So once again I find myself writing the authors note DURING the episode. Don't read this long note thing until you see the episode. I watched in early in Ca-NaDa. It is either spoilery, or just won't make sense. Although it probably won't make sense anyway.
A) Cris is doing the...whoa...sex...voice over. B)MerDer... and we are saved by Cristina. C) EW D)that was... the most laid back scene of multiple gruesome injuries ever. E) ahahaha... yes the doctors are hot, and please Dr.Playboy stop flirting with my WOMAN. F) okay, Richard/Shonda the LAST thing this show needs is another hand. Seriously.G) 3 words: Dab and Clean H) See, there is something about Meredith and Derek that remind of this teacher that lived my hometown who started dating one of his students. She was 17-18 and he was like 33. He wasn't her teacher, but he taught at her school. It was rather creepy, there were restraining orders and then he left his wife, bleached his hair blond and started dressing from American Eagle and hanging out at all-age clubs claiming he didn't know she would be there... I) damn Izzie... that's his MOTHER. but apparently Izzie and Louise are SOULMATES. J) CALLIE MY HERO, I think I just lived vicariously through her. K) so I have figured out the theme of this episode : telephone. you know the game when you whisper something and hope the same thing gets passed from person to person. L) Addison is getting allot of 'single-parent-tell-the-father-infidelity' storylines M) for serious, this show cannot handle another character, they are barely holding together the ones that they have, see note f,.N) I forgot how much I love Burke and Cristina together. They are like my back-up couple. They love and hate. Just like Addek. O) George... P)George... Q)Yang... you been TOLD. The other side of the table is like... somewhere where you exile people to... R) Where did Addison go... S)Cristina is going to do something stupid... T) I rather like that Meredith doesn't tell Derek anything and always chooses her friends U)Squealer V) Ew... EWWWWW WTF. What was that. If she sinks so low as to sleep with him, how will she live with herself. How will she walk around with her head held high? She'll have to move to Dallas. I liked Dallas. The show. I love SueEllen. W)ewww X) And I am coupleless. Seriously. Y) I want to make it to Z. Z)preview: What is behind that door? CTV never tells you ANYTHING.
Read the chapter. It's Christmasy goodness.
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"He wants to marry KIMBER!" Addison raged, "Kimber!"
Derek was unsure of what to say. It had taken him 3 floors to catch up with her and 5 corridors to calm her down to her present furious state.
"He cannot marry her!"
"If they love each other..."
"Love each other? They can't love each other. She's my best friend. He's my father."
"Addison, it's not up to you..."
"Derek! They want to get married! Think about who we are talking about. Kimber. Kimber is... Kimber. She sleeps with everyone. She dated all of the Yankee outfielders at the same time. And then then the next week she dated the Mets pitcher and all the basemen. She can't marry my father. He is... God, Derek! She is my best friend. If he has to get married can't he marry one of his day-of-the-week gold digging blonds? They look good at charity event, photogenic. Where did they all go? They buy nail polish to match their cell phones, that's something I look for in a stepmother. Oh God. Kimber is going to be my stepmother."
"They fell in love."
"No, they didn't"
"They want to be together."
"No they don't."
"They do. Why fly to Seattle if they didn't," Derek's head was spinning and he prayed that what was coming out of his mouth sounded calm and comforting. 'Cause all he could think was that Ed and Kimber wanted to get married and it was making his skin crawl.
"Does she hate me? First she sleeps with my husband."
Derek's jaw dropped, "You know about that?"
"Of course I know about that. You slept with my BEST FRIEND!"
"We weren't married," Derek replied defensively.
"Oh my god, she is sleeping with my father."
"We hadn't even met yet!"
"My best friend is sleeping with my father!"
"Mistletoe," Kimber informed them lightly, approaching slowly from down the hall.
They glanced at each other, neither wanting to end the argument they were both sure they were winning for the sake of holiday tradition.
