So, here is what happened. I have an essay due tomorrow, just a short one, 1000 words, still haven't finished the book, but then again, I never do. So I spend all weekend trying to read the book or start the essay or do the other million things that I needed to do. At 3 o'clock this afternoon I e-mail my prof., asked for an extension 'til Wednesday (her response: sure... or Friday. How cool is that!" and then I started writing this.

I hope you all like it, cause it caused me much pain and suffering. And if you hate it, blame Cess, she won't tell me what sucks, so if you have complaints I'll give you her e-mail.

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She wasn't sure who made the first move towards the bed. For all she knew it was her. It probably had been her.

All she knew was that the sun was coming up, she had barely slept in days and she was so glad that Derek was back that she could barely contain it. She was scared and didn't want him further then arms reach ever again.

He didn't want her too far away either, he wanted her as close as possible. He wanted to be able to hold her again and touch her and kiss her. He couldn't stop smiling. He wanted to tell her that he loved her over and over and over, but every time that he would open his mouth to say it, she would kiss him and the words would disappear.

Addison fell asleep almost immediately, Derek was holding her close, rubbing her back murmuring things to her that she was to exhausted to understand.

The sun was rising over the tree's before Derek closed his eyes. he wrapped the blanket tighter around her shoulders and kissed her forehead, "Sweet dreams my love."

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"Kim," she said, "I think I just made a huge mistake."

Kimber took a sip of her coffee and leaned against the counter.

"Maybe I am pregnant," she sighed, "How else would you explain this? This isn't me," she bowed her head and ran her fingers through her hair, "This is bad Kim. What was I thinking? Making love with Derek. I am a mess and I run off and..."

Kimber smiled.

"What?"

"Nothing. You should go in and talk to him."

Addison shook her head, "I can't talk to him right now. I'm going to the hospital."

"In that?" Kimber raised her eyebrow.

Addison glanced down at her 'outfit' and groaned. She glanced towards the bedroom as she slid of the chair, "That man is ruining my life," she stated, disappearing into the laundry room.

"That perfectly irrational," Kimber smiled to herself, "So, I'm heading back to New York this afternoon."

"What?" Addison demanded, reentering the kitchen pulling a white sweater over her head, "Your leaving? You can't leave now."

"Addison. Pants."

Addison disappeared again.

"Derek's back you'll be fine. He has regained my confidence so I feel fairly good about leaving you in his care again."

Addison returned struggling slightly with her jeans, "This is an excellent start to my day," she groaned, finally getting the zipper up.

"And it will only get worse," Kimber teased, "You might have to get used to this feeling."

"They were like this when I bought them," Addison exclaimed defensively, "It's the style," she looked at her best friend sadly, "Don't go."

Kimber smiled back, "I have to. I have a dress rehearsal to oversee tonight," she stepped up to Addison, "You love him. I know you do. So, stop being so stubborn."

"It's not that simple."

Kimber waited for her to continue.

"It was easier before. In New York. I know it sounds ridiculous but..." Addison brought her hand up to her heart, "It never mattered what we did. What mattered was that at the end of the day we would come home, kiss each other hello and say 'I love you' and mean it, really mean it. What else do you really need?"

Kimber drained the last of her coffee, "I think that you should take a pregnancy test."

Addison froze.

"I have a bunch upstairs. I bought out the airport drugstore when I was waiting for my flight in New York. It would be extremely unfair if I had to leave and still not know."

"I'm not ready to know yet."

Kimber smiled, "Then I won't tell you what it says."

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"Good Morning," Derek said cheerfully entering the kitchen.

"You're in a good mood," Kimber remarked.

"I am in a great mood," he informed her, "Where is Addison?"

"She went to the hospital," Kimber watched his face carefully.

"Oh," he replied disappointedly, "I wanted to take her out to breakfast."

"So your talk went..."

