-1Hey guys! Thanks for all the feedback, I really appreciate it. Anyway, here's chapter 14. I think I may be ending this fic at 15 chapters so…we're almost done!

Chapter 14

It was about 6:00 a.m. when Meredith was sent to check on Addison. Though she protested, Bailey didn't give her much of a choice in the matter. The intern planned on making sure that her superior was still breathing, and then getting out of there. However, her plans changed as soon as she opened the door to see her 'patient' and her shirtless McDreamy all snuggled up.

"Woah!" She didn't mean to shout. It was more of an impulse reaction. "Um, okay…sorry." She turned around, her back facing the couple "Addison, are you alive? That's all I need to know."

"Meredith!" Derek practically jumped out of the bed, trying to get his shirt on.

"I'm alive..." Addison felt just as awkward as Meredith at this point.

"Okay then. Goodbye."

"I'm sorry…" Derek began. Although Meredith claimed that she wanted him and Addison to be together, he knew that seeing them so close was tearing her apart.

"Don't." She stopped him. "This is what I wanted."

"Meredith…" he didn't actually know what to say to her, and hoped that she would interrupt him.

"Just tell me it's over. I need to hear it from you." she paused, "Please."

Derek waited a few moments before looking Meredith deep in the eye. "It's over." he spoke softly.

"Okay, good." She whirled around, leaving the room.

Addison could see that her husband was upset. "You can still be her friend. I never said-"

"I don't want her getting the wrong idea. She needs to know that its over. I chose you." He ran a few fingers through his hair, trying to make himself look decent. "I'll see you at home." He smiled, though it was obvious that he was a bit upset over Meredith.

"Okay." she responded, "Derek.."

"Yep…" He turned around.

"Thank you."

Within a few hours, Addison was out of bed and ready to leave Seattle Grace. She hadn't felt so energetic in a while, but still was not back at her full potential.

"Shame I couldn't keep you here longer. You're one of the easiest patients I've dealt with all year." Bailey appeared in the doorway.

Addison smiled, "Oh yes, I'm sure it was a pleasure." She added sarcastically.

"Well, you were kinda whiney." she teased, "But you slept okay last night?"

"Oh yeah."

Bailey rolled her eyes. "Nasty." she mumbled.

"I heard that."

Bailey shrugged, making her way out of the room. "Take care of yourself, Addison."

"I will." she smiled, "Miranda…thank you."

"I'll see you in a few days."

Addison finished packing up the last of her things, and was actually on her way out of the hospital when she noticed Meredith walking toward the closest elevator. The redhead caught up with the intern, though it was obvious that Meredith was trying to avoid her. Addison managed to get onto the elevator, just as the door was closing.

"I'm sorry." Addison pushed the 'stop' button.

"Why? You're his wife." It was clear that Meredith was disappointed.

"I know. It's not that. I'm just sorry that you had to fall in love with him." The intern didn't respond. "You can still visit…you can take your morning walks…I want you two to be friends."

"I don't need your pity."

"And you won't get it. You're young, you've got plenty of time to find yourself another 'McDreamy' with no strings attached." Addison pushed a few buttons, causing the elevator to start back up. "I'm just sorry that Derek and I both hurt you."

"Thank you." Meredith spoke softly, grateful that she could get out of the elevator soon.

"Hey Mer." Izzie greeted her friend.

"Shutup." Meredith briskly walked away.

Izzie rolled her eyes, getting into the elevator. "Seriously…"

"She can't go on hating me forever."

"Oh, Dr. Shepherd. Hi." The blonde hadn't even noticed her.

"Can she?"

"Meredith? Oh, of course she can. She's bitter, its part of her charm."

Addison shrugged, "And you?"

"I never hated you." she paused, "Strongly disliked at one point…"

"But you're past that?" Addison interrupted.

"Yeah."

Addison nodded, pleased that the 'satan' stamp was slowly being washed off her forehead. "Surgery went well yesterday, Stevens?" she changed the subject.

"Very well."

"Good."