This has been sitting on my desktop for forever waiting to be posted. I couldn't think of an authors note.
Plus I'm depressed my VooDoo seems to be to strong cause I think I killed a bunch of my reviewers (hint hint)
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Wednesday
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DEREK
"Nancy!" Derek knocked loudly on the door to her bedroom.
It was the Shepherds annual Open House/4th of July Celebration, because as his mother said, with so many kids with so many things to celebrate it was best to get it all over with at once. And she was right. In the last year, Derek had graduated from his undergraduate degree and was taking a summer semester to get ahead for his first year of med school. Dianne had gotten married and had a baby, Jenny was starting high school, Nancy was leaving on an exchange program and Kathleen was already being recruited to soccer teams and being offered scholarships.
"Hold on a minute," Nancy shouted back. A moment later she opened the door slightly flushed, "What?"
"Mom has rules about this sort of thing."
Nancy narrowed her eyes, "What do you want?"
"Have you seen Addison?" Derek had seen Nancy hounding Addison to helping keep her various boyfriends from finding out about each other.
Nancy smirked, "You mean that girl you don't like and aren't dating?"
"I'm not dating her," Derek protested awkwardly, "I just wanted to talk to her."
"Just talk?"
"Yes," he replied through clenched teeth.
"Who did you take to dinner last weekend?"
"Not her."
"The week before that?" Nancy pestered, rightly guessing that he was lying.
"Not her, Nancy."
The siblings stood in a standoff for a moment.
"Fine," Nancy relented, "She said she was leaving around midnight so that she could get back to the city at a decent time. So if you can't find her it's cause she's gone," Nancy stuck out her tongue at her brother and started to close the door, "Oh," her demeanor changed and she smiled sweetly, "Derek, can you go keep Jeremy occupied for a little while longer?"
3 hours later Derek finally trudged up the stairs and stumbled through the door to his room,
and froze.
"You had question 2 completely wrong so I left you a few notes to help you out." Addison smiled and slid from the chair at his desk, "Nice. Room."
Derek glanced around. He couldn't help but grin, "What are you doing here?"
Addison shrugged and leaned against his desk and crossed her arms, "Well," she began, "We went out twice and you barely kissed me good night either time, and tonight I wasn't even sure you knew I was here. So since I am not the type of girl to go out of my way for a guy..."
"Climbing in my window was not going out of your way?" he was enjoying the bantering, and he was enjoying the fact that she had snuck into his room.
"I was in the neighborhood," she shot back, a slow smile spreading across her face.
Derek grinned. Crossing his arms he stared at his shoes for a moment.
"I don't like people that waste my time and ignore me, Shepherd."
Derek shrugged and grinned, "I wasn't ignoring you, I was just feeling you out."
Addison moved a bit closer, smiling seductively "Now there is the problem. I wanted you to feel me up."
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"I really will," Addison promised, stretching across the bed.
"I like you like this," He reluctantly tore himself away from her. Not because he wanted to, but because she was asking him to. And he really liked being able to make her happy.
"But I'm cold like this," she smiled.
"I'll keep you warm," he teased, advancing towards the bed.
"No!" she protested, burying her face against the mattress for a moment, "I need a break!"
He laughed, returning to his closet to look for something to wear, "Here," he tossed her an ancient sweatshirt that had the name of his old college and the word 'frosh' on it, "There is no possible way that you can look better in this then you do naked."
"I said just as good, not better," she corrected. She eyed the sweatpants and t-shirt that he was pulling on. "This is all I get?"
"You are lucky you got that much."
Addison pulled the sweatshirt over her head and shook her hair out. Standing on her knees in the middle of the bed, she struck a pose, "How do I look?"
"Sexy."
"I know,"
He laid back down on the bed, unable to tear his eyes away as she crossed her legs indian style and sat facing him.
She gave the tiny twin bed an affectionate pat, "This bed seen much action? Other then me of course. Poor thing will never be the same."
"You're sure of yourself," He ran his hand aimlessly up and down her thigh, "And not since high school."
"What was her name?" Addison asked, leaning forward to see if she liked his hair pushed back off his face better.
"Kim," He batted her hand away.
She wrinkled her nose, "I don't like her."
Derek laughed, "Why?"
"Because she goes by Kim when her real name is probably Kimberly." She leaned over him and fished around over the side of the bed until she found a bottle of hand lotion in her purse.
He watched her pour some on her hand and then reach for his.
"Your hands are rough," she explained, with a sassy look on her face, "I don't want rough hands touching me."
"So, no one calls you Addy?" He teased, making a mental not that he needed to steal some of his sister's hand lotion.
"No one that wants to stay in my good graces.," She smiled sweetly, "Or who want me to have sex with them ever again."
"Addison is it..."
"Mmm hmmm," she murmured leaning down to kiss him. She slowly maneuvered herself until she was laying on her stomach, and kicked her legs up in the air. Her fingers went back to experimenting with his hair, "So tell me more about 'Kim'. Did she get ugly after high school?"
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They talked all night.
"I should go," Addison sighed, "I'm pretty sure that everyone in your family is now awake."
Derek stifled a yawn, and put his concentration into winning their game of 'thumb war'. He could honestly say that no other night he had spent with a girl had ended with games he had played with Mark to decide who got the last cookie. They had exhausted 'Paper, Scissors, Rock' a few hours ago. And she had taught him a clapping game, that involved someone named 'Stella', that he vaguely remembered Jenny and Kathleen playing in the car during a really long trip. It was his favorite night of his life so far, "Where did you park?"