Derek grinned, "No talk. I told her I missed her, she said she was glad I was back, we made love, we went to sleep. I assumed we would talk this morning, but," he continued to grin, "I want to see her. Do you think that Richard would give her the day off?"

"She has the day off, she's stress working," Kimber shook her head, "Have you ever considered a low dose of ritalin?"

"Morning," Izzie said gloomily entering the kitchen, "Mark just snuck out the front door," she informed Kimber, "And if I hadn't seen that trailer for myself I really would think you were homeless," she yawned at Derek, collapsing at the kitchen table.

"Maybe I just like spending time with you," Derek teased, setting a cup of coffee in front of her.

"So what are your plans for today?" Kimber questioned Derek.

Derek smiled, "Convince Addison to marry me, then celebrate."

Izzie glanced up, "So she's..."

Derek shrugged, "I don't know. I'm going crazy. I need to know, right now. How can she just not want to know?"

Kimber smirked.

"I am going to the hospital," Derek declared, "I need to talk to her. She needs to tell me."

"She doesn't know," Kimber called after him as he bound from the room, she laughed "Addison still doesn't know," She grinned, "But I do."

Izzie's eyes got wide, "Oh that's mean. He's going to go crazy. Just tell him."

"Nah. More interesting this way."

Izzie shook her head and smiled, "You like to cause trouble don't you."

"Don't you?"

Izzie continued to shake her head, "I'm glad your going back to New York. The last 24 hours have been to much."

"Hey now," Kimber teased, "You better stay on my good side, you'll need friends like me in New York."

"I'm not..."

"Not yet."

Izzie blushed and changed the subject, "So is Addison pregnant or not?"

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Kimber stood outside the hospital. She had just said her final goodbye and was getting one last coffee before catching a cab. She smiled when she saw Alex Karev on the other side of the cart.

"So your the former bad guy, huh?"

"Hey, I am still the bad guy," retorted Alex Karev.

"Not since Mark Sloan arrived," Kimber smirked.

"Mark Sloan?" Alex snorted, "Mark Sloan is a pansy."

Kimber raised and eyebrow.

"Trailing Steeven's all over this hospital like a lost puppy. It's pathetic."

"And you are completely jealous."

"I am not."

Kimber smirked, "You know, life really does imitate art. If I was to stage this little drama, I think that I would bill it at a romantic comedy. Luckily for you."

"How is that lucky for me?"

Kimber smiled, "Cause in romantic comedies, no one ends up alone."

Alex rolled his eyes.

Kimber continued to mull this thought over in her mind, "The way I see it, it stated with you and Isobel..."

"Izzie," Alex snapped.

Kimber's mouth twitched, "Izzie. You and Izzie, Meredith and Derek, and then Addison and Mark. Am I right? But then Addison and Derek happened, then Derek and Meredith again, then Derek and Addison ended, happened again and ended again, but leaving Meredith for the most part alone. Mark and Addison failed, but Mark and... Izzie, are deliriously happy and very much not ending. Which leaves you..."

Alex smirked, "Leaves me with who? You?"

Kimber smiled, "Of course not, I am simply comic relief. I show up, crack some jokes, fix everything, then either leave or end up alone."

"I thought no one ended up alone."

"Except the comic relief. Have you never been to the movies?"

"So who do I end up with in this little fairy tale?"

"Well, who's left?"

Alex smirked, "Don't tell me I get to bag the redhead?"

"The redhead is out of your league," Kimber smiled, "You end up with Meredith."

Alex shook his head, "You need to cut back on the caffeine."

Kimber smirked as she watched him stalk away. She hauled out her cell phone and lit a cigarette as she waited for the call to go through.

"Hello?"

"Find her yet?"

"The woman has gone into hiding. She's not anywhere in this hospital."

