This is it. The moment that we have all been waiting for: the end. I know that I have been waiting for this for a while. Like, a really long time.

Seriously.

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Saturday

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Addison

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Addison leaned heavily against the table. Her patient was actually killing her.

Her patient.

She had never been given this much responsibility; complete charge over a patient. All treatment decisions, everything, was up to her.

Which is why she had been awake for 52 hours.

She yawned, belatedly covering her mouth with her hand. She sighed heavily and forced her eyes open, reaching for the coffee. She sipped cautiously then gulped, hoping that the scalding liquid would wake her up.

Wearily she made her way back to her patient's room.

A nurse was standing by the bed, gently taking the patients pulse, and then turning to switch off the monitors.

"What are you…" Addison bolted to the bedside and frantically searching for a pulse.

"She coded," the nurse said gently.

"Then call the code team!" Addison exclaimed, already moving to move the bed into it's vertical position.

"She signed a DNR."

Addison glanced up, "She what?"

The nurse walked to the end of the bed and flipped open the chart to the first page. Clipped to the front page, signed by the patient, dated 5 days ago, witnessed and approved by Richard Webber, was the Do Not Resuscitate order.

Addison swallowed hard. Methodically she noted the time of death and closed the chart placing it on the foot of the bed.

Chief Webber was standing at the nurses' station when she emerged from the room. He took in her appearance and started towards her.

Addison took one look at him and turned in the opposite direction

"Addison."

She paused and turned towards him; her eyes downcast and her arms crossed tightly around her ribs. She refused to look up at him.

"You did everything right."

"You knew she was going to die when you assigned me to her," Addison accused.

Richard didn't reply immediately, "You're a talented Doctor Addison. But you…"

Addison looked away.

"Go home Addison," he said gently. "Get some sleep."

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Addison lowered herself to the ground and curled her legs under herself. She rested her forearm on the cot and walked the fingers of her other hand up and down Derek's wrist.

"Is shift starting?" he asked groggily.

"No," she assured him, "Not for another few hours."

He smiled, eyes still closed and still half asleep, "So you're just done? I get you back?"

"Yeah," she smiled, "You get me back."

"Good," he yawned, "Webber was," he yawned again, "hogging you."

Addison smiled and moved onto the cot beside him. It was hardly worth driving all the way home to sleep when she would just have to be back before dawn. Besides, all she wanted in the world was passed out in the cramped, humid, over crowded on-call room. Derek barely moved to let her lay down. He was asleep again,

"Derek?"

"Hrmm?"

"Wake up."

"Mmm."

"I want to talk to you."

Derek opened his eye, "You look exhausted," he told her, brushing a hand over her cheek. He moved over more to give her room, and promptly drifted back to sleep.

"Derek?" she whispered again.

"Mmm?"

"I love you."

He was still a moment, than smiled slowly, "Thanks."

She smiled back, "You're welcome." She sighed lightly and closed her eyes.

"If you didn't say it by the end of the week I was taking my 'I love you' back," he teased her, burrowing deeper in to his pillow.

She smiled contentedly and did the same, "You wouldn't take back loving me."

"No," he agreed, "Never."

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Derek

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"He was a good man," Derek stared out the hotel room window at the rain. It seemed always raining in Seattle, but only rarely did the weather match his mood. Today it did. It was raining, but it was bright and if you looked closely you could see sun peeking behind the clouds. He couldn't tear himself away from that window.

"It worked."

He turned and smiled at her. He had been wondering when she would bring that up, "I know."

She smiled sheepishly and started playing with the tie on her robe, "You knew huh?"

"When you asked me out to dinner, the first time," Derek reminded her, "I knew the second that you walked into the restaurant."

Addison nodded, remembering, "I was going to tell you, but I completely chickened out. Decided to go for plan B instead."

"Seducing me?" He teased.

She shrugged, blushing slightly, "I was hoping you though I was just trying the old fashioned way."

"I wasn't complaining," He grinned at her, "I like the old fashioned way."

"Anyway," she smiled, "Thanks…"

"5th tines the charm right," He crossed the room and kissed her softly on the forehead, "Besides you did all the hard work. My part was easy."

She rolled her eyes and nodded in agreement, "I'm having twins."

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It was still raining. It had stopped for a moment as they had driven to the church, but now standing in the cemetery it started again. He felt Addison move slightly closer to him under the cover of the umbrella. He switched the umbrella to his other hand and dropped his free hand to his side, bumping against hers gently to let her know that it was there if she needed it.

He immediately felt her palm press against his, her fingers smoothly finding their way between his own and her other hand wrapping around the two that were joined. He sensed her leaning towards him, and he turned his head to look at her.

"If one is a boy," she murmured, "We should name him Richard."

Derek smiled and turned his attention back to the burial. His heart beat a bit faster as he replayed what she had just said. We.

They were a 'we' again.

He turned and took in her profile. It was softer now. She was softer. It's how he had known that the fertility treatments had worked, that his days of making monthly trips to her specialist to 'do his part' were over.

She was content.

She glanced at him quickly and gave his hand a firm squeeze.

"Richard would have liked to have seen us together like this," he whispered softly.

He watched she close her eyes for a moment, then return her attention back to the service. She didn't respond.

He didn't release her hand until they reached his car at the conclusion to the service. He opened his door and paused, "Addison?"

She looked up, her own door half open.

"What would you think of going down to City Hall, finding a Justice of the Peace, and getting married?"

She stared at him over the roof of the car, "Derek don't be ridiculous," she opened the door the rest of the way and started to slide in, "The Justice of the Peace doesn't work on Saturday."