So it's Christmas in Seattle. Normally when people write Christmas fic's everyone is happy, filled with the spirit of the Season. Giving. Spending time with family and friends.

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

My way is more fun.

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Derek entered the bedroom, the baby wrapped in a towel against his chest. The room was really warm. He smiled to himself as he entered the bathroom where the heat was turned up even higher, "You are going to be late for work."

Addison didn't move a muscle, "Mmmm?" She stretched slightly causing the water in the tub to ripple, and dragged open her eyes, "What are you doing?" she questioned lazily.

Derek pulled the baby tub out of the linen closet, "I am going to bath James while she is still to sleepy to protest."

Addison smiled, "She loves her bath."

"She loves when you bathe her, she screams and splashes when I do it," Derek stood, contemplating the best way to fill the tub.

"Give her to me," Addison reached out her arms. James winced when her toe touched the warm water, but she settled contentedly against her mothers chest sucking on her fingers. Addison kissed the top of her head.

"Multitasking?"

Addison didn't reply, gently rubbing the baby's back for a moment before dipping her hand in the water and letting it trickle over the baby's body. It seemed like no time at all had past before James closed her eye's and drifted off to sleep and Addison seemed on her way to following her.

"We are going to be so late for work," Derek murmured.

"Mmmm?" Addison opened her eyes and looked at him, her face slowly changing into a sleepy smile, "There might be room for one more..."

"We are going to be so late for work," Derek repeated as Addison leaned back against his chest, the baby still asleep against hers and the water now threatening to spill over the sides of the tub.

"Don't go," she smiled, "I'm not."

"Okay," Derek agreed, knowing full well that he was going to be at the hospital within the hour anyway smelling like Vanilla and Cranberry thanks to Addison's ridiculously over priced all natural bath oils, which he bought her for no reason other then he knew she'd love them.

Addison sighed happily, "Today is going to be perfect."

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On Derek Shepherd's list of 100 places where he wanted to spend today, the hospital didn't even rank. Yet here he was, waiting for the test results that would determine if he was going to make it home in time for dinner with his family.

"Oh, Dr. Shepherd," a nurse arrived at the station he was leaning against, "There has been a package here for you since last night." She handed him a garment box wrapped in white with a large red bow.

Derek smiled, carefully peeling away the paper.

"Early Christmas present?"

Derek glanced up at the voice.

Addison stood 6 paces away dressed head to toe in ivory. Straight legged ivory pants, form fitting ivory cashmere sweater, long woolen ivory trench, ivory leather gloves and ivory Jimmy Choo's.

Derek stared at her, realizing belatedly that she also had the baby with her. She looked rather angelic.

"What did you get?" Addison questioned, setting the baby carrier on the counter and pulling off her gloves.

"Pajama's," Derek replied automatically, he hadn't opened the box yet, but he didn't have to to know what was in it. He also didn't have to have an actual conversation to know that she was not happy about being at the hospital, and that she had probably waited not-happily at home before giving up and coming in.

"Pajama's?" Addison lifted James out of the carrier and smoothed her dress, "I love Christmas pajama's. I make it a point to always have new pajama's to wear to bed Christmas Eve."

Derek smiled and shook his head at her. For the last 15 Christmas's she had been buying him pajama's for an early Christmas present, and it went without saying that whatever she got him, she got to wear the top half of.

"Who are they from?"

Derek smirked, "My girlfriend bought them for me."

"Girlfriend?" Addison lifted the top off the box, "She has good taste."

They stood silently for a moment, Derek making a few faces at James and just thinking.

"This is ridiculous," he said finally.

"What?"

"Calling you my girlfriend. We've been together over 15 years, we were married for almost 12. We have a daughter..."

"What would you suggest then?"

Derek shrugged and gave her a pleading look.

She shook her head, "I told you I was never getting married again."

"So you remember that?"

She pursed her lips and glared.

"Well I was hoping that you would be over that by now."

She gave him a look and turned her attention to the baby squirming in her arms.

"Fine," Derek sighed, already regretting the next words out of his mouth, "So, what are you doing here?"

Addison looked up at him, "It's Christmas Eve."

"Yes," he sighed.

"Jameson's first Christmas Eve."

"Yes."

"I love Christmas Eve."

"As do I."

"It's my favorite day."

"Mine too."

"It's our daughters first Christmas Eve."

"Yes."

"And you are at the hospital."

"Yes."

"Derek! I hate when you do that. Stop saying 'yes'."

"Yes dear."

She hit him smartly on the arm, a smile playing on her lips. "It's Christmas Eve, I am wearing dry-clean only clothes while holding a drooling baby. My hair is done, my make up is done, I have not looked this good in months. Jameson is clean, she is wearing an adorable dress that she hates and she wants to spend Christmas Eve with her daddy. So you are going to shower, you are going to shave and you are going to put on clean clothes. Then you are going to eat the amazing Christmas dinner that I took great pains to cater and that I am going to reheat in the the microwave. Because it's Christmas Eve and we are going to be a family if it kills both of us."

"Microwaved turkey?" He smiled, "Just like our first Christmas in Seattle."

"That was because I hated you," Addison smiled back, falsely sweet.

"What's your excuse this year?"

"I hate you."

Derek shook his head, "If the labs come back clean I can be home in an hour."

"Will they come back clean?" she questioned pointedly.

"No."

"Then I guess we are all stuck here. On Christmas Eve."

"I'm sorry Honey, I am."

Addison looked away. Suddenly her eyes widened, "Hold the baby."

"What?"

"Hold the baby," Addison pushed James into his arms.

