ER has a McCreamy. That is SO wrong. SO WRONG. Or Hilarious. I'm torn.

You know there is something very right about Taylor on the OC. I don't really watch the OC because when both Sandy and Kirsten shy away from perfectly good affairs in one season... something is wrong with that picture. I LOVE the music video's in Ryan's head. WHY AM I WATCHING THIS. I am horrified.

Oooo. Santa is giving me Sandy and Julie for Christmakuh.

I need a life.

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"In the summer," Marcello recounted, "The sky is as blue as the sapphire and the water is bluer," he smiled fondly, "My home is by the water. My padre built it for my madre because he said the ocean when it stormed was the same colour as her eyes. Gray and fiery but still beautiful. Bella," he smiled at Addison, "Like yours."

Addison smiled and looked away. She caught Derek's eye and gave him a sly wink.

He was standing just down the hallway, eavesdropping. He shook his head and shot Marcello a look, but continued writing up his charts.

"That is where the similarities end. She was a horribly, horribly ugly woman. Molto spaventosa."

Addison laughed, "Dr. Marcello!"

"Marcello. Please. We are not being doctors right now. We are being friends."

Addison shook her head, holding back her laughter, "I can't be friends with someone that says such horrible things about their mother."

"Then maybe we don't be friends."

Addison stared in surprise.

Derek glared.

Even the nurses took notice.

Marcello smiled and leaned towards her, "Perhaps then we be something else."

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ATTENTION SGH STAFF!

New Bet.

Dr. Marcello and Dr. Shepherd. I am going to go conservative and say that she has some control over her hormones and keeps her legs crossed until Saturday.

It also might be worth betting on how long it is before the other Dr. Shepherd kills Dr. Marcello. I would say just after his ex-wife uncrosses her legs. It's almost cute that he is still over protective.

We need to find him a new love interest. Maybe the new social worker with the transplant team.

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"Add?"

Addison looked up from her salad and met his eye. She smiled, "Yeah?"

Derek faltered and looked away, "You wouldn't..." he struggled for the words, "You would never try to keep her from me, would you?"

Addison's brow furrowed, "Of course not! Why would you... you're her father."

Derek nodded and went back to his lunch.

"Why would you..."

"Do you want to get a baby sitter tonight? Go out to dinner."

"Derek," Addison persisted, "Why would you ask me..."

"I already convinced Adele to take James for the evening..."

"Derek!"

"Addison," he smiled at her, "Do you want to go out or not?"

She stared down at her salad, poking at a tomato.

"Add..."

She glanced up. He was still smiling at her. She gave him a small smile in return, she couldn't help it, "Of course I want to go out."

Derek grinned, "So it's a date."

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Addison closed her chart. After awhile all pregnant women seemed the same, and it was wrong to wish for complications just so that she could keep them straight in her head. Not seeing any better options she decided to tune into the nurses conversation while she perused her charts.

"I wish I was one of those women that could just get pregnant when I want too," a nurse whined.

"You have only been trying a month," another nurse teased.

"It could be worse," a third spoke up, "You could be getting pregnant when you don't want to be."

There was silence, and someone cleared their throat awkwardly.

Addison smiled inwardly, they were talking about her.

"Well," the first nurse broke the silence, "I just want to get pregnant, and I want it to happen soon."

Addison looked up over the rims of her glasses, "Don't worry about it. It will happen," she looked back down, biting her cheek to keep from smiling, "We had to try for awhile before we conceived James."

Dead silence.

Addison turned a page in her chart.

"What finally worked?" the nursed asked tentatively.

Addison looked back up, smirked, took off her glasses and leaned over the counter towards them, "I don't know if this is true, but I read this article in med. school, and it claimed that strong orgasms increased your chances of conceiving," she put her glasses back on, "I doubt it's validity, but it's not something I am looking to refute."

"Yet another problem cured by the power of the female orgasm. Fantastico," came a smooth voice from Addison's left.

She froze, then slowly straightened up, "Mar... Dr. Marcello," she stammered.

He smiled at her, "I brought you a beverage," he walked closer, a bit to close, "The man at the caffè said it was the way into any beautiful american woman's heart."

Addison blushed, and accepted the drink.

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Her heels clicked purposefully on the tile as she headed to the locker room, she was meeting Derek in 10 minutes and this was the last thing she needed to do. She reached out to push open the door, "Dr. Marcello..."

Naked.

Smooth.

Tan.

Perfect.

And very naked.

"Oh my god," Addison spun around and faced the wall, her eyes clamped shut tightly, "I am so sorry."

Marcello chuckled.

"Umm..." Addison searched desperately for the reason why she had needed to see him, "I..."

"It is okay Addison," he assured her, addressing her only by her first name, "It is only skin. È completamente naturale."

"We are scheduled for a C-section on triplets at 11 am. Mother is arriving at 5 if you could be here."

