I know, it's been FOREVER. And really, the only reason I am updating is cause I am not going to be around for awhile. I am going home for Christmas...

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2 days had past in near silence. It was getting to the point that everything was irritating. He breathed to loud, she tapped her fingers to much. He hogged the blankets, she always drank the last of the milk. He never remembered to feed the bird, she babied McDreamy.

And they were doing these things on purpose, Derek skipped the last twenty minutes of his favorite program in order to get to bed first and monopolize the blankets, and it had taken Addison four glasses that morning to drain the last carton of milk.

But other then that they were pretending that nothing was unusual. Everything was routine. Just quieter and more hostile.

Addison stared unseeingly at the wall. She had to remember to buy milk in the morning, and they both had dry cleaning that had been waiting to be picked up for over a week. She had some cards to mail too, she'd have to remember to put those in her purse in the morning.

""Are you close?"

She turned her head slightly so she could almost see his face, "Yeah." She closed her eyes and willed herself to focus.

Derek squeezed his eyes shut. Girls. In bathing suits. Bikini's. Tiny ones. In the sun. With oil. Rubbing the oil on themselves. And each other. Focus Derek.

Addison narrowed her eyes. There was a huge spider web in that corner. Did Jane ever clean... "Derek," she sighed, "This isn't going to happen?"

"What?" he questioned distractedly.

"I'm not going to... " she sighed again, "It's just not going to happen for me."

He shifted slightly and repositioned one of her legs.

"No, Derek," she started to move away, "That's just making my leg cramp."

"Fine," he rolled over, facing away from her and closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, without much feeling.

Derek didn't reply.

She sighed, stared at his back for a moment, then rolled her eyes, "Well, do you want me too.."

"No," he cut her off in annoyance.

"I was just offering. Just because I'm not going to doesn't mean that you..."

He turned on her, "Most women would just fake it then go to sleep. Why do you feel this compulsive need to be honest and talk about everything?"

She glared at him then gave the blankets a sharp tug, taking them with her to her side of the bed.

They lay in stoney silence.

"So are we going to pretend like nothing happened with Mar... like nothing happened, or are you going to hate me for another few days then get over it?"

Derek didn't reply.

"Good the silent treatment," she muttered sarcastically, "It's only slightly less annoying then when you talk."

"So now you're mad at me for being mad at you?"

"I'm not mad at you."

"I'm not mad at you."

"You seem like you're mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you."

"Fine."

"Okay."

Addison crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the ceiling.

"I should be mad at you."

"Then why aren't you mad at me."

"I don't have the energy."

"So it's inconvenient for you to be mad at me. You can't be bothered."

Derek was silent.

"You should be mad at me."

"Yes, I should."

"Then would you please just get mad."

"I don't want to get mad at you."

"Why?"

"Addison. I am trying to sleep."

They were silent for a full 5 minutes.

"You're mad at me."

"I am not mad at you."

"Yes you are."

"I'm nor."

"You are."

"If you don't let me go to sleep, yes Addison, I will be mad at you."

Addison sighed and glared at the ceiling.

"I can practically hear you pouting."

"I'm not pouting."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"Addison," He sat up and turned to face her, "I am not mad at you."

"Yes you are." she insisted, propping herself up on her elbows.

"I don't have any reason to be mad at you." he rationalized, unconvincingly, "Because he kissed you. Right?"

"Right," she replied slowly.

"It would have been nice if you had tried to stop him..."

"I did..."

"You didn't!" he exclaimed, "You didn't Addison! I was standing right there! You had two free hands. Not once did you try to push him away! Not once did you tell him to stop!"

"I did," she repeated tearfully.

"I was right there!"

"I asked him to stop," she said quietly, "He just didn't."

Derek's jaw clenched,"So he harassed you? Forced himself on you?"

"Derek. Please..."

"No you wanted me to get mad. I got mad. Just tell me who I am suppose to get mad at."

"I don't know!" she cried, "I was just talking, and then he was kissing me and I couldn't move and he called me Adda and I told him not to and..."

"You told him to not kiss you or not to call you Adda?"

"What?"

"Did you.."

"Both. I said no to both," she insisted, "Derek, I swear."

He stared at her a long moment, "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah," he lay back down.

She watched him apprehensively.

"It's fine," he assured her tersely, "Come here." He reached out and gently pulled her over by her elbow.

She lay stiffly against his chest, "Derek?"

"It's okay," he assured her, resting the palm of his hand on her hair and staring a the ceiling, "He kissed you. It wasn't you fault.You were shocked," he swallowed hard, "It was just one kiss and you did nothing to encourage..."

Addison pulled away, "We have to be at work early," she turned on her side away from him.

He stared at her, shocked and appalled, then turned on his side away from her too.

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Tell me something I don't know

Cos' these streets ain't paved with gold

but vanity won't release me

Because every town I pass through keeps reminding me o' plans we used to share

So long fools

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"I want you to tell me exactly what happened."

Addison glanced around, "Where are you?" she asked gripping her phone tightly.

"Tell me."

"Meet me somewhere."

"I don't want to see you."

"Derek..."

'What happened?"

"I don't know..."

"He kissed you before?"

She was silent.

But he understood, "You kissed him."

"Just once," she said quietly.

"WHY!?!" he exclaimed, "Why?"

She held the phone away from her ear and moved down the hall. He was nearby. She could hear him, "I don't know," she murmured as she pushed open the door to a break room, "I'm sorry."

He glanced at her, then turned away, "Why do you do this?" he demanded, "Why do you have to sabotage us every time?"

Her jaw dropped, "Me?" she slammed the door shut behind her, "I sabotage us? I didn't leave me in New York in the middle of the night to sleep with interns."

"No. You just choose to stay in New York with Mark instead of coming out here with me."

"I came!"

"When you got tired of Mark. That's what you do. You get tired of someone and move on."

She smirked, "I wouldn't talk."

He glared at her, "I have to go to New York."

She crossed her arms over her chest, "This feels familiar."

"I have to work," he informed her tersely, "Do you think that you could keep your hands to yourself until I get back?"

She entire body stiffened. She was insulted. She glared at him and yanked open the door, "I will if you will."

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