A/N: Thanks to everyone for all the awesome reviews so far! I really hope you like this chapter. It's not one of my favorites, but we'll let you decide on that one. Please review! I'm supposed to be working on a journal about Twelve Angry Men for English, but since writing this is much more interesting, I'm blowing it off for now. Seriously, you should feel special right about now : )

If you're thinking things couldn't get any worse…they did.

The doorbell rang.

George went to answer it.

Derek and Addison stepped through the threshold.

And my world came crashing down.

Hannah looked around the room, stopping to stare at each of us. I was scared—that's right, scared—of what she was going to do. It's not like I wanted to keep secrets from her, because I didn't. But it's hard to let your emotions free when all you've been trying to do is keep them bottled up inside for her sake.

She looked at Meredith and I, her eyes full of rage and anger. She turned around and saw Addison and Derek standing before her and her eyes immediately changed from angry to happy.

"Uncle Derek!" she exclaimed. "Aunt Addie!"

"Hey, Peanut! I've missed you," Derek said, scooping her into a hug.

"How are you, sweetie?" Addison asked.

"Horrible," Hannah said.

"Horrible? What's wrong, honey?" Addison questioned.

Hannah broke down and began to cry. "Everything. Mom and dad are gone. And Izzie and Meredith have secrets. And I miss New York. And I miss Ally. And…and…everything's just so different," she said, sobs racking her body.

I didn't know what to do. Do I help her or do I let Addison and Derek handle it? And if I do let them handle it, will they be able to control her?

"Oh, Peanut. Come here," Derek said, his arms open to catch Hannah. He hugged her closely and kissed the top of her head as she cried into his shoulder. Addison came over and joined the hug, attempting to soothe Hannah.

I, instead of watching Hannah, watched Addison. She looked at Hannah as if she was her own child. She truly loved her, and as much as she seemed to resent Derek at the moment, it didn't matter—Hannah needed them together. Any more change and Hannah would be driven to insanity.

Meredith couldn't take it anymore and walked out of the room. George followed her to make sure that everything was alright. I just sat there, entirely unsure of what to do.

I thought that Addison would come over alone. I didn't even think that she and Derek were speaking after Mark had shown up a few days ago and Derek found out how their alleged one night stand lasted much longer than one night.

I saw that Derek whispered something in Addison's ear before she began to walk towards me.

"Would you mind if Derek took her out for a bit while we catch up?" she asked. "I don't know what's going on with her, but Derek's usually the one that gets through to her."

"Sure, he can take her out. I'm guessing it'll probably make her feel better to be around him right now."

Addison nodded. "I'm sure it will."

Derek and Hannah both stood up. Derek waved to me and ushered Hannah out the door.

Meredith walked back into the living room after hearing the door open and shut, but when she saw that Addison was still here, she walked back into the kitchen.

"Grey, you don't have to be scared of me," Addison shouted to her.

"I'm not," she shouted back.

"Then why can't you bear to be in the same room as me. If anything, I should be walking away from you."

She came to the doorway. "Then why don't you?"

Addison sighed. "I have no reason to. Not anymore, at least."

"Why?" she asked.

"It's, um, it's over. Me and Derek. We signed the divorce papers earlier. So, he's all yours now. You won. Happy?"

Meredith walked further into the room. "No, I'm not happy. Addison, I don't hate you. I shouldn't hate you. You didn't do anything to hurt me. All you did was try to win your husband back and you had every right to do that. If I should hate anyone, it should be Derek. He's the one who lied to me. He's the one who let it get too far when he knew he was married," Meredith said.

"That's touching, Grey. Really, it is," Addison said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "But I know that you're just going to go right back to him. Or he's going to go right back to you. Either way, it'll be a slap in the face for me. And either way, I'm probably not going to end up happy."

Meredith sighed. "I'm trying to be nice here, I really am. What more do you want from me?"

"Nothing, Meredith. I want nothing more from you."

Meredith scoffed and ran upstairs, George following closely behind her. I sat on the couch throughout the entire argument, once again, unsure of what to do.

Addison broke the silence. "I'm sorry you had to see that. It's just been a stressful day, to say the least." She paused. "May I have something to drink—preferably something strong?"

"Sure. We have tequila, so I can make margaritas. Will that work?"

Addison smiled. "Yeah, that'll work. Thank you."

I got up and made margaritas for Addison and myself. I brought them back into the living room and found Addison rummaging through her bag for the photo albums she brought with her.

