So I go bored and added times. They mean nothing. Well no, they mean nothing important, if ou look at them you might notice something, but you probably won't, or you don't care. Or both.

Previously: Poppy Cunningham. And Addison kissed Derek.

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5:59am

Hangovers.

They suck.

They really suck when you wake up way to early and all you want to is sleep for a year.

They really really suck when you wake up way to early and you know that you have tons to do, so even though you want to go back to sleep for a year, you know you can't.

But the worst, is when on top of all this, you realize you are not alone.

Addison wasn't going to open her eyes. She had a pretty good idea what she was going to see when she did. However she was slightly sketchy on the details of the night before.

She remembered sex. Sloppy drunken sex.

Twice.

Derek groaned, "How the hell did we end up on the couch?"

Okay. Three times.

Addison didn't move. It was still possible that none of this was actually happening. She was at home, in bed, in Seattle. The dream like fragments of the night before were just that. A dream.

She felt fingers curl around her left hand as they were lifted from their spot on a warm chest.

"Did we get married last night?"

Addison dragged her eyes open and watched as Derek kissed the pad of her ring finger. She still had her wedding rings on her left hand.

"I hope not," she replied as he set her hand back down, "I don't have the energy to divorce you again."

Derek laughed.

Addison winced, "Derek my head."

"Sorry," he apologized, sliding off the couch, "I need to pee."

Addison sat up and slide her legs over the side of the couch, "I need water," she groaned to herself, "And my underwear," she added looking around the completely disheveled room, "I really need to find my underwear."

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6:27am

The shower he had taken hadn't helped. Instead of being refreshing it had intensified his headache and made him slightly queasy.

He walked back into to main room and stared at Addison for a moment.

She had found some clothing, but had made it only as far as the bed before falling asleep again.

He crawled in beside her. A nap couldn't hurt.

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10:42 am

Derek roused slowly. There was someone pounding furiously at the door.

He groaned and uncurled his body from Addison's.

Probably room service.

He glanced at Addison as he picked up his shirt off the ground and did up a few buttons.

She was wearing his black t-shirt from the night before and a white pair of those panties that looked like really short shorts. He liked those ones. She looked decent enough for him to open the door, even though she would never let anyone but him see her with her hair like that. He smiled to himself. Sex hair. He put his hand on the door knob, some lucky guy was about to get an eye full of Addy's legs.

"Poppy."

"Derek," she purred.

Derek smiled with amusement and crossed his arms over his chest, "This is a surprise."

Poppy twirled a piece of hair between her fingers, "The macadamia nuts in my mini bar were stale," she pouted.

Derek smirked, "I hate stale nuts."

Poppy giggled. In the harsh hall light her hair took on a pumpkin orange glow.

"I'd invite you in," Derek said, running a hand through his own disheveled hair, "But Addy is still asleep."

Poppy looked past him to see Addison sprawled out over the bed, very much sharing the room with him, "I see," she said tensely her face contorting.

"But we will see you at the cocktail party this evening. After our speech."

"Of course," Poppy quipped as she turned on her to high heels and tottered away.

Derek crawled back in to bed, and was already starting to fall back asleep when Addison shifted closer and wrapped her arm tightly around his waist.

"Where did you go?" she murmured, more then half asleep.

"I was dashing the dreams of my least favorite redhead." he replied, already succumbing to sleep.

"I thought I..."she yawned, "Was your least favorite redhead..." she trailed off, her words becoming incoherent as she fell asleep.

"No," he murmured "You love, are my favorite."

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12:43pm

Addison woke up slowly. She felt like she was being crushed. She glanced at Derek's arm laying across her hung over stomach. It felt like it weighed 500 pounds.

"God Derek," She groaned, pushing at him, "Move your arm."

Derek groaned but moved his arm.

Addison's stomach immediately began to churn, "Put your arm back, put you arm back, put your arm back."

Derek put his arm back and continued to sleep, his face buried against her shoulder and the pillow.

Addison stared at the ceiling, will herself not to throw up. Finally she reached for the phone and called the front desk, "Hi, could you send up some coffee. Allot of coffee, maybe the whole pot. And strong. Black. And french toast, some ketchup, hash browns but only if they are deep fried, and.." she held the mouthpiece against her shoulder and shook Derek, "Babe, do you want eggs?"

"Mmhshabumu."

"And scrambled eggs, the fake processed kind, pepper, no salt, maple syrup on the side."

Addison went back to staring at the ceiling.

"Derek, we have to get started on this speech."

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2:17 pm

"We cannot just wing this," Addison exclaimed in frustration, from where she sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed.

"Addison we don't have a choice," Derek argued, leaning against the headboard.

"Yes, yes we do!" Addison snapped, balling up another failed attempt at an introduction. She chucked the piece of paper at Derek's head.

What was that for?" Derek responded, as the paper ball hit him just above his nose.

Addison groaned and laid back against the bed.

"I am holding this disaster of a speech against you."

"Against me?"

"Yes, against you," she replied. Addison shoved the pad of paper and pen at him.

"Write."

"No, it was your case first."

"Write."

"No."

"Derek Shepherd. WRITE," Addison growled.

Derek looked at her sternly, before yanking the pad from her out stretched hand.

