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Chapter 2
He laughs at the nickname. "No one has called me that in years. Until now, I thought I was losing my touch."
"You? Lose your McDreaminess? Never."
He laughs again, and looks away for a second, then looks back, like he can't believe you're here. Honestly, you can't believe you're here either.
He's looking at you, really looking at you. The way he used to look at you before Seattle, and before Mark. You can feel yourself start to blush, and you look away.
"You look great Addie, you really do. I have a surgery, but maybe we can grab a coffee later and catch up."
You're reluctant, but as he gives you his signature smile, you can't help but give in. As you exchange goodbyes, you can't help but feel giddy. He's back in your life again, and everything feels normal.
After a quick chat with Richard, you meet with your patient. A 30-year old woman, her unborn baby treated with very severe brain damage. You plan on delivering the baby tomorrow, then trying to figure out the cause of the damage from there.
Once you leave your patient, you decide to watch Derek's surgery. It had been so long since you had watched him operate. After he had finished surgeries in New York, he had always used to look up at you and smile. You had used to think nothing of it, but once your marriage had started to fall apart, you realized just how much you missed those little smiles.
The gallery is empty when you walk in. You sit and watch Derek for what seems like forever. As you watch, you can't help but notice Meredith Grey alongside him. It still hurts to see her near him. Again, you wonder if they're together or not. It would probably kill you if they were married. Married and happy, just like you had been so many years ago.
"I figured you'd be here."
You look up to see Miranda walking towards you.
"Well, I have nothing better to do," you say with a shrug.
"They're not together, you know."
"I wasn't-really?" You can feel your heart start to swell.
"Well, they used to be, but-do you really want to hear this?"
"Yeah, I do."
"After you left, Derek waited almost a year before dating her. He was so upset over losing you. I don't think he slept. He thrived on coffee, and almost never left the hospital. But after a year, he started to date her. It only lasted a couple months, though. He just lost interest in her. I know he did." She pauses, then says, "I think he finally realized that she wasn't you."
You're speechless. You stare at Miranda for a couple of seconds, then turn back to watch Derek. And as if on cue, he looks up and grins at you. You can't help but smile back.
A couple of hours later, you're sitting in your hotel room, lazily flipping through the newspaper. Your head is still reeling from what Miranda told you. When you think about it, really think about it, you didn't just come here for the consult. A part of you came here for him. But this isn't like last time. Last time, you had stayed with Mark for months before finally jetting off to Seattle. Last time, you were fighting like hell for your marriage. And last time, you weren't divorced. Everything has changed now. You know you can't be with him. He doesn't want you. He's moved on.
As you reach for the television remote, there's a knock on the door. When you open it, you gasp. Derek's standing in front of you, a cup of coffee in each hand.
"So I was thinking that maybe we could have that coffee now," he says as he hands you a cup.
You laugh and let him in. "How did you know where I was staying?"
"I asked Bailey. She didn't have a problem telling me. Unless you don't want me to be here, then I understand. I could go."
"No! I mean, no. It's fine. I'm glad she told you," you add with a shaky laugh. But really, you could kill Miranda. You're in pajamas, with not a bit of makeup on. Maybe you could excuse yourself and put on some lip gloss.
He makes his way over to your bed, and sits down. "How are you, Addison?"
"I'm good, really good. New York's great."
"How's your family?"
"They're fine. Jane just graduated from NYU, actually."
"Really? That's great."
"Yeah." Oh God, now it's getting awkward. What do you say to him?
"How's Mark?"
You almost spit out your coffee. "Wh-What?"
"Well, I just assumed you were with him."
"No, I'm not. With him, that is. I still talk to him, though. He's getting married in the spring."
You can tell that Derek is genuinely surprised at this information. Unlike him, you didn't wait a year before going back to screwing somebody else.
"Derek, I never loved him. When I slept with him, it really was a mistake. I wasn't trying to hurt you. I know you don't believe me, but still. I just, I don't know. I missed you, and I needed someone. I was stupid."
"Yeah, you were."
"How's Meredith? Is she still an intern?" Two can play this game.
"Addie, stop. We need to stop this."
"Stop what? What are we doing?"
"This. This bickering. We both made mistakes, and we just need to move on. I-I'm not with Meredith. I don't love her. We're just friends."
You sigh. "Okay. You're right. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too. For everything."
"It's okay, Derek."
You take a sip of coffee, and sit down on the bed next to him. He doesn't flinch when you rest your head on his shoulder. Instead, he wraps his arm around your waist, bringing you closer.
"I've missed you," you murmur as you close your eyes. You're exhausted, but you don't want him to know that. You want him to stay. Forever, if possible.
"I've missed you too, Addie. You have no idea."
You sit like that for a couple of minutes, before his arm finally leaves your waist and he gets up.
"It's getting late. I should get going."
You're silent as you follow him to the door.
"Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you come over tomorrow night and I'll cook you dinner?"
"You cook now?" you ask.
"Oh yes. Not as good as you, though. I've missed your cooking."
"How can you cook in that trailer? The kitchen is the size of my bathroom."
"Hey, don't diss the trailer. I still happen to enjoy living there."
You giggle at his serious expression, and he beams back at you. "So how about it? Dinner for tomorrow night?"
"Yeah, sure. I'd like that."
He smiles once again, and kisses you on the cheek. You can't help but shiver at his touch.
"'Night, Addie."
"Goodnight, Derek."