"She's there, she is just avoiding you." Kimber took a long drag, "I'm on my way to the airport. I'm just calling to give you one last verbal bitch slap. Forget about repeatedly telling her you love her, just show her. And don't make a big production of it, she won't trust it. So no boombox serenades or balcony sonnets. And don't push her, give her her space if she needs it, but don't disappear either. Don't make a big deal out of anything, act normally as if the rest of your lives do not hinge on how she reacts, which they do. And don't push her to take the test, she doesn't want to know yet. Don't even mention it. Actually try to avoid mentioning the fact that she might be pregnant at all, but don't act like you don't care. Got that? And calm down. I know that you are happy and excited and bursting at the seams with the warm fuzziness, but you need to calm down."

"I can't win can I?"

Kimber laughed, "Aw baby, I don't think you can really loose. I'm fairly certain she loves you. And," she paused for a moment, "I'll tell you something that should help with all this."

"What?"

"I saw her 10 minutes ago at the 4th floor nurses station. Go get her."

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Derek walked purposely up the hall. He could see Addison standing at the nurses station and they were going to talk whether she wanted to or not.

She glanced up. Their eyes met momentarily, before she turned and headed in the opposite direction.

He stepped up his pace.

"Derek?"

He stopped short, "Meredith," he sighed brushing a hand distractedly through his hair.

"I heard you were back."

"Meredith," Derek took a step towards her, "I want to talk to you, I need to talk to you. But right now..."

"Your busy," Meredith replied in a low voice.

Derek nodded with a small smile, "I'll find you later. I promise," he touched her arm gently then resumed his walk up the hall, Meredith watching him go a small smile on her lips.

Derek rounded the corner just in time to see Addison disappear into a supply closet. He slowed his approach, resting his hand on the doorknob for a moment. Glancing around, he let himself in.

Addison sighed as he shut the door behind him, she thought she had lost him.

Derek slowly and silently began walking towards her.

She took a step backwards and her back hit the wall. She closed her eyes and turned her head away. There was nowhere for her to go, he was blocking the door.

"I just want to talk to you," He was close, too close.

Addison finally turned her head and opened her eyes. The first thing she saw the ring.

"Don't look surprised, I know you've already seen it," he said gently, smiling at her, "And I'm not going to ask you anything right now, but I will. I will," he touched the side of her face and continued to smile at her, "I want us to be together, Add. All of us. We belong together, that's how it's suppose to be."

Addison didn't move or react.

"Just think about it," he searched her eye's for a moment, "Just think about it, please."

"All I've been doing for the last 5 days is thinking."

Derek continued to smile, "Well why don't you just think about this and I'll think about the rest of it," he held out his hand, the ring resting in his palm.

Addison looked up at him.

"You might as well wear it while you're thinking."

Addison lowered her eyes and stared at the ring. The room was motionless. Finally she tentatively reached out.

Derek closed his hand and gently took hers in his, slipping the ring on her finger. His hand completely covering hers. He watched her for a moment, then gently pulled her towards him and encircled her with his arms.

She sighed heavily and wrapped her arms around his waist.

All she had really needed was a hug.

"Why are you fighting me Add?"

"Why are you chasing me Derek?"

Derek continued to hold her, "Because I have too. If I didn't you wouldn't know how badly I need you," he smiled against her hair, "We may be having a child together Addison. And if I can't convince you that I love you now, I never will."

Addison moved closer, "I'm fighting you because," she paused, "because when you say you love me, I'm not sure I believe you anymore."

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When I offer you survival

You say it's hard enough to live

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So, I think soon everyone will know Addison and Derek's standing parentally speaking, except Addison and Derek. And you guys. And me. But Kimber and Izzie know. That's kinda like everyone.

And they are getting there, point of interest, both of them said 'made love' instead of 'had sex'. We are making progress people.

I am trying to think of something amusing to write here... but I can't think of anything.

Meredith: crickets

I know a dirty joke... I apologize if your blond ... and don't read if your like... my father.

What's the difference between a Blond and a mosquito?

A mosquito stops sucking when you slap it.

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