TRULY SORRY I DIDN'T POST LAST SUNDAY!1 I've been a little busy. but now i'm back and will try to respect the time lines.

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The night was cold and windy, not to mention rainy too. The furious rain hit against the window of their new cozy apartment as the couple layed in bed holding each other. Derek played with her hair while she ran circles on his naked chest. It had been a long day after work but they were now both showered, fed and sleepy. It was strange they weren't sleeping already, but cuddling felt so good and so comforting after all the death that they had to deal with today after a multi car accident.

They were doctors, surgeons. They dealt with death and accidents like this one all the time, except today it was different somehow. Today it felt sad and sort of depressing.

Addison brought her lips to his bare shoulder and kissed it softly, getting closer to him and snuggling her head on the curve of his shoulder and neck, inhaling his scent. He smiled a little at that, because she always did it and he thought it was cute. "You know…you could say you're sick and not go." Addison said, causing him to turn his head to the side to be able to look at his gorgeous wife.

"Nonsense, I'm going." He giggled and tucked a strand of red hair out of her perfect face. Derek didn't want to leave her alone, specially now that it was not only her but also their child.

"Agh, fine." she rolled her eyes at him.

Addison brought a hand to the curve of his jaw, "So...You'll go, you'll have fun with the neuro nerds, you'll come back, we'll have a night full of passion, we'll spend a weekend off together having fun and then when monday comes you'll tell me how the conference was." She smiled warmly at him and kissed his lips softly. "Understood, Doctor Shepherd?" She asked cockyly after breaking the kiss.

He nodded, "Understood, Doctor Shepherd." Derek couldn't help but feel the guilt starting to built up.

"Good." She smiled again and pecked his lips before getting comfortable in bed.

He bit his bottom lip, "I think you'll have to clarify it, honey." His seductive voice spoke. Derek felt her feet stop cuddling against his and watched how slowly her hand traveled from his bare chest to the side of his abdomen.

"You think so?" She asked seductively and parted his legs with her own, climbing on top of him slowly. He, of course enjoyed the view as she moved slowly to be on top, her mischievous grin starting to get him even more turned on.

He nodded slowly, bringing his hands under her pajama top, caressing her bare back. She shivered a little as the touch sent chills down her spine and brought her hips closer to his, feeling him growing hard quickly. She kissed him fully on the lips and let her tongue slide in between his lips, he groaned at the contact and kissed her back just as passionately.

Next thing she knew, he had flipped them over, taking control, attacking her sensitive skin with his lips, touching and squeezing her porcelain skin, finding the spots that made her weak. She stopped him by bringing his face up with both hands and kissed his lips softly, after this she took her pajama top off and slided her pajama bottoms off, while Derek was still on top of her, trying not to drool over her as he watched her slowly get naked for him and for him only.

Derek looked at her stunned and decided to get naked himself, Addison helped him out, because she couldn't wait to touch him again and she was starting to grow impatient.

Both in bare skin, started the kissing again, her thighs parted, and her hand traveled down to his growing member as they kept on massaging each other's tongues. He had to stop to kiss her since her touch felt amazing, he moaned out in pleasure.

"Like that, huh?" Her panting-seductive voice said as she watched his features change when she fastened the pace.

Both his hands gripped around her, begging for mercy, one of them on her breast and the other one on her shoulder. "Addison…" He let out.

She slowed the pace and then stopped, satisfied with herself. He kissed her deeply and brought his hands down as well, testing the waters he slid a finger in between her legs and felt her jump a little at the sudden touch. Since she was clearly wet he decided to pleasure her in a much better way. He slid slowly inside of her, both groaning at the sensation.

Their night ended up as hot and sweaty as possible, considering they had arrived home exhausted, now they were extra exhausted.

The next morning Addison took him to the airport and kissed him goodbye more than twice, there was a lot of hugging and good lucks.

…..

Derek arrived at his hotel room about seven hours after Addison left him at that airport and he had to deal with a kid kicking him on the back the whole plane ride. He had told Addison he was flying in business class but it was a lie, there were already reserved when he bought the ticket, but at least his hotel room was a good one, with the beautiful view of the Central Park.

He hated that he had to lie to his wife and also involved Richard in the mix. It was for a good cause at least, and even if this city brought horrible memories to his mind like that night he found his wife cheating on him, it also brought amazing memories to his mind, like when he proposed to Addison, or when he first took her out on a date and walked through those trashy New York streets holding hands with his actual wife.

