This story is named after a Beatles song, and I will try to keep the song theme going as much as possible. I'm sure there will be some improvising. The Globes were so depressing for me. I was hypervenitaling, I kid you not, when they were announcing the nominees for 'Best Drama' and to have Lost win was heart shattering. Oh, well there's always SAG's. Oh, Thanks to Beauty in the Breakdown21 and usuckirock27, I love you guys. Thanks for putting in your imput here and there!

On with the story.

Tears and Rain

" Today, We say goodbye to the wonderful friend, husband, father, son, and brother who touched us all with his kindness and compassion.With his eagerness to learn and to share what he knew. The man who had loved life so much. He was dedicated to his job. He adored his staff and his patients were always treated to his upmost ability. But at the end of the day, the most important titles that he carried would always be husband and father. He loved his wife and daughter more than anything else" his aging mentor, Richard Webber, anounced.

It was raining in Seattle. It always rained in Seattle, but today the rain meant more, specfically it meant more to the surgical staff of Seattle Grace. Today the rain symbolized those in mourning of the dear Derek Shepherd. The kind, helpful, McDreamy Chief of Surgery who was the rock of Seattle Grace Hospitial. Residents, attendings, and interns a like watched his casket. Most of them couldn't believe that this had happened, especially his family. How could he have left them so soon? How could he have left his daughter this soon? She was three. Addison and her sister, Christine, walked up to his casket and placed two roses on it.

" I love you and I'll miss you," Addison whispered just loud enough for him to hear as multiple tears shreaked down her face. " I know you tried for her. For us. I know."

Derek's mother, Helen, was next. " Watch over them. Like I know you will."

" Bye, Uncle Derek. You were always my favorite," said Derek's oldest niece, Molly with her mother, Derek's oldest sister Laurie, right behind her. The rest of his sisters followed them. Each with their own secret message to their brother.

" I never really let you go." The intern that had saved him from drowning five years ago thought to herself. George and Izzie were on either side of her. They each placed a single rose on the caket. As the trio turned away, Meredith pivoted and said aloud, " Goodbye Derek."

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At the Shepherd house, Addison, Helen, Laurie, Karen, Amanda, and Diane were surrounded by a sea of hugs, tears, and apologies.

Izzie, whose puffy eyes and red nose declared to the world that she'd been crying, gave Addison a huge hug, " I'm so sorry." Addison started to cry with her. " I am so sorry, Addison," Izzie said letting go, " Anytime you need me. For anything. Kennedy. Groceries."

" I know," Addison said nodding. " Thank you,"

" Dr. Shepherd," George said crying. Addison smiled at the confident surgeon who was before her, remembering the gawish intern that he once was, " My deepset condolences."

" Thanks," She said crying. He strenched his arm and touched her arm. George walked on allowing Meredith to fill his spot.

" Addison, my sympathies." she said. There was a moment of awkward silence before Meredith began to walk away.

" Meredith, thank you," Addison said. Meredith returned to the spot in front of her colleague.

" If you ever need to talk or anything, don't heistate to call,"

" Thank you. That offer means more than you could imagine," A single tear fell down her face.

Meredith began to cry, " He was a great man." Addison nodded silently as she watched his ex-mistress walk away.

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After the guests had left, Addison retreated to her bedroom with Christine.

" Why, Chris?" Addison asked her older sister while sitting on her bed, smelling one of Derek's t-shirt. It smelled of scotch, and cologne. " Why him? Why now? Why?" Christine hopped into bed with her sister and gave her a big hug.

" I don't know Bug," She said. Honestly, she was wondering the same thing herself. Why?

" It should've been me," she said beginning to cry.

" Add," She said.

"No, don't Add me. It should've. He was so good with her. I was supposed to go first. I just don't know how to do this with out him," She said crying harder and harder with every word.

" Mommy?" Kennedy said coming into the room. " Mommy, are you ok?"

Addison began to wipe the away the tears, " Yeah. I'm fine. Come on, I'll tuck you back in." She said getting out of bed, and grabbing the little girl's hand. They walked across the hall.

" Mommy?" Kennedy asked as she hoped into bed, " Is Daddy in heaven? Cause Essa said Daddy was in heaven." Essa was Jessa, Addison's 13 year old niece, who had watched Kennedy for the day.

" Yes, Daddy's in heaven." Addison said sitting on the bed.

" Can I see him?" She asked curiously.

" No. But you can talk to him. And even though he's not going to answer you, he can still hear you and he still loves you."

" Am I still his angel?"

Addison smiled, " Of course, except now he's your angel too. He's your gardian angel and he's always going to be watching over you."

" Ok. Oh and Mommy?"

" Yeah, babe."

" Do I get one of Daddy's t-shirt's too?"

" Of course," Addison said with a smile.

" Can I sleep with it?"

" Yeah. I'll go get you one." Addison said leaving the room to retrive an old flannel t-shirt of Derek's. " There you go,"

" Thank you Mommy,"

" You're welcome. Good night Kennedy, I love you,"

" I love you too." Addison walked back into her bedroom and sunk into the bed.

" You know, you're way better with her than you give yourself credit for." Christine said, leaving the room. " Good night, sis."

" Night," Addison turned on her side and fell asleep with the smell of Derek forever imprinted in her.

For those of you who've read my Gilmore stuff, you should know that I don't plan to cut this off like I did Lost. I love Grey's too much to just end it like that. And I know, I've got to stop killing people off. It's just not nice, but it's one of my favorite things to write. Which I'm sure will lead you all to believe I need therapy or a neuro consult. Maybe a scruffy guy, who lives in a trailor and likes to fish and give his redhaired wife odd nicknames. Can you oblige? REVIEW, PLEASE!