So I finally watched the first episode. And I didn't watch it all, I just watched the flashback... but...Derek is an ASS. He threw her out in the RAIN. At least my Derek just hit her.

Crazy thing. I STILL think that they belong together. Fret pas mes pets. I will watch Season 3 and figure out a way to get them back together. 'Cause creating my own little fic world is the only way I can handle whatever it is that Shonda is trying to pull off. This was not what we agreed to.

Oh, and I spent SO long looking for a Jack Johnson song for this chapter. I don't listen to Jack Johnson, he kinda makes me want to slit my wrists, but this chapter to me had a Jack Johnson feel, so I suffered for the good of the fic. Plus the song jumped right out at my from his repitoire, it was the first and only one I looked at.

Warning: Addison and Derek have some issues in this chapter, in that they are not respecting each others personal space. I got to the 3rd scene and was getting rather annoyed with them.

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Addison groaned, she felt as if she had just gotten to sleep and now someone was knocking persistently on her door. "Come in."

Mark pushed open the door and rolled his eyes. Derek and Addison were passed out on top of the bed, Addison was still wearing her cut off sweatpants and tank top from the night before, and it looked like Derek had made a halfhearted effort to get undressed, but hadn't made it very far. But Izzie would be happy to know, they weren't even touching.

"What do you want?" Addison muttered, trying really hard not to wake up.

"Chiefs on phones, says you where suppose to be in 45 minutes ago."

Addison groaned again and thrust her arm behind her to take the phone. Derek moaned as her arm hit him squarely in the chest.

"Chief?" Addison yawned, "I'm sorry but I ate some bad seafood and I've been up all night," she invented, staring at Derek passed out on his side beside her, "I realize that that sounds like a lame excuse, which if you think about it means it's probably true," Addison sat up and clamber over Derek, unfortunately he choose that moment to roll over on to his back throwing her off balance, "Ugh, stop moving," she instructed, leaning over the side of the bed picking through his clothes, "Of course I'm alone. I was talking to the room, it's spinning." Addison located Derek's cell and sat back up, "Would I lie to you?" Addison settled herself straddling the tops of Derek's legs. "I'll be in tomorrow. Bright and early." She tapped Derek lightly on the stomach trying to get him to wake up, "Yes, I promise I'll drink plenty of fluids." Addison hit the end button and leaned forward so her cheek rested against his, "Wake up," she whispered in his ear, "Wake up, Wake up."

"Hrmmugh," Derek groaned running his hands up the tops of her legs, "It's too early."

"You can speak," she teased, leaning forward again, this time to kiss him.

"Did Meredith leave?"

Addison kissed him again, "No, she's right over there."

"Too hung over for jokes Add."

"Sorry, she left a few hours ago."

Derek nodded, "Did I say anything that..."

Addison looked away for a moment, "She knows about..."

"Us?"

Addison shook her head, "No. She knows that you..."

Derek looked away, "That I hit you."

"Yeah," Addison replied softly, "Derek..."

Derek refused to look at her.

"Derek look at me," she waited until he complied, "I'm okay. You didn't hurt me." She smiled, "I've had paper cuts that have hurt more. You hit like a girl."

Derek didn't smile.

"Derek, do you think that if you had actually hurt me I would have ever talked to you again? I would have divorced your sorry ass so fast your head would have spun," she leaned forward and smiled, "I would have taken you for all you were worth, and then some."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Did you wake me up just to tell me that? Cause it's early, and my stomach hates me."

"I know," Addison soothed, patting his tummy, "But you need to call the Chief and make up an excuse for why you aren't there," Addison handed him his phone, "And don't say bad seafood, that was mine."

Derek nodded and propped him self up with a couple pillows.

"Maybe a migraine," Addison suggested, "Or a runny nose, with a fever, and a cough and... a rash..."

Derek smiled at her indulgently, and reached for her hand, playing with her fingers as the call went through, "Richard. It's Derek. Listen, I'm not going to be able to come in today. I'm really hung over."