Addison's mouth twitched and she narrowed her eye's slyly.
She leaned forward and lightly pressed her lips to his, just barely running the tip of her tongue over his lower lip. Then she pulled away so slightly that their lips were practically still touching.
Instinctively he inched closer to kiss her again, but she took a step back.
He glared.
She raised an eyebrow, daring him to continue to disagree with her.
Derek narrowed his eye, "I'm leaving," he informed her, depositing James in her arms. He turned to Kimber, "She is all yours."
"Derek!"
"Maybe, if you let me kiss you properly..." He shrugged turning a corner.
Addison barely glanced at Kimber before storming by.
Kimber followed slowly. She saw Addison slam the door to one of the on-call rooms and slowed her approach even more. She stood outside the door for a count of 100, did a calming exercise and talked herself into another count of 100. As she reached 400 she slowly pushed the door open.
Addison didn't look up from the rocking chair in the corner, simply tightened her grip on her baby and prayed that James would finish her supper quickly so that she could escape. She cursed herself for not locking the door.
"I was never able to picture you with a baby. I was surprised when you told me you were pregnant, I didn't think that it was something that you wanted, every other time you bordered on manic depressive. But with her... you were so happy. Now I don't think that I could picture you without her. Although this," she gestured to them, "Is a little more mother/daughter love then I ever wanted to see."
Addison refused to look at her.
"It was my idea not to tell you. He was ready to call you up after our first date, I asked him not too."
Addison turned her head away.
"I know what I'm like. I don't exactly discriminate when it comes to men. I don't have any clear cut criteria when it comes to who I involve myself with. I slept with all the foreign members of that pretentious quartet during their 2 day stop in New York. I don't even remember the name of the group."
"Il Divo," Addison supplied venomously, "And you don't remember their given names either, and they are all foreign. You brought a couple to Derek's birthday dinner."
"One is from Missouri, or somewhere equally as uninteresting. And one was named Carlos. And one," Kimber smiled to herself, "Had the cutest little..."
"Kimber!" Addison exclaimed, "God! Just get out. Go back to New York. I don't want you here."
Kimber's face fell. She turned to leave, then changed her mind and sat down near Addison. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "But I love him. I wouldn't risk hurting you, or loosing you, if I didn't. I love him. I can't imagine not being with him. It's simply inconceivable."
Addison had fallen back into a stubborn silence.
"It's like you an Derek."
Addison scoffed, "It's nothing like me and Derek. Derek and I choose to love each other. We fight everyday to make our relationship work. We can picture ourselves apart. We know that we can survive without each other. We've done it. We've been apart. We've been with other people. We've been happy with other people. We've loved, other, people. And we know that we could do it again. And it's terrifying Kimber. Terrifying. Whatever hormonal rush you have going on with my father is nothing like what Derek and I have," She stood and unceremoniously dropped James into Kimber's arms, "We have her. That's it. She's all we have. We fight and complain and bitch at each other 98 percent of the time, but in the 2 percent of the time that we love each other exponentially more then we hate each other, we made her. And she is perfect. And it makes the 98 percent of the time when we hate each other just a little bit more then we love each other completely worth it and perfect. And..."
"And you would rather fight with him then with anyone else?"
Addison spun to face her father.
"Princess, I know this is hard on you."
"Hard?" Addison demanded pulling her sweater over her head, "Moving to Seattle to work with Meredith Grey was hard. Leaving my husband was hard. Labour was hard. This, this is impossible," Addison turned and eyed Kimber play with the baby.
Kimber lifted James gently into the air, smiled at her and slowly brought her back down, "Do you think that James would like an aunt or uncle to play with?" she mused.
Addison glared at her, snatched the baby out of her arms and stormed from the room.
"I really shouldn't have said that," Kimber sighed.
"She has allot to process right now."
Kimber gave him a halfhearted smile.
"Darling, would you like some coffee?"
"Is it Irish?" she questioned with a smile, rising and crossing the room.