Derek smiled at the memories, but then it faded away when his phone buzzed and checked what it was. It was a text from Addison "Hopefully the flight was alright, baby and I miss you already! Keep me updated on the neuro nerds! Love, A."

His smile reappeared, loving how the word 'baby' was incorporated in that sentence. After replying to her with an "Everything was fine. Missing you guys too, Love you," he went to bed, in the need of a nap. He had a meeting in two more hours so he was going to use his time on sleeping before it was time.

…..

"So, where's that husband of yours."

"None of your business." She barked at him.

"Mama bear is sassy today, I like it." He said, smiling at her.

She rolled her eyes, "You disgust me." The redhead said and started walking away from the coffee machine, maybe it wasn't a good idea to get some decaf right now, specially with Mark following suit. "Could you stop chasing me?" She snapped, turning around to face him.

"Talk to me, Addison."

"I swear I'm going to fill a restraining order on you, Mark." She said, both hands on her hips, feeling the anger rising. "Just because Derek isn't here, it doesn't give you the right to chase me around like you're haunting me or something like that."

He chuckled, "So he is gone."

"None of your business!" She exclaimed and started to walk away again.

"He left you already?!" He yelled as she kept walking down the corridor, disappearing as she walked through a curve.

…...

Later that same evening Addison received a page from her less favorite person at the moment. Even if her soul ached knowing they used to be good friends, having the alive reminder that she cheated on her husband was not a pleasant picture. She figured she was being paged to be teased, so she decided to ignore it and just sat there in the cafeteria sipping her decaf. She had just finished a c-section and needed to take a little rest before coming back to work. Her feet were killing her.

A couple minutes later she received another page from Sloan and one from Preston Burke as well. This time she tossed her coffee on a garbage can and decided to make her way towards the exam room she was being called at. She got there and found chaos.

"There she is!" Mark shouted as the nurses were around the patient on the bed, checking vitals. "I thought I had paged you!"

"You did, but I thought you were just messing around." She said, walking in and grabbing the chart from the end of the bed.

"A 911 page for just messing around, for real?" Mark scoffed.

Miranda Bailey rolled her eyes, "Okay, children! Order in the court! Addison, she just got to the ER, sixteen weeks pregnant, her name is Lily Sanders, she's twenty years old. We suspect she's having a miscarriage, has cramps and her boyfriend says she fainted and started bleeding…"

"I got it, thank you Miranda." Addison nodded and walked towards the patient.

Her mind was now focused on the petite woman lying on the exam table, who had her eyes shut in pain, but her mind also wondered why on earth Mark Sloan was inside this room.

Addison examined the twenty year old woman and as Miranda had suspected, she was having a miscarriage. It tore her heart to see Lily this sad and furious as she had to push for her diseased baby to get out of her womb. That was the sad part of her job: having to witness these kind of episodes.

...

Another rainy night in Seattle, another night which she felt exhausted and felt like taking a thirty hour nap. Addison arrived at her apartment after quite a day and was greeted by a happy Doc. She smiled at the creature that barked and jumped around, trying to catch her attention.

Addison took off her heels and sat down on the floor, allowing Doc a better access to lick her face and be caressed by her gifted surgeon hands.

"You missed me, huh?" She chuckled as the beast kept on licking her face. For a woman who had been raised in Connecticut and had learned manners and fancy ways of behaving: she was the opposite when no around those people. She was free and goofy and wanted to play with animals that would lick her face non-stop.

The phone started ringing and as much as she was loving the affection, she stood up slowly and went to answer the call. "Hey!" Her husband voice replied as soon as the call was answered.

"Hi!" She replied, her smile widening. "I missed you today, how's Boston?"

"Boston's… Boston is great! I missed you too. How are you? How's our little fella?"

Addison had to chuckle at that, "Our 'little fella' is doing just fine. Not as much vomiting as I expected, and I was able to drink my decaf in peace. So we're good." She said, obviously avoiding her chat with their former best friend.

Derek smiled, "It's good to hear your voice."

She blushed a little at that statement and moved to the couch in the living room, getting comfortable, "You too." Addison replied softly, "How are the neuro nerds doing?"