Addison rolled her eyes, "I said an excuse, not the truth."

"It was bad Richard, ask anyone in Joe's last night, I am surprised I can talk right now." Derek paused and gave Addison the best cheeky grin he could muster, "Addison? No? Bad seafood? Really? And you fell for that?"

Addison bent Derek's hand back to a very uncomfortable angle. Derek's eyes bugged out in pain.

"Chief I've got to go, this phone call has just drained my energy."

"Jerk!" Addison exclaimed, "You're gonna get me in trouble."

"You deserve it. Skipping work." Derek shook his head and momentarily closed his eye's against the headache that was kicking in, "You should know better. Sick babies."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't," Derek pulled her towards him and kissed her soundly.

"HMph."

Addison looked up to see Izzie standing in the doorway, clearly annoyed that Derek and Addison where not in the platonic state that Mark had promised her.

"I answered your cell," Izzie stated flatly, tossing the phone onto the bed beside Addison, "It's Meredith." She turned to leave, "And for the record, if she wasn't so hell bent on knowing nothing, I'd be telling her everything."

"Fair enough," Addison picked up the phone and crawled off of Derek's lap and on to the other side of the bed. "Morning Meredith."

The line was silent for a moment.

"Meredith?"

"I just wanted to..."

"He's fine. Little dehydrated, little nauseous, seriously wishing he could turn back time." Addison paused, "Did you want to talk to him?"

Derek held out his hand.

"No," Meredith replied slowly, "I called because, we were suppose to go out for my birthday but..."

Addison glanced at Derek apologetically.

"...If you could tell him that I can't tonight. I just need a little time."

"Ok." Addison agreed uncertainly, "Meredith, just... he's not a bad guy. Maybe..." Addison struggled for words, "Instead of trying to figure this out with McDreamy, figure it out with Derek. Derek's a pretty great guy too, once you get past the stubbornness and childish tantrums."

Addison could almost hear Meredith smiling on the other end.

"Tell him I'll talk to him tomorrow."

"Absolutely." Addison flipped closed her phone and smiled at Derek, "I tried."

"She's going to dump me isn't she."

Addison nodded, "Probably."

"I'm going to need to grovel."

"Chocolates, flowers, teddy bears... trips to exotic locals..." she paused, "And you know, maybe stop by the gym. You're getting kinda flabby."

"Oh, thanks. Kick me while I'm down." Derek turned over on his side away from her, intent on falling back asleep. He smiled when he felt her arm wrap around his waist, moving in close behind him.

"I like your flab."

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"I should just accept it shouldn't I?"

"What?" Mark didn't look up from the paper he was reading.

"Them," Izzie nodded towards Addison's open bedroom door, "I should just accept that they are together."

"If you want."

"'Cause if Meredith doesn't want to know..."

"There is nothing you can do."

"So I should just accept it."

"Might before the best."

"'Cause they aren't going to break up are they."

"No."

"So I should accept it."

"Yes."

"'Cause," Izzie cringed, "They like, love each other or something."

"Or something."

"So..."

"You should accept it."

"Because he loves her."

"Yes."

"And because if I don't accept it..."

"Because if you don't accept it, you are going to drive me crazy," Mark grinned finally looking up from his paper.

"I'm going to work." Izzie glared, as she walked over to kiss him goodbye, "By the time I get home, I'll have accepted it."

"We can only hope."

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"Brown?" Addison lifted a lock of hair and examined it, "I never really thought of myself as a brunette." She rested the phone against her shoulder, "Yes, but by a change I meant curls or bangs." She smiled at Derek as he exited the bedroom, "Are you hoping that a change in hair colour might lead to a change in temperament?"

Derek walked over and place a hand on either arm of her chair, dipping his head he kissed her hard on the lips.