"Thanks," she said as she took the drink I handed to her. She took a sip, licked her lips, and said, "It's good."

I smiled and took a sip. "Thanks."

She placed her drink on the coffee table. "Okay, so I guess we should get started. I have tons of pictures and scrapbooks from Jayden's apartment, so what do you want to see first?"

"Why don't we start from the beginning and work our way up."

"Sounds like a plan." She grabbed a scrapbook that said Hannah through the Years on the cover. She opened it to the first page and placed the book between us. My eyes started to tear as I looked at the first photo. It was taken right after she was born, and she was cradled in my arms, fast asleep. I was looking down at her, a beaming smile on my face.

"I can't believe this is in here," I said.

Addison smiled. "It's one of Hannah's favorites. She loves the few pictures she has of you."

I smiled. Maybe we'd get through this.

We finished looking through the scrapbooks after an hour and a half and one margarita too many for Addison. We spent the remaining time talking about Hannah and how we could help her.

"I just hope Derek didn't fuck up and tell her about the divorce. I mean, she's gone through so much and I don't want to confuse her any more than she already is. And I really hope he didn't mention Meredith to her. Actually," Addison giggled, "I wouldn't care if she didn't like Meredith."

"Yeah, well I would. It'd be hell living with the two of them if she knew."

Addison hiccupped. "Good point." She paused for a moment. "I love how civil Derek and I are. We're being civil for Hannah. Like…we drove in the same car over here and we didn't fight once. Impressive, isn't it?"

"That's great, Addison," I said, laughing at what she had said. "But I think it's time to get you home. Or at least get you some coffee."

"Coffee? Perfect! Lemme help you," she said, attempting to stand up. She wobbled over and fell back down. "Okay, maybe I don't want to help you. I like the couch. The couch is nice. It's soft," she said, feeling the fabric, "and pretty, and…"

I left her there, talking to the couch, while I made her a cup of coffee. I was debating on whether or not I should call her a cab, but then I wondered where she would go. She's obviously not going back to the trailer with Derek, but where was she staying? I realized I'd better let Derek handle it. He'd probably seen drunk-Addison numerous times in the past. She did say they were being civil about the whole divorce, so I didn't see this as a problem.

I came back into the living room, coffee in hand, and passed it along to Addison. She downed the cup within five minutes and we chatted until Derek and Hannah came home.

Around 9:45, I heard the door open and saw them come inside. Hannah, without saying anything, came over to me and engulfed me in a hug.

"I'm sorry," she whispered in my ear as she hugged me. A small tear escaped from her eye.

I scooted over so she could sit in-between Addison and I. "What're you sorry for?"

"My behavior…again. And…everything. I am so sorry, Izzie," she told me.

I pulled her in for another hug while she started to cry again. "It's okay, sweetie. I understand."

Addison gave Hannah a hug, gathered her things, and began to walk over to Derek. She stumbled and fell right into his arms. Looking up at him, she said, "Hi, McDreamy."

He just stared at her. "You're drunk," he said with a smile.

"I am not!" she protested.

He shook his head. "Let's get you home. Where're you staying, anyway?"

She shrugged.

"A hotel?" Derek asked.

"Yes! That's it," she said.

"Which one?" he asked her.

She shrugged again. "I dunno!" She paused. "Why don't we drive around until I find it?"

Derek sighed. "Whatever. Just don't puke in my car, okay?"

"'Kay," she said, stumbling towards the door.

Derek came over and gave Hannah a hug goodbye and whispered I love you, Peanut in her ear.

Then, Derek looked at me, straight in the eyes, and said, "Tell her."

"Seriously?"

He nodded. "Seriously." He paused. "Goodnight, girls."

Hannah and I both said, "Goodnight."

I'm guessing he helped Addison get out to the car and drove her around until she recognized what hotel she was staying at. I think she was too drunk to remember much of anything, but you never know.

Miracles can happen.

Things can change.

People can learn to accept these changes, too.

Maybe telling her wouldn't be such a bad idea after all.

A/N: I need your help! Do you want me to keep this story in Izzie's point of view or should I write it in the third person? If you want to get a more in depth view of the possible future relationships in this story, you'll probably want it in the third person. Please let me know in your review.

And now, for my favorite question: What pairings, if any, would you like to see in this? I know which pairings I'd like, but I'd like to know what you guys want to see, too. Tell me in your review! I need to know what you'd like to see so I can write the next chapter, so this is kind of urgent. THANKS!