"Of course," he replied smoothly.

"Okay," she breathed, her eyes still shut, "Thank you."

She groped for the handle, desperately wanting out of the room. A warm hand wrapped around hers and guided it to the handle and helping it turn.

"Thank you," she stammered.

"Of course," Marcello stepped back, smiling as the flustered Addison hit her shoulder, hard, on the door on her way out. He chuckled to himself and headed to the shower.

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"You're quiet," Derek observed taking a sip of his wine.

Addison smiled, "No, I'm not."

"You are," he teased, "Usually when we go out you never shut up and I can't get a word in edge wise. Tonight we are almost done the meal and you have yet to start your traditional twenty minutes tirade on what dessert your going to get."

Addison gave him a flirty smile, "Maybe I already know, or maybe there was nothing on the menu that I want."

Derek chuckled and they lapsed back into silence.

"Seriously Add, what's going on?"

"It's nothing."

"Addison."

"Okay, okay," she delicately wiped her mouth and set her napkin back down, "I walked in on Marcello, you know my shadow..."

"Tall, handsome, italian, in love with my... you. I'm familiar with him yes."

"He is not in love with me."

"He likes you."

"He has good taste," she replied cheekily.

"So you walked in..."

"I walked into the locker room. And he was standing there. Naked," she shook her head and took a drink of water, "I think it startled me more then it did him. All he said was that it was just skin."

"'Just skin?'" Derek swallowed hard.

"Mmm hmm," Addison took another bite of her dinner.

They lapsed into silence again.

Derek cleared his throat, "So was he... I mean... is he..."

Addison smirked, laughing a bit, but didn't look up, "You don't want to go there."

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"Did you have fun?" Derek whispered as the walked through the front door. The baby was asleep against his chest but there was really no danger in waking her up, it just seemed wrong to disturb the silence of the house.

"It was perfect," Addison grinned and kissed him lightly on the lips. She pushed the baby's hood away from her face and kissed her cheek, "Do you want to put her to bed?"

Derek nodded and pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek before heading to the nursery.

15 minutes later he walked wearily though the bedroom door. He had been up 32 hours. Taking Addison out had seemed more important then sleeping.

"Did she ever wake up?" Addison called from the bathroom.

"No," he replied, kicking of his shoes and stripping off his clothing down to his t-shirt and boxers. He threw all the nonessential pillows into the corner and slide gratefully between the sheets. He was already drifting off to sleep when Addison emerged from the bathroom.

"Sleepy?"

Derek nodded, burying himself deeper into his pillow.

"That's to bad..."

Derek resisted the urge to open his eyes. He was tired.

Five minutes past and Addison made no move on the other side of the room. Cursing himself he cracked open one eye, and groaned.

This is what they called being stuck between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand, he hadn't slept in a really long time and the alarm was going to go off sooner rather then later; on the other hand, the hand that was winning, Addison was standing 8 feet away wearing a long red silky nightdress just waiting for him to ravish her.

Addison smirked, amused, as she watched Derek fight his loosing battle. She rested one hand casually on the door frame and the other on her hip causing her curves to become more prominent, and breast-feeding was only doing good things to her figure.

Derek fell back against the bed, "I really need to get some sleep," he sighed regretfully.

Addison smiled, "Okay," she crossed the room and crawled into bed. Resting on one elbow she leaned over him and kissed him, suggestively, nibbling on his lower lip a moment before pulling away, "Good night," she murmured in a low tone before rolling back to her side of the bed and turned her face away.

Derek tossed and turned.

Tossed and turned.

And tossed and turned.

"Can't sleep?" she mused.

He didn't respond.

"Wish there was something I could do to help..." she rolled on to her side away from him.

" This is your fault," he said finally.

"My fault?"

"I was tired. I was almost asleep, and then you showed up in that."

She rolled over to face him, and narrowed her eyes, "Do you want me to take it off?"

"No!"

"Really?" She rolled back on to her back, trying to contain her smile.

"No. Wait..." he sighed, "Can we start over?"

"By 'start over' do you mean you're going to try to ignore me again but this time actually get to sleep?"

"Absolutely not," he rolled over and planted a soft kiss on her shoulder.

"I don't know," she faked a yawn, "Now I'm kind of tired."

"To bad," he kissed her shoulder again and then moved up her neck.

"Hey," she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I gave you an out when you were 'to tired'."

He smiled, kissing her hard, "I guess you're not so lucky."

She pulled him closer,"Guess not."

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You know what. I think that Marcello might like Addison. Just a feeling that I have. Jury is still out on how he feels about him, I think she might like him too. Maybe just a little.

Okay. Dudes. I watched to OC tonight. I need reviews. I also need suggestions. Cause I have about 7 different ways that I could make this fic go, and you aren't going to like any of them.

REVIEW.

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