A slim chance, but still a chance. She wanted it to be yours so badly."
"But it wasn't," Derek questioned hoarsely.
Kimber shrugged, "I don't know. She went and talked to the head nurse in the maternity wing, and the next timeI asked she just said she was giving God a chance to reconsider. She never mentioned it again." Kimber paused and took another sip of her tea, "But I am sure that she didn't have an..."
"She didn't," Derek said quietly, "If God had decided that she was meant to have that baby, we would have figured it out, she knew that. She just... we talked once, in medical school when she was studying reproduction and pregnancy and different options and..." Derek smiled slightly, "She just trusted that our baby would be too smart to jump ship."
Kimber raised her eyebrow at Derek's reaction. Figures he would understand exactly what she had done. She didn't even know exactly, and she was her best friend.
Derek continued to smiled, "God I love her."
"So tell her."
Derek just smiled and picked up his teacup.
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It amazed him how she could seem so small.
He set the ring box on the night stand and walked over to where she was standing, staring out at the water.
"I missed you," he murmured.
Addison turned to look at him. She was unnaturally pale, had dark circles under her eyes and her face was slightly puffy from resent crying.
"I really, really, missed you," he whispered again, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently rubbing her back. It amazed him how she could seem so small when he held her like that. When she was upset. After a moment she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his chest, "We'll figure it out. Okay love. We'll figure it out."
Addison pulled away and nodded.
Derek rested a hand on either side of her face, kissing her forehead went she wouldn't take her eyes off his chest.
"I'm glad your back," she said finally, looking him in the eye.
"Me too," He smiled, dipping his head to kiss her, "Me too."
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It seems that nothing ever goes my way
Since you broke my heart when you left that day
There's nowhere to go so just stay with me
Cuz since you've been gone, I've been beggin' you please
To tell me you're not alright
And you needed to come home
(Since you've been gone)
To tell me you're not okay
And you needed me all along
Since you've been gone
I need to hear from you
Since you've been gone
It seems that every time you swear to God that you're leaving
I'm down on my knees beggin' you to stay
There's nowhere to go so just stay with me
Cuz since you've been gone, I've been beggin' you please
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Addison woke up to the sun glaring in her eyes. She winced and sat up. She glanced briefly at Derek, still asleep beside her, then reached over and grabbed his blue shirt from the end of the bed. She was just about to slip in on when she saw it.
There was a jewelers box on her night stand.
She looked back at Derek. Confident that he was asleep, she slowly eased open the box and stared. She looked at Derek one more time before closing the box and replacing it on the table.
She edged out of bed and shrugged into the shirt. She crept into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. She's looked worse. She sighed as she pulled her hair into a messy off centered ponytail and hastily grabbed a pair of underwear from the dresser in her closet. Eyeing Derek one last time she slipped out of the bedroom, picking up his tweed jacket on the way.
Kimber raised her eyebrow as Addison walked into the kitchen wearing the shirt Derek had worn the night before.
Addison sat carefully on the stool at the counter and played with the buttons on the jacket.
"Kim," she said finally, "I think I just made a huge mistake."
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Well... they are back in the same city at least.
But Meredith... Meredith is going after Derek, and Addison is not emotionally stable enough to put up a defense.
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