A/N- Here is another installment of my story. Don't worry it is not going to be an easy going story there will be ups and downs. Hope you enjoy!

-Addison's ICU room-

It had been 24 hours and there was still no change in Addison's condition. Chris Taylor sat in Addi's room charting vigorously. Normally he would have done this somewhere else, but Derek asked him to sit with her until he got back from his trailer. He had gone home to get some close and toiletries. Chris looked up at her bruised and scraped face. When they had first met he had had a major crush on her. He chuckled thinking about the good old days. As he continued charting a young woman walked in not seeing him there. Silently tears began to trickle down her face. "Were you a friend of hers?"

The girl jumped and turned to face him. "What?"

"Are you her friend?" he asked again.

Meredith laughed. "No, absolutely not. I'm the one who slept with her husband."

"Oh you must be Meredith. Addison told me about you."

"I bet she did."

Chris walked over to stand beside Meredith. "Actually she didn't blame you. She wasn't overly fond of you, but she didn't hate you." Chris looked over at her face. She looked like she really needed someone to talk to. "Hey you want to get a cup of coffee, maybe take a walk?"

She smiled a small smile. "Yeah, I'd like that."

-Coffee Stand-

Once Derek got back Chris left to meet Meredith. He paid the man for their coffee, and handed Meredith her cup. "Thank you Dr. Taylor."

"Call me Chris."

"Okay, Chris." Meredith slowly sipped her coffee. "So, what is she like?"

Chris turned and looked at her confused. "Who?"

"Addison. Derek never talked about her."

Chris sighed; where did he start? "Well she was born in Kentucky to a wealthy family. Her dad raised, sold, and raced horses. One of his horses won the Kentucky Derby several times." He walked and thought about what else to tell her. "She got a scholarship to Harvard Med. and went right out of high school. We all met in college."

"Let me guess, Derek and Addison fell madly in love at first sight." She looked over at Chris as he began to laugh out loud.

"Actually no. You see Derek was a big science geek and Addison was a sorority girl all the way. We all had Biology 1 together and our teacher, Mr. Maxwell, knew they hated each other, so he made them lab partners." Chris laughed thinking about old times. "Well they eventually fell in love, got married, then moved to New York where they interned. They were like the perfect couple, always together holding hands, kissing, etc. Then when Ilana died it all fell apart. They both retreated to their work, and a year later, well you know the rest."

Meredith did know the rest, and she understood all of their past except for one detail. "Who was Ilana?"

"You mean Derek never told you about her?" She shook her head. "Well, that makes sense. If you didn't know about Addison, then you couldn't know about Ilana. Here I have a picture of her." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He handed her a picture. In the photo was a young Addison and Derek holding a small little girl. "That's Ilana Rose Sheppard. She was a beautiful little girl. She had curly brown hair and Emerald green eyes." Meredith smiled and handed the picture back to him. "She was born with a heart defect. We all knew she wouldn't live long, but she brought more happiness to our lives then we ever imagined. I was her god-father." He said proudly. "That picture was taken on her 1st birthday. She died about a week and a half later. It tore Addison and Derek to pieces."

There was a small park bench that looked appeasing, so they sat down. "I never knew all that, and I never would have guessed."

Chris nodded. "Not many people know. They don't even talk about it with each other."

As they sat and drank coffee Meredith began to have a little respect for the couple, and a weird feeling for the man sitting next to her.

-Addison's ICU Room-

It's late at night and just about everyone has gone home. I'm staying with her tonight, Iowe it to her. She would do it for me. As I look at her face all I can see is how she looked the day Ilana was born. She was the happiest I had ever seen her. I still have the photo of her asleep with Ilana in her arms. I keep it locked away in my bottom dresser drawer. I begin to think about Meredith and how much I hurt her. She didn't deserve to be treated that way, in fact no one does. I began to realize that Addi had been right; we were both in the wrong. My eyes slowly shut and I give into the long needed rest.

-4 hours later-

I jump as I realize that I had fallen asleep. I look over and Addison is still not awake. To keep myself away I scoot my chair closer to her bed. As I sit and watch her chest rise and fall I notice her hand begins to twitch. "Addison, Addison can you hear me?" Her eyes flutter slowly. Then they begin to crack open. "That's it, come on wake up." I say encouragingly. She opens her eyes and stares up at me. She moves her mouth trying to talk, but no sound comes out. I quickly grab some ice chips and feed them to her.

"Where am I?" she asks hoarsely.

"You're at Seattle Grace. You were hit by a car. Do you remember?" As she begins to remember her eyes widen in shock. I gently take her hand in mine. "Everything is going to be okay."

"My...my side, everything hurts." She leans back and closes her eyes in pain.

"Yeah, you have a broken leg, pelvis, and 2 ribs, a lacerated liver and some stitches here and there."

"Wow! I am tougher than I thought." I laugh lightly at her attempt to lighten the mood. She looks down at our entwined hands and slowly pulls away. "You should get back to Meredith."

"Addison I'm here with you, because I love you. What you did still hurts, but we can work through it."

She slowly nods and shuts her eyes. "I'm so tired." she mutters.

"Get some sleep Addi."

She grabs my hand as I turn around. "Will you...lie beside me? I know it sounds stupid, but..."

Before she can finish I am right beside her. I gently lay my arm around her. "Goodnight Addi."

"Goodnight Derek." she whispers.

As I hold her in my arms I feel a great weight lift off my heart. I had truly forgiven her and now I felt like the old me holding my wife. Everything felt right for once in a very long time.

A/N- Well you know what to do, read and review! Thanks!