"Oh. Um… they- They're great. Haven't seen most of them, since I've barely left my hotel room… ha… um, but I'll probably see more of them tomorrow."

"Do you think Lara Baker might be there?" Addison laughed.

"I… maybe? I don't know. I don't think so." He sounded unsure and a little weird.

"Well if she is there, don't allow her to flirt. Repeat remarcable times that you have a lovely wife waiting for you at the other end of the country, understood?" She teased.

"Understood."

"Good."

"I… I've got to go. But I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye."

"Bye!" She said, hanging up first.

…

Derek left his phone on his pocket and turned around to meet the nurse's eyes, "The CT scan results you asked for." Alice, the nurse, handed them to him.

He smiled friendly at her and accepted them, immediately opening the file and examining the scans. Derek had to let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "No wonder chemo didn't help that much. Thanks… uh, Alice, right?"

"Correct." The nurse nodded and smiled sympathetically, obviously charmed by McDreamy.

"Tell Doctor Smith I'll be there in a minute."

…

Derek approached Doctor Lilah Smith, who was standing in front of their patient's room, watching her sleep.

"I think I can try." Derek said, announcing his presence.

Smith looked at him, "You've been here a day, checked a couple of results and already know what to do? Wow, I'm surprised you don't have a Harper Avery yet." The woman scoffed and folded her arms over her chest.

"She means a lot to me, I'd do whatever possible if that would give her at least a couple more months of time."

"Or not even a day." Smith had to remark. "It's risky. It's messy. She's old, fragile."

"Old she is, fragile? Never." Derek had to smile a little, watching her sleep peacefully, "She's everything but fragile. Annoying? Stubborn? Exigent? Totally. But fragile? Nah." He had to shook his head. "I think we can start tomorrow morning."

"If by morning you mean afternoon, that's fine by me. You must be jetlag." Lilah had to chuckle, now turning to watch the yee bags under his eyes.

He rolled his eyes, "Well yeah, the afternoon. Whatever. I think we can start tomorrow."

"Why do you care so much? I mean, what did she do that you care so much?"

Derek smiled softly, "She's been there for us. Me and my wife. Mostly my wife. If it wasn't for her, I don't think I would have ever married her. She might be an annoying old woman, but she's a lovable person, talented surgeon. Compassionate. Once you get to know her properly, you will never want to stop knowing her."

"Sounds like she was your mistress."

Derek winced at that comment, but chuckled lightly, knowing Meredith had nothing to do with this, "That's not funny."

"It is to me." Lilah chuckled and turned around, leaving him alone, staring at Vivian.

….

The next day started as he didn't want it to start. Apparently Vivian had a seizure and he wasn't in by that time, thank God nurses and Doctor Smith could stop it before it got worse. As Derek entered her hospital bedroom, she looked up with a cocky grin.

"I scared you, didn't I?" Vivian said.

He rolled his eyes playfully at her and walked towards her, "Not funny."

"Shep, we need to talk."

"Don't do this." He begged, taking a sit at the edge of her bed, careful not to squeeze her in any possible way.

Vivian smiled friendly at him, "Derek, the surgery might or not might work today. And I know I made you fly to the other end of the country and obligated Richard to let you and I even bribed chief Samuels for him to let you in here, but it's time to be realistic. I'm dying."

"Vivian, I know. I don't need to hear it from you, I know. I just… I want to help you."

"I know you do, but we have to have this conversation." She smiled at him, as much as she could, "If I die on the table, I want you to give Addie something."

"Viv…"

"Let me finish!" The old woman requested, "Inside my purse there's an envelope and a plastic bag with a bracelet inside. My bracelet. If I die today or tomorrow or soon… I want you to give those things to Addison. I know she'll be crushed when you tell her, and she'll hate you and scream at you. I know her. But she loves you, always had, always will… she'll forgive you and hopefully she'll forgive me too."

He nodded in understanding, a sad expression on his face, "What's inside the envelope?"

"Just a letter I wrote for her. Mainly explaining why you were obligated to lie to her." Vivian chuckled lightly, "But I also thank her for the best times of my life, when I went to your wedding, when she did her first solo surgery, the first time she corrected me in the OR… memorable times that made me grow as a person. And congratulations on the baby, as well."

"You know that?"

"Richard mentioned it, you know he's a gossiper."

Both laughed at that, "You two will be incredible parents."

He blinked away some tears, "Thanks Vivian."