"Mmm," Addison tilted the phone away from her face and kissed him back, completely forgetting the person on the line for what turned into close to a minute. Finally Addison pulled away, "Don't move," she whispered, placing the phone back on her ear, "Andrew? We are having a bit of a crisis over here, I'll call you back."

Addison dropped the phone to the floor and cupped Derek's cheeks in her hands, pulling him closer.

"I have to go to work" Derek sighed finally pulling away, "Richard just called."

Addison nodded, "I'm going in in an hour."

"And no brown. Curls are sexy, and you'd look amazing with bangs, but no brown." He pressed a hard kiss on her lips.

"No brown," Addison agreed whole heartedly, "I don't know what he was thinking."

"He needs to go."

"First thing tomorrow."

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"Meredith!" Izzie jogged towards her friend in front of the hospital.

"I still don't want to know."

"Know what?"

"What ever it is that you want to tell me."

"It's just that... I mean, your dating him. There are things that you should know."

"But I don't want to know. If I know anymore I'm afraid I'll dump him. We aren't heading towards smooth sailing as it is."

"But..."

"Accept it Izzie." Meredith stalked away.

"I'm trying," Izzie muttered under her breath.

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"You have no idea how glad I am to see you."

Addison cocked an eyebrow, "And why is that."

"Because," Derek brushed her hair out of her face, "All afternoon, all I could think was 'what if she dyes her hair brown'."

"Still red," Addison grinned, straightening his lab coat, glancing up and down the hall insuring it was empty, "We shouldn't be talking here."

"We can't talk at work?"

"Not this close."

"I like you this close."

"That's the problem," Addison murmured in a low voice. Feeling reckless due to the empty hall, Addison took a step forward and kissed seductively, payback for interrupting her phone call earlier. She knew he wasn't going to be able to contain himself.

She was right. Things quickly escalated and Addison found herself forcing him away with difficulty.

"See," she gasped, "It's a problem."

"Yeah," Derek sighed. He leaned against wall, pulling her with him by the waist but keeping her far enough away that he wasn't overly tempted, "Wanna play tourist after work?"

"Kinky."

Derek smiled, "Do you want to go to the Space Needle with me?"

Addison nodded, "I suppose that could be fun too."

"I'll pick you up."

"'Kay," Addison backed away stealing one last kiss before she left the hallway, "Izzie!" she exclaimed rounded the corner.

"Dr. Shepherd," Izzie remained sprawled on a gurney, "There are at least 5 nurses and 2 residents looking for you in the NICU."

"Thank you."

"Yeah. I told them that's where you were to keep them from going down that hallway," she said pointedly.

Addison closed her eyes, "Thank you."

"Way to be discrete." Izzie muttered once she was out of earshot, "Seriously."

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its really

too bad

he became a prisoner of his own past

he stabbed a moment in the back

with a brown thumb tack

that held up the list of things he gotta do

Its really,

no good

hes moving on before he understood

he shot the future in the foot with every step it took

from the faces that he knew cause he forgot to look

Better staple it together and call it bad weather

staple it together and call it bad weather

If the weather is better

we should get together

Spend a little time and we can do whatever

and if we get together we'll be twice as clever

So, staple it together and call it bad weather, mm hmmm

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"It's closed."

"You sound surprised."

"I am."

"Derek it's after Midnight, what did you expect?"

"I expected the city's most popular tourist destination would be open."

Addison sat down on the grass and leaned back, "Maybe next time."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm looking at the Space Needle. It's really tall."

"The New Yorker saying something is tall," Derek teased, sitting on the grass beside her.

"Well everything there is tall, this is tall all on it's own."

"Fair enough," Derek stared at the structure in front of him, "Why did you stay in Seattle?" he blurted out.

Addison looked at him strangely, "Because you asked me too."

Derek smirked, "I kinda thought you'd say no."

Addison exhaled sharply, "Sorry."

"No! Not like that. I thought you'd want to go back to New York. To Mark."

"Why would you think..." Addison closed her eyes, "Oh. You know that..."