"For you, I will make it what ever kind of coffee you want it to be."
"Just for me?" she teased.
"Just for you," he replied engulfing her hand in his and kissing the top lightly.
"Addison's main concern," Kimber said lightly, as they made their way to the elevators "Seems to be my sordid history with men. She has said nothing of course about your long succession of blonds dating back to the mid sixties."
"Early seventies," he chastised with a smile.
"Pardon me," she smiled, "But you would think that the fact that I am neither leggy nor blonde would be a consolation to her."
"Your somewhat leggy."
"But I am not, nor will I ever be, blond."
Edward smirked.
"And she has been pestering me for years to 'settle down'. The one time in my life that I listen to her, and she stops talking to me."
"I think she expected you fall for an italian back-up dancer."
"Back-up dancer? Ed, you know I only go for the leading men."
"So I'm a 'leading man'?"
"You have a certain Sean Connery-meets- Humphrey Bogart flair."
"You do have a thing for Bogart."
"Mmmm," she grinned.
"Kimber!"
Kimber turned at the sound of her name.
"I thought you were with Addison?" Derek questioned while maintaining a great deal of distance between himself and Edward Montgomery.
"She is avoiding me," Edward supplied, tightening his grip on Kimber's hand, "So," he cleared his throat, "Perhaps you could talk to her."
"Me? No." he shook his head, "The best thing I could do for her right now is take her home."
"Derek," Edward growled.
"I should go," Kimber smiled sweetly, "I don't want to get blood on my new shoes. Besides, Christmas is just too stressful a time to cut back on the nicotine."
The men watched her sweep away, Kimber hardly ever just walked.
"Derek?"
Derek looked over to see Izzie standing with Mark who was holding his daughter. He sighed with relief, he did not want to be left alone with Edward just yet.
"Addison asked me to give these to you," Izzie handed him the baby carrier and diaper bag, "And this," she took a sleeping James out Marks arms and placed her in Derek's, "And now we are leaving," she smiled, "Merry Christmas."
"Where is she?"
Izzie shrugged, "She appeared, handed me the baby, and disappeared again. She seemed angry. You should try talking to her."
Goodbyes exchanged, Derek felt his stomach clench as he and Edward were once again alone.
Edward turned back to Derek and stared at him evenly "You're a father now."
"Yes Sir."
"Imagine that your daughter is all grown up," Edward crossed his arms over his chest, "And you've walked her down the aisle and handed her over to a man that has promised to take care of her and love her, always. Your little girl. The most precious thing you have. Now imagine that that man that you trusted with your precious baby girl has hurt her. Broke her heart. Betrayed her. What would you say to this man?"
Derek held her daughter a bit tighter, "Nothing," he looked up, "I would just kill him."
Edward nodded, "So imagine how difficult it is for me to ask you this favor. I love my baby girl. I hate that she is hurting, I hate myself for making her hurt. But I love Kimber. So I am asking you to talk to her. Our differences aside. I need you to talk to her, convince her to talk to me."
Derek nodded dumbly.
Edward held out his hand, and they shook hands firmly.
"I love Addison," Derek said quietly.
Edward shook his head, "Then how do you live with yourself?"
Derek saw a flash of ivory out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't be sure it was her, but he followed it anyway, not even saying good bye.
To his surprise he found her on-call room empty. He was sure that he had seen her come in here. He sat down in the corner and set the baby in her carrier on the table in front of him. He watched her sleep, waiting for Addison to show up.
He stood as the door swung open. He had barely taken 2 steps before she wrapped her arms around his neck. Instinctively his arms encircled her, crisscrossing her back, one resting on her ribs, the other on the curve of her neck.
"I hate everyone," she sighed, "It's Christmas Eve, and I just hate everyone," she took a step back, "Can we just like each other for the rest of the day? And maybe tomorrow?" she pouted, pleading, "We can hate each other again on boxing day."
