So I just realized I never wrote a disclaimer. Mostly cause I don't have to, I own Grey's Anatomy. It was a birthday present.

Second thing, Addison's bedroom. Now. I know that it has been like 3 and a half years since I updated, and I highly doubt that any of you remember this, BUT Addison bedroom is not actually pink. It's a warm beige, and in certain lights it may look pink. There is a difference.

Thirdly. I am sorry the update was so long in coming. I've been working and then I went away for the long weekend... and then I was lazy.

Enjoy the chapter.

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"Morning."

Addison looked up from her coffee and sighed for the first time that day, "What?"

"I brought you a muffin"

"I don't want a muffin."

"Take the muffin."

"I don't want the muffin."

"Take the muffin."

"Did you sign the papers?"

"Take the muffin."

"If I take the muffin will you go away?"

Derek shrugged, "Only one way to find out."

Addison took the muffin and looked at him expectantly.

"Eat the muffin."

"You didn't say I had to eat it."

"Eat the muffin."

"You didn't say.."

"Eat the muffin."

"Derek!"

"Did you have breakfast?"

Addison's jaw dropped slightly, but she didn't reply.

"Eat your muffin."

Addison pointedly broke off a piece and glared at him as she put it in her mouth. "Happy?" she asked.

Derek smiled, leaned forward and gently kissed her cheek, "Have a good day," he said in a low voice.

Addison stared dumbfounded as he walked away.

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Izzie rested her chin in her hand as she concentrated on her game of solitaire.

"You could get killed for doing that."

Izzie glanced up, then around at the nurses station which she had just rearranged. She shrugged. "No one stopped me. And I have been here for almost an hour without anyone even walking by."

Alex sat down on the counter, purposely messing up all the pencils and pens she had just arranged by type, and ink colour and lined up at perfect 90 degree angles to the edge of the desk, "Sulking around at home get boring or did you just miss me that much?"

"Is that your socailly awkward way of asking me how I am?"

"No."

"'Cause I'm fine." Izzie asserted

"I know."

"Good."

"Fine."

"Okay."

"That still doesn't tell me why you are here. Which brings me back to, you missed me."

"I did not."

"Then why are you here?"

"There was a plane crash." Izzie informed him, "20 minutes from here. Less then 48 hours ago."

Alex looked amused, "I may have heard something about that."

"Shut up."

Alex leaned forward, "You miss it. You came by because you were hoping to over hear the details of some great surgery or come across some horridly repulsing injury."

"No."

Alex leered, "I don't believe you."

Izzie glared, "Well even if I was, which I am not, nothing is going on here anyway."

"I see."

Izzie silently went back to her game of solitaire, ignoring Alex as he watched her. "Ok fine," she gave in, "Why is there nothing going on."

Alex grinned, "The chief at Mercy West had the idea to put together an amazing team of specialists and base it at his hospital. most of our patients got transferred over there,"

Izzie's eyes got wide, "Webber must have flipped."

Alex nodded, "So not to be out done he sent an abundance off nurses over. Which is why no one cares that you have pulled a Martha Stewart on the filing system."

"It's suppose to be arranged by colour. Just because you are too..."

"Steven's," Addison approached the counter briskly, "Go down to the nursery, tell Evelyn to put you to work."

Izzie stared blankly at her, "I don't work here."

Addison glanced up at her, "I know that," she replied evenly, "But Richard sent all my nurses to Mercy West and all my volunteers are incompetent. Go down and volunteer so that the nurses I do have can do their jobs instead of supervising half-witted morons. Is that a problem?"

Izzie shook her head and suppressed a grin, "No."

"Good," Addison looked back to her chart.

Izzie grinned at Addison then at Alex, then immediately tried to hide it, attempting to act nonchalant, "Ya I guess I could help you out for today."

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Meredith walked placidly through the halls. For once she was enjoying the serenity of the hospital. The only was to describe her mood was to say, she was mellow.

"Meredith!"

Meredith turned to see Izzie approaching at a jog.

"Hey," she greeted her roommate, "What are you doing here."

Izzie grinned, "I came to see you, seems the hospital and the veterinary clinic are the only place you can be found lately."

Meredith just shrugged and smiled, "So I like spending time with my sexy boyfriend, I could be doing allot worse."

Izzie raised an eyebrow in agreement, "So I have to get down to the nursery."

"The nursery?"

Izzie shrugged and grinned again. "Yeah."

Meredith stared at her curiously as she turned the corner.

"Ufgh," she exclaimed as she ran into something very solid, "Sorry," she muttered, pulling away from the arms that were holding her steady.

"Anything for my partner in crime."

Meredith groaned, "Do you have like a radar or something?"

"I am not here to cause trouble," Mark insisted, stepping to the side so he was not as visible, "I volunteered to work on Mercy West's team. But there is a patient over here that can't be moved. I had to come over."

"So your not..."

"I am trying my best to stay out of the Shepherds way. She made it clear she wants to be with him. If I have it my way they will never know that I am in town and..."

"Wait," Meredith interrupted, "You don't know?"

"Know what?"

"She left him. Weeks ago. She's filed for divorce."

Mark cocked an eyebrow, "And I suppose that you had nothing to do with that?"

"I have a boyfriend. He's a vet."

"That's not what I asked."

"I am leaving now," Meredith glared at him and turned away.

"Wait," Mark grabbed Meredith's arm, "Do you know where they are?"

Meredith took a step away from him and shook her head, "I haven't seen Derek all day. And I don't know where Addison is now."

"It looked like she was heading to the third floor," Izzie cut in.

Meredith glared at her.

"What?"

