Author's Note: I'm really disappointed with this story. All the parts are written and what not so I'll keep posting them for those who are still interested. Keep the reviews coming.

Part Four:

Derek pulled into the parking lot of Seattle Grace Hospital. Why had he come here? He knew that Addison had a surgery schedule this morning. He knew chances were that Meredith would be here as well. Maybe it was an attempt to force himself to deal with situation, or maybe he was just going to work.

As Derek walked through the halls of the hospital thoughts raced through his head. What would he say to Addison? What about Meredith? He quickly put on his scrubs. Work. He needed something to occupy his mind. Something that would allow him to do what he was best at—saving lives while his own was falling apart.

He stood in front of the elevator. He was determined to move forward with his day. The steel elevator doors opened and he quickly got it. The doors closed, but then they opened again. Addison stepped inside. He knew he should have taken the stairs. The elevator ride lasted for what seemed like an eternity. He needed to talk to Addison. She, at the very least, deserved that. He shifted his eyes to the floor praying that Addison would say something to break the silence. The elevator came to a stop. Addison followed him of the elevator. He could no longer avoid her stare.

"Addison," Derek began.

"Not now," Addison snapped back.

"We need to talk," Derek said as he pulled her into an exam room, not wanting to make yet another scene. Derek was all too familiar with this particular exam room. This is where he made love to Meredith the night before.

"Derek, seriously, what is there to say? You love Meredith, and you don't love me. You want a divorce. You didn't mean to hurt me. I get it. I really do. I don't need to hear you say any of it. I've known for months, honestly, I have. I just hoped that maybe you would get over her, but I was wrong. I should have never come here. But, I mean I tried. I really did. I sat here for months and watched you be completely miserable. You never tried Derek, never. You never shifted your eyes from her. You never missed a chance to talk to her. You never tried to love me. Derek I tried so hard, I really did." Addison said as tears began to run down her face. "Damn, I promised myself I wouldn't cry."

"Addison, I'm" Derek said as he stepped towards her, trying to make some kind of attempt to console her. "No, Derek, don't. I knew you didn't love me coming into this. I knew back when we were in New York, and there's nothing I can do about it." Addison tuned to exit the room when a pair of black panties caught her eye. She turned back around, "You didn't check on a patient last night, did you?" Derek shook his head no. "That's what I thought. I signed the papers and left them on the table. I'll go get my stuff from the trailer this afternoon after my surgery," Addison said as she left the room and closed the door behind herself.

Derek stood in the exam room, alone. Why did he not feel some kind of release? Addison did all the talking. He had gotten of relatively easily. His marriage was over. He was in the position that he could love Meredith the way she deserved to love, but he didn't feel any better. Derek bent down, picked up Meredith's panties, and left the room.