She cuddled closer to his chest. They were leaning against the wall and he had pulled her legs across his lap so she was sitting sideways, and she had tucked her cold feet under his knees, since he refused to give her more clothes.
"Behind the elementary school."
"I'll walk you," he offered.
"Okay."
They continued their game for a few more minutes. Derek's arm tightening slightly around her waist as he nuzzled his cheek gently against the top of her head.
"You're not moving."
"Neither are you."
"I don't want to,"
"I don't want you to either."
"Derek! Breakfast is re..." Nancy burst through the door and stopped short, "So you found her." She grinned smugly, "You know Mom has rules about this kind of thing."
Derek simply shrugged passively and loosened his hold on Addison when she squirmed to move away.
"MOM!" Nancy yelled over her shoulder, eyeing her brother, "Your definition of 'not dating' someone is freakishly close to Mark's."
Derek simply watched her, ignoring Addison's nervous glances in his direction. He suddenly didn't care that everyone would find out about Addison. It was nice, just being the two of them for a few weeks, but now he wanted to brag about her.
Nancy rolled her eyes, "DEREK SAYS HE ISN'T HUNGRY," she glared at him, wishing he would get just a little mad at her for almost telling their mother on him, "This is only because you covered for me."
Derek shrugged again, "Tell Mom I'll be down in 5 minutes," he glanced at Addison perched on the edge of the bed. He didn't want her to leave. Ever. "Ask her to set an extra place."
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ADDISON
If her eyes were open she would be staring at the ceiling. But her eyes were closed and she was tracing the paths of blood vessels across her eyelids.
She heard the door open and his foot steps cross the floor. She knew it was him. She recognized the walk.
She made a conscious decision to pretend to be asleep. They were doing okay. They both apologized. But she just didn't feel like like talking to him. It was to much effort.
"Hey," he said said in a low voice. She felt him pinch her big toe between two of his fingers and give her foot a light shake
She smiled and opened her eyes. He was having one of his moments.
"I was sleeping."
Derek shook his head and crossed the room to stand in front of a small mirror and sink, "You never sleep on your back," he smiled at her threw the mirror, "You can't lie to me."
Addison watched him play with his hair, "I bought in your tux," she told him, "It's hanging in my locker."
He nodded, more interested then she thought he would be. He opened the bag and nodded at her choice of cufflinks and tie, "What are you wearing?"
Addison inhaled uncertainly, she didn't expect him to care, "I bought my black dress, and the red one," she rolled over on to her stomach in order to hide her surprise, "I think I'll wear the black."
Addison clutched at her pillow and closed her eyes. Immediately she started drifting off to sleep. Images of the dog filled her mind. Chewing her shoes. Her scolding him. Him crawling onto the bed and keeping her feet warm. She felt the mattress shift and assumed that it was Doc climbing up to cuddle with her.
But that couldn't be right. Doc was dead.
When she opened her eyes it was Derek, sitting on the edge of her bed staring at the far wall. Normally she would tell him to lie down with her and take a nap. But she didn't know who would be climbing into bed with her. Dr Jeckyll or Mr. Hyde. McDreamy or Derek. She was just waiting for the day when McDreamy took over for good.
"What?"
He glanced over his shoulder at her and smiled. Not a McDreamy smile, a Derek smile. "Nothing. Go back to sleep."
"Lay down," she invited him, "We've shared smaller beds then this."
Derek looked at her a moment and she moved further away from the edge of the cot, still laying on her stomach.
They didn't touch. Addison hogged the pillow. Derek stared at the ceiling.
She studied his profile until he turned and looked at her, "What are you looking for?" he asked, trying to keep his tone light.
"My husband."
His eyes drifted back to the ceiling, "Do you see him?"
She watched his adams apple bob up and down, "Sometimes."
He shook his head slightly and looked over at her, "I'm sorry."
She was pretty sure that he meant it. She smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist and rested her chin against his shoulder. She kissed him, "Do you still see me?"
He looked her in the eye for a moment, "More then I'd like too," he admitted, "You never change."
She felt that this response was a lot more cryptic then it sounded. But she didn't want to think about it right now. His arm covered hers over his waist and his other arm slipped under her, across her chest to wrap around her ribs.
It was easier just to go to sleep.
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She woke up to his pager.
"Don't wake up," he murmured slipping out from under her arm and sitting on the edge of the bed to slip his shoes back on.
"To late," she hugged the pillow tightly against her face, then rolled over onto her back and sat up. Sitting cross legged she watched him lace up his sneakers. She didn't want him to leave.
"I'll find you later," he smiled at her. Not a McDreamy smile, a Derek smile, "We'll dance," he promised, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
"Wait!" she said quickly, halting his departure from the cot. She wanted a little more time with her husband.
He glanced at her curiously, still smiling.
So she kissed him. Not a quick kiss. The kind of kiss that would make onlookers feel awkward, yet jealous. The kind of kiss you give someone that you don't expect to see for a long time.
"Wear your hair back," she said softly, pushing his hair off his face, "I like it like that."
He nodded, and walked towards the door. He paused and looked back at her "Wear the red dress."
She agreed shyly.
"I'll see you at the prom."
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So I've come to a decision about the next chapter. It's not going to be from Derek or Addison's perspective. I don't think. I haven't completely decided. It's going to be a really different chapter. It's about Meredith, and I think it's going to be told by someone named Germaine. For no reason other then that's what I feel like doing.
How do we feel about that?
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And... Go!!