"Thank you," she replied with false sweetness.

"Anything for you, sweetheart."

Addison rose her arms in victory.

Derek stared intently at the paper for an entire minute, "I don't know what to write." he finally admitted meekly.

Addison just laughed. Hysterically

Derek tossed the pad of paper aside, "Enough of this," he said decidedly grabbing her wrist and playfully pulling her to her knees and against his chest, silencing her with his mouth.

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and looped her legs around his waist as he pushed her back on to the bed.

"This is not helping with our speech." Addison teased as Derek's hand slipped under her shirt and across her bare back.

"I think that this is the only thing that will help this speech."

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3:54 pm

"We are going to have to wing this," Addison murmured staring at the chart in front of her.

Derek resisted the urge to smirk and say 'I told you so'.

"Urg," she exclaimed in frustration, drawing her knees closer to her chest and dropping her head back onto his knee's.

Derek automatically pushed her head back upright and continued with what he was doing.

Addison went back to the chart, "Why did you perform a..." Suddenly she flipped back several pages, "Shit," she exclaimed, "This isn't even the patient I thought it was."

"Who did you think it was," Derek asked calmly.

"The infant with the..." Addison waved her hand vaguely in the direction of her spine.

"Oh right," Derek remembered, "Yeah, why aren't we talking about that one?"

"I thought we were."

"Elastic," Derek requested, setting an outstretched hand on her shoulder.

She handed him the elastic and he secured her hair into the french braid he had just finished.

"Thanks," she said absently looking around the room, "Who's room are we in?"

Derek surveyed the room, "Mine, that's my luggage."

Addison tilted her head, "We have matching luggage."

Derek sighed and crossed the room and unzipped a suitcase, "Mine."

"Okay," Addison started to get up and Derek reach out to give her a hand. He pulled her to her feet, their faces ending up mere inches apart.

"I should go get dressed," Addison said quietly.

"Okay," Derek breathed.

"Okay," Addison took a step away and then grabbed her blouse of the back of a chair, picked up her shoes, and left the room.

As the door closed Derek had the very distinct feeling that he shouldn't have let her leave, or at the very least, he should have kissed her when he had the chance.

In the hall between their rooms Addison paused and let out a long sigh. What was she doing?

She heard someone come up behind her.

She turned.

Poppy Cunningham stood, her hand on her hip. She looked Addison over head to toe. Barefoot, holding her shoes, Derek's T-shirt and her skirt, carrying her blouse.

Poppy raised an eyebrow.

Addison look away.

"I'm looking forward to your speech, Dr. Montgomery," she said coolly walking past.

Addison turned, "Shepherd." She clarified, "Dr. Shepherd."

"I'm sure."

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5:57pm

"No, I understand. It is unfortunate." Derek stared at his reflection in the mirror, "Yes, keep us in mind for next year."

Derek hung up the phone and ran his hand over his face.

Their speech was canceled.

He picked up the phone again and dialed.

"Hello?"

"Addy," he stated rather then questioned.

She didn't reply.

"Addy?"

"I talked to the hotel travel agent, he got us both seats on tonight's flight back to Seattle."

Derek held his breath.

"The seats aren't together."

"What does that mean Addison?"

"It means what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, Derek."

"But you started this Addison., you kissed me last night. YOU KISSED ME."

"I know," she said quietly, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry, Addison don't be sorry. Just tell me where we stand."

Addison was silent.

"So everything just goes back to how it was before?"

"It's too complicated, Derek."

"No, Add..."

No. It's is. We are both seeing people in Seattle, Derek. Us being together here, that wasn't fair to them."

"But.."

"That's the way things are Derek. That's how we stand."

"Addison..."

"Good bye."

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Leaving Las Vegas

Leaving for good, for good

I'm leaving for good

I'm leaving for good

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11:04pm

Addison sighed with relief as she finally walked through her front door.

She was home.

She surveyed the foyer and smiled to herself.

That was not her jacket hanging on the coat rack. Or her purse sitting on the table.

Addison raised an eyebrow and headed towards the back of the house.

"Addison!"

She glanced up to see Mark standing in front of her holding two glasses of wine.

"I'm guessing you are not suddenly psychic and foresaw my early arrival."

"There is more in the kitchen," Mark replied ignoring her teasing.

"Say 'hi' for me," she called over her shoulder.

"Nice hair Addison," Mark shot back starting up the stairs.

Addison ran her hand over her still braided hair, "Jerk."

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So basically, the moral of the story, is that for there to be happy Addek, they need to drink allot, have sex, but NEVER TRY TO LEAVE. It seems that as soon as they are out of earshot, they are able to think clearly.

So basically what we have established is that Addison is just as out of control with her feeling as Derek is, and if things go on much longer, this fic is going to end with Derek offing himself.

And did anyone else catch Derek braiding her hair. Buddy, thats just weird.

I kinda want Poppy Cunningham t move to Seattle. I picture her as like... a 35 year old Tammy Faye Baker.

Next time : Mark's fling is revealed, and people get punched.

Review. Actually kids, I got more reviews on the last chapter then anyother. Which is cool. Cause right now, in my self induced celebate state, they are all I have.