"We are flying to my mom's boxing day," he smiled at her, arms still around her waist.
"We can fight on the plane," she smiled, "Truce?" she held up her pinky finger.
"Truce," he hooked his pinky finger around hers, then pulled her hand closer so that he could kiss it.
She wrapped her arms around his neck once again and kissed him hard on the lips. He could taste red wine on her lips.
He let her kiss him for a moment, then pulled away, "Have you been drinking?"
"It was suppose to be for Christmas dinner," she nipped lightly at his lower lip, "but then my father decided he wants to marry my best friend. My best friend that is an entire 16 days younger then me," she kissed him again, "So I felt entitled to the bottle," she smiled as she kissed him again, slowly, demanding that he forget all about all the people she currently hated, and succumb to her pushing him towards the bed.
"And now you want me to take advantage of your drunken state?"
"Derek," she pushed him down, "For having consumed an entire bottle of wine, I am agonizingly sober."
Things didn't go as she planned. Her zipper got stuck, almost causing a full on war during the 2 minutes they fought with it, trying everything from holding her breath, laying on her back and holding her tummy in while Derek pulled as hard as he could, Derek even tried his teeth but only managed to break off the tag. Then her watch got caught in his hair. Then there was a very tense 7 seconds when Addison heard her father in the hall looking for her, she'd pulled away from Derek with almost superhuman strength and stumbled to the door, locking it, just seconds before someone tried to open it. She limped back to the bed having banged her shin and stubbed her toe in her rush, and kissed him wantonly to prevent them both from laughing out loud.
Afterwards, she lay back, pulling Derek down to rest on top of her, wanting to feel his weight on her. He shifted, moving slightly to the side so she'd be more comfortable. He lay his head down on the pillow beside hers, occasionally closing the mere inches between then and kissing her. Mostly he watched her. She ran her fingers though his hair, twisting it around her fingers and gently massaging his scalp her other hand running lazily up and down his arm.
"Do you want to leave town for Christmas?" he asked her finally, his fingers trailing up and down the curve of her hip, occasionally tangling with the fabric of the sweater she was still wearing.
"And go where?"
"The mountains. There's snow there. We'll leave from here. Just you, me, the baby, some of that microwaved turkey and those pajama's"
Addison laughed, "I'd like that."
"Yeah?"
She nodded.
"You know, I got you a chalet for Christmas," he whispered.
"What?"
"An all-season chalet, " He intertwined her fingers with his, "There is a lake with a dock, and in the summer you can swim and fish, we can get a canoe. And in the winter there is snow and a great big stone fireplace, so when James is older we can just throw her outside to make snowmen, and we can spend all afternoon making love in front of it."
"That is a pretty good Christmas present."
"Well, you have to share," he kissed her,"And you have to talk to your Dad."
"Derek," she groaned, pushing him off of her and climbing off the bed.
"Sweetheart," he rolled onto his back, "He's your father. He is so desperate to make things right with you that he was willing to put aside his differences with me. We shook on it."
Addison glanced at him in surprise, she was now struggling to get her zipper back up.
"Okay," Derek stood up and reached for his pants, "Did you miss the part with the making love in front of the fireplace up in the mountains?"
"You can't bribe me."
"I told your father that I would go talk to you. You have to talk to him or he is going to murder me."
"We didn't talk. I really don't think that this is what my father had in mind when he asked you to talk to me."
"We all have our preferred methods of communication. Addison, he loves you, and for whatever reason he loves Kimber. He loves Kimber enough that he flew to Seattle to ask for your blessing. You have to talk to him."
Addison sighed, "Well, I was going to anyway."
"And I was going to take you to the mountains anyway."
She leaned over and kissed him almost as an after thought, pulling away slowly when she heard the baby gurgling and chattering to herself, "How long has she been awake?"
"Hopefully just a few minutes," he smiled and smoothed out her hair, "Get out of here."
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"Dad?"
