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It was the third time in a week that this had happened. Hating to be left alone, Doc had started pulling the stuffing out of all his toys if Derek and Addison left him alone. This time they had been gone 20 minutes to get milk and shampoo.

Derek grabbed the garbage can and walked around the trailer picking up scattered bits of cotton.

Addison picked up the sewing kit she had bought and gathered up toys.

Derek returned with a new bag of cotton batting and the few demolished toys that he had found in the bedroom.

Doc sat in front of the table and watched them reassemble his toys. He had torn the garbage bags apart the last time they tried to throw one out.

"How was your day?" Addison asked jokingly, she said it every time they sat down at the table.

"Fine," he replied with a smile, "How was yours?"

"Great, I had lunch with a gorgeous neurologist," she said, raising her eyebrow and grinning.

"Really? I anyone I know?"

"Don't think so," she grinned slyly, "He offered to whisk me away on his yacht."

Derek smiled, "When do you leave?"

Addison tied a knot in her thread, "I had to tell him that I couldn't go," she said sadly, "That unfortunately, I'm married."

"How did he take it?"

"He offered to throw in some diamonds and an island in the Caribbean."

Derek shook his head and feigned disappointment, "And all I can offer you is an airstream in the middle of nowhere and my ex's dog that is bent on destroying every nice thing that we own."

"I know," Addison smiled, "How could I give this all up."

Doc barked and Addison threw him the toy she had just finished fixing.

"Do you realize," Addison said thoughtfully as she reached for another toy, "That since we got the dog we laugh more. And we just joked about me committing adultery, the trailer and Meredith."

"Do you realize that since we got the dog we haven't..." Derek glanced towards the bedroom and then back down at his stuffed football.

"Okay Derek, we had sex yesterday," she reminded him, rolling her eyes at his lack of memory retention.

"Oh no." Derek shook his head, "That doesn't count. That bathroom is not big enough to properly... it doesn't count."

"Well that bathroom," Addison pointed out, "Is the only room in the trailer that has a door."

"So..."

"So..." Addison blushed slightly, "I don't... he could... the dog..."

"Your worried that the dog would see us?"

"Yes!"

"He's a dog!" Derek laughed.

"I know but," Addison blushed again, "Shut up."

"So... what?"

"I don't know. I thought I'd leave that up to you."

"Why me? Your the one with the problem."

"But your the one that wants to live in an airstream," she teased throwing a stuffed pork chop at his head.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Addison stood up from the table and picked up there pagers.

"Yours or mine?" Derek asked.

"Mine," Addison picked up her coat, "I'll be back as soon as I can. You two be good," she added kissing Derek on the cheek and patting Doc on the head as she left.

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Addison was exhausted. She wanted nothing more then to crawl into bed. She was already half asleep by the time she left the bathroom and headed for bed.

"Doc," she sighed. The dog was completely taking up her side of the bed, and she wasn't completely sure that at one point his head hadn't been on her pillow. "Please move."

Derek and Doc continued to sleep soundly.

"Ugh," she groaned attempting to pick him up. For a small dog he was surprisingly heavy. And a surprisingly sound sleeper.

"Fine," she said giving up, "But don't think this means you have won. Tomorrow night you are sleeping in your own bed." Addison grabbed her pillow, which she hoped was free of dog drool, and the blanket off the end of the bed, and headed for the couch.

"What are you doing?" Derek asked.

Addison finished turning the couch into a bed and tossed her pillow onto one end. "Doc stole my spot and I was to tired to argue," she yawned laying down and pulling the blanket up over her.

Derek stared at her for a minute, then glanced back at the bed.

"What are you doing?" Addison murmured, already half asleep.

Derek crawled into bed beside her, "I've just gotten used to having you around," he whispered moving closer so that they could share the pillow and the blanket.

"Do you think that it is slightly ridiculous that the dog has the entire bed and we are sleeping on the pullout couch?" she yawned.

"Yes," Derek mumbled almost asleep again.

"Hmmm." Addison sighed.

"Addy?" Derek whispered, a bit more awake, "How tired are you?"

"Exhausted."

"Cause you can't see the couch from the bedroom."

Addison was silent for a moment, before she rolled over to face him, "I suddenly feel very refreshed," she grinned.

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I don't know how much more I can get out of this story. In my opinion Doc is kinda like a healer of broken hearts. Meredith got him to help her, but once she realized that she had her friends (mainly George) she was able to give him up. So he went to the Shepherd's who's relationship was in serious need of some TLC, and now they are getting closer. I dunno what else to do. I seriously have maybe one more chapter in me.