So I really don't have allot to say. Have I updated since the last episode? It was kinda Addek-tabulous. I mean except for the divorce part, but, they are divorced in this. I thought he was going to cry when she confessed. HE LOVES HER DAMNIT. And the couple, ahahaha, foreshadowing anyone? Funniest part about that is I think Meredith was the only one that realized that it was foreshadowing. She's all like... 'ya, they are SO gonna hook up. It's better for me to except this now', but she'll still freak out when they do.

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Derek's least favorite thing to wake up to was the alarm. The second was the phone. Especially at 3:17 in the morning when the person on the other end has no intention of hanging up.

He fumbled around for the phone, finally getting a grip on it and hitting the talk button, "Hello?" he croaked groggily.

Silence.

Addison covered her face with a pillow, she never woke up as easily as he did.

Derek cleared his throat, "Hello?" he asked again.

"Derek?"

"Hey Chief," Derek yawned.

"I was looking for Addison."

"Ya, hold on," Derek yawned. He reached over and put a hand on her hip, shaking her a bit, "Baby, phone."

"I'm not here," came her barely coherent response.

Derek yawned again, "It's the Chief. He is already wondering why I answered your phone, if I say your not here, I sound like a perv."

"You are," Addison shot back sleepily, but excepting the phone, "It's 3:20am," she muttered as a greeting. She snuggled further into the covers, smiling as Derek cuddled in behind her, "You did not call me in the middle of the night to ask why Derek is here," Derek shook his head in agreement against her back, "What celebrity?" Addison groaned, she was going to have to get up, "That's not a celebrity. It's a washed up comedians wife." She started to sit up anyway. Derek groaned and tried to pull her back, "He did not win an Oscar," Addison yawned and stretched, "I am not to young that I don't remember," she sighed, "I'll be there in half an hour."

"We should have been... librarians."

Addison attempted to laugh but she was to groggy, "I'm not getting dressed. I refuse," she sighed.

Derek yawned one last time and got out of bed.

"You don't have to get up, hun. Go back to sleep," she told him, disappearing into her closet in search of a bra and socks.

Derek followed her and grabbed a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, "I'll drive you in."

"You don't need to do that."

"You're to tired to drive. And it's starting to rain. The roads might be bad."

Addison smiled, "Your just as tired as I am."

"But I can drink coffee," Derek kissed her lightly, and left to go get some, "I'll meet you in the car."

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"Hey Gorgeous."

Meredith took the phone away from her ear, stared at it, and replaced it, "Mark?"

"Meredith?"

They were silent a moment.

"I think I grabbed the wrong phone this morning."

Mark chuckled, "So it seems. I'll try her at home."

"She's not there. Addison called her in for a case."

Mark paused, "Don't be mad at Addison," he said quietly, "She never did anything to you."

"She stole my boyfriend. Twice."

"You stole her husband. Twice."

"So what, we're even?"

"Yes," Mark replied, "Your even."

"Are you on her side too?" she accused.

"I don't have a side," Mark informed her, "I want her to be happy. Partially out of guilt."

"Well that's great. Really it is. This side of a year ago everyone was on my side. Now there is a mad stampede for the dark side."

"Well, we have cookies."

"I am trying to score some points for the dirty mistresses and you are making jokes."

"Meredith," he sighed, "We can't be the dirty mistresses forever."

"I knew you would take her side. Your her friend."

"I'm Derek's friend too," Mark reminded her, "And I've known Derek allot longer then Addison has."

Meredith was silent a moment, "What's your point?"

"Well, if you want to talk..."

Meredith sighed and stared out the window. It was gloomy and rainy and gross, "I really don't see what we have to talk about. You're Addison's friend."

"Then lets talk about you."

Meredith said nothing.

"Your an intelligent, beautiful woman Meredith."

Meredith raised her eyebrow.

"Which is why I am so confused. Frankly, I am not sure why you are wasting your time chasing after Derek."

"Did Izzie..."

"Isobel told me you are fighting a loosing battle. And I agree."

"I love him."

"Do you?"

"Yes," Meredith replied vehemently, but with a touch of uncertainty.

"Can I tell you what I know about Addison and Derek. Mostly Derek, but Addison too," Mark didn't wait for a response, "They love each other. Half the time they don't realize that they do, but it's there. Even with the divorce, ask anyone that knew them, it was only a matter of time before they got back together."

"It was just sex," Meredith cut in.

Mark was silent, "Are you sure that's what it was?"

Meredith was silent.

"Isobel's heard him say he loves her. And he doesn't say they had sex, he says they 'made love'."

"Derek said they 'made love'?"

"He did," Mark paused, "Derek is a hard guy to figure out. He has a hard time figuring himself out. But I've known him a long time, so I think I have a pretty good handle on him. Condensed version, when it comes to love, Addison is pretty much it. In his mind, the word love and the word Addison are basically the same thing. So when one is shattered, so is the other. Do you understand?"