Her father turned to look at her, worry evident on his face.
"Promise me that you love her?"
"Promise," he said sincerely, "Promise me that you love him."
She smiled, "Promise."
"Good," he pulled her into his arms, "Oh, I missed you little girl."
"I missed you too."
He pulled away his hands on her shoulders, "Were you a good girl this year?"
Addison smirked, "Better then I was the years before."
Edward chuckled, "Merry Christmas," he handed her a small box.
Addison grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye as she opened it.
"They were your mothers weddings rings. In case you ever decide to marry that degenerate moron again."
"I won't," she laughed.
"That's my girl."
"Well," Kimber's voice floated from down the hall, "Now that we are one big happy family again, can we leave? The Mark wannabe is lurking under the mistletoe trying to pick up lusty interns. It was only fun the first 3 times he caught her."
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"Do you like it?" Derek asked, dangling the locket in front of the baby. She was propped up in the crook of his arm, looking back and forth between the jewelry and his face, "See, and you open it up... and look. There is you and Mommy when you where just a few hours old, and this one is me and Mommy the day we got married. Isn't that pretty? Ya? I thought that you'd like that. My girls always like jewelry. And you're my girl, aren't you pumpkin? You're my girl," he reached over to her diaper bag and pulled out a picture book, "Has Mommy read this to you yet?" He slipped his reading glasses on, he only wore them when reading to her, if he held the book far enough away to read without them she couldn't see the pictures. He flipped open the book and started reading in a voice barely above a whisper,"'T'was the Night Before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in there beds, While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads," he paused, "That's what you look like," He kissed the top of her head, "You don't look like a pumpkin, your dressed all in purple. You're a Sugarplum."
"Derek?"
Derek glanced up to see Meredith standing at the door.
"The labs on the Matthews boy came back normal. He'll be fine until after the holidays."
"That's good news. He can go home for Christmas," he smiled at James who was attempting to get his attention back, reaching in vain to grab his glasses.
Meredith nodded. She looked at him oddly, "You look like a 'Dad'."
"Thank you," Derek smiled, he had never received a better compliment.
Meredith shook her head and sauntered away.
"Let's go," Addison burst into the room already wearing her jacket and carrying his, "You owe me a fireplace."
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Debbie Blog
IT'S SNOWING!!!
Lots of fun stuff happened today.
Most entertaining: Addison Shepherd. Hands down. That woman is amazing. I have never seen anyone accomplish so much while holding a baby in one arm. But today took the cake. She opened a bottle of wine with one hand, holding the baby in the other (and I don't know where she buys that baby's clothes but that was the most adorable Christmas dress I have ever seen. Dark purple plaid.). I am still not sure HOW she did it. But I know WHY she did it. Her father is engaged to her best friend from New York (by the way, glad she is gone again. I've never met anyone so noisy before in my life).
Turns out something happened between the best friend and Derek at one point too. Not sure when, they lowered their voices, but Addison was yelling about her husband sleeping with her best friend. Seems to have been a theme in their marriage.
So Addison drank half the bottle before handing the baby off to Izzie Steevens and Mark Sloan. Looks like James is spending Christmas with them. I always suspected that he was her father. I still don't know why Addison was at the hospital though, she wasn't working, not checking on patients. Just drinking and yelling.
As always, the mistletoe provided endless entertainment (and every year Richard says it's the last year we are hanging it. Scrooge). There was an incredibly awkward kiss between the Shepherds, but the real amusement was the 2nd year residents. Grey and Karev must have 'bumped-in-to' each other at least half a dozen times. And someone should inform them that a quick peck is all that tradition requires, displays like that are better saved for the on-call rooms. This is why we have to have dress-down-fridays instead of the 'kissing booth' to raise money for charity.
Merry Christmas!
Debbie
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And all the daddy's and daughters are good. And Derek was guilt tripped again.
I forget what happens next. There might be a british guy.
Review and spread the joy of Christmas.