So, I just watched the second episode of Grey's. Thats right, the second. I love being a Canadian. Unfortunately I didn't see the first episode. Which I think is good because it contains a flashback that would be similar to the one that is in the next chapter, not this chapter the next one. So I am not going to watch the first one until I have finished writing the next one so as not to taint it.

I am on an update spree, I have updated almost everyday this week...

Also, remember there are flashbacks, they are seperated with a OOOO instead of a XXXX

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Izzie studied him for along time, "You love her don't you?"

"She's my best friend."

"But you love her as more then that."

"I did."

"I think," Izzie paused, reconsidering what she was about to say, "I think I want to know everything."

"Everything?"

Izzie smirked, "No, not everything. But everything that it going to take to convince me not to tell her everything the second that I see her."

Mark sighed, "I don't know what to tell you Isobel, they are barely the same people now. Maybe you should tell Meredith."

Izzie suddenly pushed herself away and got to her feet, "We can't have this conversation here," Izzie turned frantically grabbing at their things, "I cannot ask about Derek and Addison and their screwed up marriage in Meredith's house. It's weird and it gives me the heeby jeebies."

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"This is the worst idea you have ever had."

"Do you have a better one?"

"Addison specifically told us not to come back here."

"No she told you not to come back here, she said nothing to me either way." Izzie marched up to the front door of Addison's house, opened it and walked right in.

"Do you know what happens when you ignore the requests of New Yorkers?" Mark questioned in a low voice, "You get shot."

Izzie rolled her eyes and entered the living room. She froze.

"I told you not to come back here," Addison said coolly, not taking her eyes from the TV.

"Are we interrupting your date?" Mark questioned icily, glaring at Derek who was laying across Addison's couch.

"We are watching the news." Addison replied tersely.

Mark and Izzie stared at them. Derek laying across the couch, Addison sitting on the floor beside him, Truman on the floor beside her playing with an old slipper. This all would have looked completely innocent if Derek's hand hadn't been resting on her shoulder, mostly covered by her hair.

Addison watched them disappear onto the darkened deck, "They came here to talk about us."

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"This is different."

"Then what?"

"How they were in New York, with the others. Even with me. Addison and I were friends, but we never hung out and watched the news."

Izzie stared at him, "Tell me what it was like"

OOOO

Mark walked onto the roof. He knew she would be up here. "It's cold,"

Addison turned and smiled, "It's nice."

"Why don't you go in the solarium? Great view and it's warm."

She held up her cell phone, "But no resception."

"Where is he?"

Addison sighed, "Atlanta."

"For how long?"

"Two weeks. Feels like 2 years."

Mark smiled, "You miss him."

"Enormously."

"Well," Mark paused, "If it will make you feel better, he sent me a text message and asked me to get you something," he handed her his phone.

"Get Addy Juju," she read with a smile.

Mark held up a thermos.

"I think it is going to take more then cocoa."

"Rough day?"

"Rough week. I think I am loosing my touch."

"You? Never."

"Stranger things have happened."

Mark leaned down and kissed her temple, "You know where I am if you need to talk."

"Thanks," she murmured as he headed for the door. He paused before exiting and looked back at her, She was already back on her cell.

"You sent me Juju," she said as Mark opened the door, "No, I love you." she paused, "No its okay, I understand. I guess, I'll talk to you tonight then."

OOOO

Izzie stared at him, "You think that telling me a story of how Derek sent her long distance Juju is suppose to convince me that I shouldn't tell Meredith.?"

"No, it was suppose to show you that he was sending her long-distance Juju but he didn't take the time to talk to her."

"He talks to Meredith all the time."

"I know."

"He got her flowers for her birthday today."

"I know."

Izzie nodded, "Okay, keep going."

OOOO

"I can't do it."

Mark stepped back and let Addison enter his apartment.

"Everything I touch... everyone..." she picked up Marks half empty scotch glass and drained it, "I'm Dr. Addison Shepherd, I don't loose patients. I am the best. People cross the country to see me. I am the best. I cannot be making stupid mistakes."

Mark stared at her and poured himself another scotch, drinking it slowly.

"But I don't know. I don't know what I am doing wrong. I have nothing left to give this damn job. I have barely left the hospital in weeks. In the last month I have showered more in the locker room then I have in my own home. And my marriage. God. My husband and I only speak through e-mail and on the phone. Last month we spent 4 nights sleeping in the same bed. 4 nights. And once was because we ended up in the same on call room. God. "

"Addison," Mark reached out and touched her arm. She was scaring him. When she first entered entered the apartment he thought she was shaking from the cold. She wasn't.

When she kissed him, his brain could not comprehend what was happening.

"Addison! Stop."

"Please," she looked up at him, her eyes pleading, "You taste like him."

OOOO

"So that's what it was like?"

Mark shook his head, "I'm not done yet."

OOOO

Mark rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

"Addison..."

She turned back, already halfway across the room on her way to the bathroom, "I'm going to shower."

"Addison..." he sighed as the door locked behind her.

He lay there in bed for what seemed like eternity. Finally she emerged admits a cloud of steam.

"Addison..." he began again.

"Are you free Wednesday?" She grabbed her clothes from around the room, "Derek gets back Monday and he mentioned that we should all go out to dinner."

Mark listened, stunned, as Addison continued to talk about completely mundane things.

"Mark? I asked if you were still dating that girl, Bridget? Mark?" she furrowed her brow, "Okay," she picked up her abandoned purse, "I'll call you tomorrow and we'll talk about it then." She glanced at her watch, "What do you think the cab situation is like? Derek has a break between surgeries in an hour and I want to catch him at the hotel."

"Is this what you do?" Mark asked, "With the others. Get what you need then walk out the door?"

Addison stared at him coolly, there was a hardness in her eyes he had never seen before, "Normally, I don't ask them out too dinner."

OOOO

Why do you have to be so cute

It's impossible to ignore you

Must you make me laugh so much

It's bad enough we get along so well

Say goodnight and go

Why's it always always

Goodnight and go

Oh darling not again

Goodnight and go

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"It scared me, the first time," Mark confessed, "It wasn't her. It wasn't the Addison I knew. Her eyes were completely empty, and hard , and cold. It wasn't Addison." He paused, thinking hard about how to explain to Izzie what it was like, "It was as if she closed off every part of her that belonged to Derek, and the person standing in front of me in that bedroom was just what was left."

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Addison tucked her head closer to Derek's chest. She had moved and was now laying on the couch beside him. They had been laying there all night, listening to Mark and Izzie talk right outside the window.

Derek brushed his fingers against her temple, "How many were there?"

Addison was silent, they had never talked about this before, "4. Plus Mark."

They were quiet again.

"How..."

"6, including Meredith."

Addison nodded and moved a fraction closer.

Derek lightly kissed her forehead then bent to kiss her lips.

Addison sighed and spoke before he could kiss her, "We were doomed from the start."

Derek smiled, "But it was a hell of a ride."

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