"I called to talk to you. He answered. Told me to move on."

"You called..."

"I called."

"I'm sorry."

Derek shook his head, "Don't be. Doesn't matter now." He continued to stare at the sky, "But why did you stay? Later on."

"Because I loved you," she replied simply.

"But I treated you so..."

"I knew you loved me."

"But I was so horrible to you."

Addison smiled at him, "Only when I was awake."

Derek blushed.

"I don't sleep as soundly as I used too," she teased.

"So you stayed because..."

"Because I couldn't leave a man who still kissed me good night, or good bye, in the middle of the night when he thought I was asleep."

Derek smiled sheepishly.

"And," she continued, "I kinda liked waking up in the dead of night to hear my husband saying 'I love you Addy' over and over and over."

"You heard that?"

"Yeah, I heard that."

"I'm not as sneaky as I thought then."

"No," Addison laughed. She looked at him curiously, "Would you have left me?"

Derek turned to her.

"If Meredith had said she wanted to be with you, would you have left me?"

"I don't know," Derek replied honestly, "No. I don't think I could have."

"Why?"

Derek was silent for a moment, "You know the land the trailer is on? I bought that for you. For us. I wanted to get you away from Mark and New York. So I bought the land and I was going to build you... what ever it took to get you out here."

"But then you met Meredith."

"No," Derek paused, "I didn't think that this was what you wanted. New York was your home, your a New Yorker. And..." Derek gathered his thoughts, "I thought that you would be happier with Mark. And then... yeah... I met Meredith."

"I was miserable with Mark."

"That makes me... really happy."

Addison laughed, "I bet it does. I also bet that you can't say the same thing about Meredith."

"Different circumstances completely."

"In that..."

"In that... McDreamy is irresistible to women."

"Uh huh," Addison sat up further, "Which reminds me. Why is that Mark's fault? The McDreamy thing? 'Cause you were very insistent on it last night."

"I tired to kill him didn't I?"

"Uh huh."

"The night I called you and Mark answered," Derek confessed, "Well, that night, the night before I started working for Richard by the way, and he wasn't impressed. That night, I went to Joe's for the first time. Met Meredith. Woke up on Meredith's floor the next morning. By noon, I was McDreamy."

"You don't like being McDreamy?"

"Not anymore. He's worn out his welcome. I'd rather just be Derek. "

They both soaked in the implications of his words.

Addison looked pained, "Damnit."

Derek reached over and snaked his hand around her neck, bringing her face down so he could kiss her.

"Derek,' Addison pulled away.

"No," Derek kissed her again, "We agreed not to talk about it."

"No, Derek," Addison futilely tried to resist, "We had rules. No strings. Just..." She was cut off by more kisses. At this point the words coming out of her mouth were just that words. "...Sex. I'm just another girl, and your just..."

"Your not just another girl," Derek murmured against her shoulder, accidentally ripping the seam of her sweater and the strap of her camisole in a frenzy to gain access to bare skin.

"No?"

"No."

"Damnit." She moaned as the camisole slid down to her waist.

They were oblivious to everything but each other. Addison couldn't have spelt her own name if you asked her, and Derek, Derek was only aware of the ungodly things that Addison was doing to him.

"HMGH."

They jumped as a throat was cleared a few feet away.

"What exactly do you two think you are doing?"

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Dun dun duunnnn.

I may not be an expert, but I am the writer, and if I had to go out on a limb, I would say that that is not good.

And I kinda think, and I am not completely sure on this (I know I'm the writer, but I don't know everything) but I think, they kinda want to be caught...

I really don't know what to write for this authors note. Other then, they're screwed on about 47 different levels. I believe that Mark tried to warn her that things would end badly. MAYBE if she had listened things wouldn't be SO DAMN COMPLICATED. However if things weren't complicated, no one would read this. Or you would. There aren't allot of Addek fics out there, we are kinda at the point where you have to take what you can get, and you guys are stuck with this.

On that note, REVIEW.