"Why?"

"Because my father can't punch you if you are holding his granddaughter," She brushed by him "Dad!"

"Cupcake," her father wrapped his arms around her, "Look at you."

"What are you doing here?"

"It's Christmas," he smiled at her and lovingly kissed her forehead, "You need to come home more."

Addison smiled, "I've been busy," she turned to Derek who was holding a wide eyed Jameson against his chest.

Addison's father cleared his throat, "Derek," he said gruffly.

Derek held out his hand awkwardly, "Ed... Edward... Mr. Montgomery... Sir."

Edward Montgomery stared at the outstretched hand and gave him a look not unlike Addison's look of general displeasure.

Derek withdrew his hand slowly and held out the baby like a peace offering.

Grandfather and Granddaughter studied each other for a moment.

"Hello there," Ed said softly, taking her out of Derek's arms. Jameson's eyes slowly filled with tears, "Hush now," he murmured softly, "I'm your Granddad. Yes." He smiled at her, "Wait until you see all the presents I bought for you. New York has the best toy stores. Just ask your Mommy. Would you like a pony?"

"He is trying to bribe her," Derek whispered to Addison, "He is trying to poison my own daughter against me."

"Oh my God! She is so big," Addison turned in surprise to see Izzie Steevens approaching as fast as her heels would let her, "Oh I haven't seen you since you were 2 days old. Merry Christmas Ed," she kissed the older man on the cheek and plucked the baby from his arms, "Ugh, Addison what are you feeding her."

"What are you doing here?" Addison asked, stunned, "How do you know know my dad?"

Mark kissed her on the cheek, "We are doing Christmas in Seattle and Izzie wanted to visit all her old haunts," He moved to shake Ed's hand, "What are you doing here old man?"

Ed didn't reply.

"Oh," Izzie murmured glancing at Addison.

"What?"

"Izzie?"

"Meredith!" Izzie deposited James into Addison's arms and ran over to Meredith.

"Meredith?" Ed questioned.

"She's a very nice girl," Mark replied, "Once you get past the lusty indiscretions. But I like that about her."

"Mark!" Addison exclaimed.

Derek took a step behind Addison, Ed was glaring at him, "Can I hold the baby?"

"Well the gang is all here!"

Addison and Derek spun around as yet another New Yorker joined them.

"It is freezing outside," Kimber kissed Addison on the cheek, "I almost quit smoking just so I could come inside. But then the frostbite set in and I couldn't feel my fingers anyway so I was fine. You have drool on your shirt," she smiled at Derek.

Addison was overwhelmed, "What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you hear? Seattle is the new Manhattan," Kimber moved and hugged Izzie, then glanced at Mark, "It's Christmas and I am in a giving mood," she smiled, "Truce."

"You just want people on your side."

"What side?" Addison questioned with a smile.

"Mark," Izzie warned.

Mark put his hands in his pockets, "So your here for Christmas?"

"What's going on?" Meredith whispered to Izzie.

"Nothing," Izzie said quickly, "Hey I bought pie. Would anyone like pie?"

"I would," Kimber spoke up.

"Do you know how much sugar is one of Izzie's pies?" Mark asked her.

"Was I talking to you?"

"Well you're doing a pretty good job of not talking to anybody else."

"Seriously? What is going on?" Addison questioned, her smile fading.

"I'll have some pie," Ed smiled at Izzie.

"Of course you want pie," Mark rolled his eyes.

"No one asked you," Kimber turned on Mark again, "Let the man have a piece of pie."

Meredith leaned closer to Derek, "What's going on?"

"Mer, this not the time for you to be talking to me," Derek smiled but didn't look at her.

"Excuse me?"

"My ex-father-in-law wants to murder me for cheating on his daughter and causing her a year of mental anguish, mostly because of you. The only thing stopping him is the fact that I am holding his granddaughter. I really don't want to push him over the edge so can we save the speculation and Christmas well-wishes until he is back on the east coast?"

"Fine," she crossed her arms.

"Thank you."

"But seriously," she glanced that the still bickering threesome, "What is going on?"

"That is what I want to know," Addison crossed her arms, "Listen," she paused, waiting for someone to acknowledge her. "Hey! What is going on?"

Everyone turned to stare at her.

"I'm glad your all here, I am. But what is going on?"

Everyone shifted uncomfortably.

"What?"

"Princess," Edward stepped forward and put his hands on his daughters shoulders, turning her slightly away from the group, "I need to tell you something."

Her brow furrowed, "Are you okay?"

He smiled, "I'm fine," he looked her in the eye, remembering briefly her first Christmas and how it didn't seem that long ago until he had seen her holding her own daughter, "I'm getting married."

Addison smiled at him indulgently, "Dad. Please. I think that I would get married again before you ever would."

"Addison," her father said quietly.

Addison stared for a moment, then turned to look at Mark and Izzie, "You knew?" She glanced at Kimber, "You knew?" She turned back to her father, "You... why didn't you..."

"Addison," Kimber said quietly.

"No," Addison held her hand up, "Dad," she refused to break eye contact with her father, "How could you not tell me? How could everyone else know? But you couldn't tell me?"

"Manhattan is a small town," Mark offered.

"Dad."

"I didn't want you to get hurt."

"Who..." Addison lip curled like it does when life isn't going her way.

"Me. He's marrying me."

Addison closed her eyes. That was the last person in the world that she wanted to hear saying those words.

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Ya.

I divided it into 2 parts, I'll post the rest tomorrow night after the episode.

Review. 'Cause I am in 'a mood' and believe me you WANT me to post the next chapter.