Mark interjected with frustration, "Now could one of you tell me how to the 5th floor, and not run into her or stumble into the neuro department

Both girls stared at him,

Mark shrugged, "Now's not the time."

Meredith looked to Izzie, "You take care of him."

"Me!" Izzie exclaimed, "I am working with Addison."

"No," Meredith clarified, "You are volunteering for Addison. Your not on a schedule or anything and you know where she is, you can't keep an eye on her and keep him out of the way."

"But..."

"I have to work!"

"Ladies, I hate to interrupt this very flattering fight, but if you could point me in the right direction..."

Meredith glanced pointedly at Izzie.

"Fine." Izzie exclaimed, "But you owe me."

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Addison tapped her fingers against her chart impatiently. She was lacking in the patience department today. She would like nothing more then to have everyone in the world leave her alone. Just 24 hours of peace.

Unfortunately, like most days lately, people where gossiping about her. And not subtly, the gossiping was more or less to her face.

For instance, she had heard the nurses in front of her say 'Shepherd' or 'Montgomery-Shepherd' at least a dozen times, and she was clearly within earshot.

Suddenly Addison's head shot up, "Sloan?" she snapped, "Did you say Sloan?"

The nurses exchanged glances.

"Mark Sloan? Is here?" She demanded, "Right now. Today. In the hospital."

The nurses expressions barely changed.

"Great," Addison exclaimed, "Just great." She turned on her heel and headed for the stairwell.

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"So can I ask you 2 questions."

Izzie glared at Mark as he reclined comfortably in his chair.

"Just 2?"

"Just 2," he assured her.

Izzie sighed and nodded.

"Well first of all," Mark leaned forward, a cocky expression on his face, "Why are you suddenly a volunteer and not an intern."

Izzie didn't look up from what she was doing, "I killed my boyfriend. Or... well, fiancé I guess. In any case I cut the wires that were keeping him alive. And now he is dead."

Mark stared, shocked, and leaned back.

"What was your other question?"

Mark continued to stare, "Why," he continued when he had regained his power of speech, "If we are hiding from Addison, are we in her nursery?"

Izzie rolled her eyes and finished swaddling an infant. "By now Addison has probably heard that you are here. If I where Addison, and I am glad I am not, I would either be hiding, looking for you or looking for my husband in hopes of preventing another fight." Izzie paused as she settled the baby in it's bassinet, "So since she isn't here hiding. It's one of the other two. Which means that if you don't want to run into her by wandering around until your patient is back from the pointless test you sent him for, your safest here where she won't look for you."

Mark considered this, then smiled slyly, "But what if Derek comes looking for Addison?"

Izzie shrugged, "Then you get punched again."

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Addison stood at the 2nd floor nurses station, agitation clear in her every movement.

"Good evening Addison."

"Richard," Addison greeted him. She opened her mouth to ask something, then changed her mind and turned away.

"I wish he wasn't here too," Richard spoke, not looking at her, "But it's what is best for the patient. No one is forcing you to see or speak to him."

Addison nodded, "I just don't think that I could handle another scene," she replied honestly.

"Then don't cause one."

"It's not me that I am worried about." Addison sighed heavily and shook her head, "Have you seen Derek? I have been searching for him all afternoon."

Richard looked at her oddly.

"I am hoping to prevent a fight, Richard. If Derek goes looking for Mark, or Mark goes looking for Derek..."

"Addison," Richard interrupted, "Derek isn't here."

Addison raise an eyebrow, "I saw him on the ferry this morning, Richard. He forced me to eat a muffin. He's here."

Richard shook his head,"He's taking his vacation time. Left this morning I believe."

Addison stared at him dumbly, "He left? This morning?"

Richard nodded, confused by her reaction.

"Well," Addison paused, glancing around her as if looking for something, "Did he say anything? Or leave anything? He wouldn't just go without..." Addison trailed off, a frantic edge to her voice.

"Dr. Shepherd?" a timid nurse spoke up from behind the desk, holding up an envelope, "I'm sorry, He did leave something. I forgot."

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Mark pushed his hands deep into his pockets as he walked as from the hospital. His patient was stable and being transferred to Mercy West in the morning. He had no reason to return to Seattle Grace.

On a whim he turned back and looked at the hospital. After surveying it a moment he noticed Addison standing on the bridge staring out the window.

She didn't see him.

She was staring hard at the window, probably at her own reflection given the darkness outside. Every so often her gaze would travel down to her hands, then back to the window.

Finally she turned away and Mark sighed.

He glanced over the hospital one more time.

Who was he kidding.

He'd be back.

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Addison stared at the envelope in her hands. It was a card. That much she had figured out without actually opening it.

She flipped it over a few more times.

With a sigh she ripped it open and held it in her hands.

She didn't read it, just stared, bracing herself for what she would read.

Inhaling deeply, she flipped open the card.

Gasping, she turned her head to the side. Figures Derek would put in one of those stupid butterfly's in the card.

Dragging her eyes back to the card she slowly opened the bundle of papers inside. Her expression didn't change as she slowly read over them.

He was giving her the divorce.

She turned back to the card and curiously read what he had written inside.

I've always just wanted you to be happy.

Happy Birthday.

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Starting over again

Where should they begin

'Cause they've never been out on their own

Starting over again

Where do you begin

When your dreams are all shattered

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Derek is breaking my Addek loving heart. Seriously dude. COME ON.

And Mark. OH MARK. I am rather glad that he didn't drag my newly single Addy into a supply closet. 'Cause if she can't be with Derek, I want her with me, NOT MARK. Actually... she didn't even see Mark. Whatever. She's mine. MINE. Okay my lesbian outburst is over.

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