"Take care of her. Promise me you'll take care of her."

"I will."

"Good. When you tell her don't give the things to her, give her some time and then give them to her. Plus, you've got to go visit me at the cemetery! Or I'll ghost you."

Derek chuckled and nodded, "We will. But you won't die."

"Derek, dear. Either way, I won't survive that long. If brain cancer doesn't kill me, skin cancer will. Now come over here, let me hug you."

Derek's heart broke after realizing that his help wouldn't be that helpful, and it also broke because he knew Addison wasn't going to take the news alright. He stood up from the bed and walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her, careful not to break her.

"Honey, I'm not a porcelain figure, you can squeeze." She giggled and patted his back twice.

He did as told and squeezed her a little, his eyes shut. Vivian had been such an important part of their lives and Addison wasn't going to get to say goodbye, but he wanted to respect Vivian's wishes, so he wasn't going to call her randomly and ask her to fly over there.

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four days later…

She groaned out loud, running a hand through her hair, "For God's sakes! No, no, no, no! Richard, I'm being realistic, he's being childish, can't you see?!" The redhead pointed at Mark who was sitting on the chair next to her at the Chief's office.

"Chill, red." The plastic surgeon said.

"Doctor Addison Shepherd to you, Doctor Sloan." She rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest.

Richard sighed out loud and watched both surgeons in front of him for a second, "I'm not saying this because Addison is my favorite…" He now looked at Mark only, "...but she's right. You can't do that to a pregnant woman in her thirties, who has second degree burns and is thirty four weeks pregnant. That's not acceptable at all."

"Thank you, Richard." She sighed with relief and smiled sweetly at her former mentor.

Mark rolled his eyes, "The woman is dying, she hates her aspect, she's been begging dear God for her skin to stop aching…"

"Exactly Mark, she's dying. Right now she might be worried about her aspect but there's also her own health and a baby's health on the line. You can't just simply schedule surgery without my permission!"

"She's my patient!" Mark exclaimed at the woman sitting next to him.

Addison scoffed, "She became my patient first." She said firmly, looking at him with a little annoyance on her expression.

"I was just trying to help." Mark shrugged.

The redhead rolled her eyes at him and then came to a realization: she had surgeries and things besides this stubborn-Mark-drama. Addison removed her long sleeve from her wrist to take a look at her watch, "I'm sorry Richard, I have a c-section scheduled in twenty minutes so, I'll leave you two alone." She stood up and nodded at Richard as a goodbye.

"Bye Addie, see you later rockstar!" The chief said with a short giggle.

"Rockstar?!" Mark scoffed and shook his head.

Addison didn't pay attention and exited Richard's office with the best face she could put on. As soon as she was some feet away she sighed heavily, letting the whole 'I'm okay' facade fade away from her features. She rested her back against a wall and ran a hand through her face, feeling defeated, exhausted, tired, nauseas.

Suddenly his face was again on her view and she had to scoff at his mischievous grin, "You went to dadda because a boy bothered you in the playground? Really red?" He had to let out a sarcastic laugh, just to make her feel even more absurd, "You're not so victorious now, right? I mean, your husband is what? At Boston? The man who was the father of the baby you aborted is now here, trying to do his job and you're miserable…"

"Your point?" She folded her arms over her chest.

"My point is that you might need a friend."

"Oh and you're considering yourself a good friend now?" She scoffs and can't help but chuckle at that.

"Whatever." He started walking away from her and she couldn't help but even think about it: Would they ever be friends again? The golden friends, the three musketeers, the perfect pair and the extra, the fishermen and the redhead… would they be like that again?

After that little question she wondered for about five minutes, still standing in the middle of the hospital corridor, watching people walk by, she decided to go get ready for her next surgery, determined to bring a baby to the world and keep mother and child healthy.

When she cut open that woman and let her child lay on her chest, her emotions were a little blurred. Since med school it has always been Derek, Mark and her, but now things were different. She slept with Mark and almost ended her marriage, she lost a child and hid the truth to the father of it, and now she's looking down at that mother, her husband and newborn, and all she can think about is that she will experience that picture someday.

Even if it hurts, she would like Mark to be there. Not in the delivery room but near, that day after labor, after their child is born… she wishes her child will be able to meet uncle Mark and sometimes see him join them for diner and bring their kid candy in 'secret'. She had to chuckle at that and kept on working her hands on the woman on the table, closing her up and muttering a congratulations to her husband when he looked up to meet her gaze and smile as a thank you.