Meredith didn't reply. She was trying too hard not to cry.

"So, when say, she slips and sleeps with his best friend because he is spending all his time working so he can buy her a Mercedes' and overpriced things from Tiffany's, it makes him question everything that he knows about love because maybe that means he doesn't know her."

Meredith hung up.

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Izzie tapped her finger gently on the clear plastic of the incubator. She was moving to New York. She had decided. Whether she was offered a job upfront or not. She was moving to New York. Worst comes to worse, she models for awhile until she can get back into medicine. She smiled. She was moving to New York.

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Derek yawned again. If he was tired he could only imagine how Addison was feeling. He'd have to take her out for big breakfast when she was finished. If she was ever finished.

His phone rang.

He reclined in his cafeteria chair and answered.

"Do you love her?"

Derek jerked slightly at the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Do you love her? Does her name and the word love mean the same thing to you?"

Derek reclined again, a bit more comfortably this time, "Meredith," he said gently, almost apologetically.

She sighed, "There is a 3 car pile up pulling in, you might want to get down to the pitt."

"Mer, where are you? We should talk."

She paused, "There is nothing to talk about," she hung up.

Derek sighed. He stood up and moved towards the exit. He passed Addison just coming in looking for something quick to eat.

Meredith watched from the balcony as he handed her his half eaten pudding and touched her shoulder affectionately as he left.

Meredith sighed again.

"Hey," Izzie said tentatively, their friendship was on shaky ground.

Meredith glanced at her for a moment, "I have your phone. And Mark called. And I broke up with Derek."

Izzie was stunned.

"Try not to jump for joy."

"Meredith I didn't want you to break up with him because I like Addison better then you, I didn't want you to get hurt."

"What made you so sure I would get hurt?"

Izzie didn't reply.

"Did you really hear him say he loves her?"

"He..."

"Did you hear him say he made love to her, not had sex with her."

"...Yes..."

"Are they together now? As a couple?"

Izzie looked down at Addison, who was now walking towards them, "Look at her left hand."

Meredith stared, "They're getting remarried?"

Izzie shook her head, "Addison doesn't want to, but Derek does. But she is wearing the ring he gave her."

"I hate men. All of them. Today sucks."

"I'm moving to New York." Izzie spat out.

Meredith stared at her in astonishment, "Today sucks."

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"Dr. Shepherd? There is a note here for you."

Addison curiously excepted the sealed envelope.

A

I just got pulled into surgery. I should have listened to you and stayed in bed. I put the car keys in your locker. Go home, take a nap, maybe a shower, and I'll take you out for dinner when I get home. I'm making reservations for 8 at Chez Colette so Mrs. Miller better cooperate.

Love you,

D

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Derek smiled as he entered the bedroom. The rain had slowed down to the point where it was falling steadily enough to sound nice, so Addison had opened the french doors.

"It's cozy in here," Derek commented, walking over to feel the heat from the fire Addison had built, a talent he didn't know she had.

"Mmm," she agreed, from within a pile of blankets and pillows on the bed, "I canceled our reservations."

"Did you?" Derek kicked of his jeans and crawled into bed beside her. He kissed her neck, smiling at her squirming away from his scratching stubble, he rested his chin on her shoulder, reading the title of her book, "But I was hungry."

"I thought you would be, so I have grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup ready to heat up in the kitchen."

"My favorite."

"I know," Addison grinned, "But we have to eat it in bed, 'cause me and Truman aren't moving."

Derek reached over and pet Truman who was laying on her other side, "That works, 'cause I rented movies."

Addison smiled, "Did you?"

Derek shrugged and pulled her closer, kissing her temple "I canceled the reservations too."

Hours later, as the credits ran on the second movie, Addison stretched sleepily and readjusted beside Derek. They lay in silence listening to the fire crack and the rain fall.

"Happy love?"

"Perfectly," she smiled.

"Me too," he rain his fingers lazily through her hair.

She snuggled closer to him, "I'm going to take the test in the morning."

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What would you do if we woke up and the whole world was gone?

Well, would you believe with me is where you belong?

Well there goes the world and we're right in the middle

There goes the world and we're right in the middle

I said leave me here

I said leave me here with you

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You guys are going to kill me on 47 levels.

Okay, the next chapter IS IT. THE GRAND FINALE. And it won't be a 3 hour mini-series Shonda style. It will be all Addek all the time. And after that is done, I am writing 'episodes'. And if you don't know what I mean by that you are missing out. For serious.

We need a joke don't we. And don't worry, I am only extremely insulted that you seem to like the jokes better then the chapter. What do you call a Dominatrix's lap dog? A Sub-woofer. HaHa. That was lame... What's the difference between Mr. Potato Head and Michael Jackson? Michael Jackson has had more noses... That was lame too. I don't care.

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