She went home alone, expecting Derek to call anytime now. As she laid down on their brand new couch inside their box-filled apartment, she gave in and took a deep breath. It had been an overwhelming day and all her muscles tensed up as she let herself finally relax. The phone started ringing and she had to move all the way to the other end to the couch where her purse was, with some effort she took the phone out of her purse and replied to the call, "Hey." Her smile grew a little as she heard him on the other end of the phone.

"You're awake!" He sounded glad to hear her voice and that made her even more happy, but he didn't sound so excited or energetical.

"I am. I just got home." She said in a tired voice, but still there was a hint of joy after hearing his cheerful voice.

"This late?" He asked, his voice still not so energetical.

"It was a long day."

"How's baby doing?"

She chuckled, "Baby is fine, stubborn. I couldn't go anywhere near anything that smelled like coffee today."

"Aw… I miss you and the morning sickness." He joked, making her giggle.

"Well, you're at the airport already, right?"

"Yeah. My flight is in exactly… forty seven minutes." He sighed, looking down at the envelope he was holding on his hand.

"I can't wait to see you." Addison said, taking off her pointed heels as she kept the phone to her ear.

"Don't wait for me, you need to rest." Derek lectured her, still not sounding like himself.

"Who said I was going to wait for you?"

He had to laugh a little, "Your libido after a week with no sex said so."

She scoffed harshly, "I can practice celibacy, Derek. It's not like I'm horny or anything."

He rolled his eyes but his smile remained, "I can't wait to see you."

Addison took a warm shower, put on some pajamas and got inside bed before she expected she would. The excitement of knowing that her husband was on his way here was causing her heart to go faster, but one way or another her eyes went shut.

He arrived at five am that morning and took a cab to their cozy apartment. Derek didn't want to wake her up by making any sound that could bother her, so when he opened the door to their apartment, he was determined to change into his pajamas slowly and quietly and then have some sleep in bed next to her, thinking that sleep would help him to regain some strength to tell her the news. But his plans were completely crushed, because as he stepped in, paws were hear and Doc barked and ran around happy to see him.

Derek's smile couldn't be helped as he knelt down and caressed Doc with both his hands, "Hey Doc!" He said with enthusiasm, trying his best not to be too loud, "Shhh, quiet." He ordered as the happy canine let out another bark.

Suddenly his eyes were caught by her, he looked up and there she was, on the door frame to their bedroom, looking at him with a bright smile. "Hey." He said softly, standing up and walking towards her.

Addison took a few steps as well and embraced her husband tightly, "Ah, I missed you." She said, closing her eyes, letting herself feel calm by his scent and his warmth.

"I missed you too. Sorry I woke you up." He said, still squeezing her on his arms, their embrace making him better.

She chuckled softly, "You didn't, Doc did."

He had missed her and all he wanted was to hold her and never let go. It had been a whole week of sad moments and depressing nights.

They both climbed in bed after Derek was on an old t-shirt and boxers, not feeling the urge to put on real pajamas. He pulled her closer to him to have his chest resting against her back, cuddling her into a spoon position, tangling legs and everything.

Suddenly Addison turned around in his arms and faced him, "How was the conference?"

"I thought you wanted to sleep." He said, trying his best to push the theme, not wanting to keep lying to her face.

"I have the whole weekend for that," She smiled, " how was it?"

Derek smiled a little at her precious eyes and replied; "I rather sleep, it was a long flight." He said, running a hand through his wife's red hair.

"Alright. Are you okay, honey?" She asked, caressing his cheek with her thumb. Addison could notice there was something else than just exhaustion on his face, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Derek nodded slowly, "Yeah, I'm just tired. Aren't you tired?" He reached to kiss the top of her head and rest a hand against her flat stomach, where their baby was developing.

Addison didn't reply just got closer to her husband and let him wrap his arms tightly around her, allowing her to feel like she was in a cocoon. Their legs tangled as they both drifted to sleep, Addison feeling relieved to have him back and Derek, guilty growing but also exhaustion.

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yes, i did THAT. i'm sorry!1 i fell in love with the vivian carlsmith storyline when i saw it on PP and decided that maybe incorporating that here would be a good idea.

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