Just A second chapter 3:

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I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me, And I can almost see, through the dark there is light

Addison stood outside Derek's house, a bottle of tequila in her hands dressed in nothing more than the shirt he had gotten her 3 months ago and a pair of denim hot pants, with her hair in a messy bun with strands dangling down. With the rain pouring down on top of her, tears slipping down her cheeks at any chance she had. She had already tried Callie's house but all her family was out and Derek's was the closest house she could think of without having to walk too far in bare feet, even after stepping in several pieces of glass, she couldn't feel the pain.

Taking another swig of tequila, she winced as the alcohol slipped down her throat. Knocking slightly against the door she waited for someone to answer the door hoping to God that it was Derek.

"Addison?" She didn't even hear the door open, looking up at Derek; she closed her eyes trying to stop herself from crying even more. "What's wrong?" He had never seen her like this, he had seen her break down in tears several times but this was nothing compared to them.

"Mom…" Addison sniffed out. "She has cancer." Addison suddenly burst out into tears again, the pain hitting her again, she couldn't understand it. It didn't feel right. She just wanted to wake up and found out it had all been a dream.

"Addison." He pulled her into his arms, noticing her feet bleeding and she was soaked through. Picking her up he carried her inside the house, glad that he was alone. He didn't want his sisters or parents to see Addison like this. Placing her down on the sofa, he just held her in his arms, rocking her back and forth slowly, trying to get her to calm down, he couldn't talk to her like this and he couldn't stand seeing her hurt like this.

Kissing her forehead, he pulled her hair out of the bun it was in, running his fingers through her hair. "You need to get changed. I'll go and get you something." Her felt Addison nod against his chest. Sitting her back against the sofa he quickly got her one of his shirts finding a pair of her sweats in his bedroom. It was all he had that would fit her, rushing back down, he didn't want to leave her alone to long with a bottle of tequila, a drunk but sad Addison was someone he didn't like being around, mostly because he couldn't stand her hurting as he felt most of her pain.

"Derek?" Addison's voice was sore and hurting which hadn't gone down well with the alcohol she had drunk.

"Yeah." He rushed into the living room, after hearing her shout him, with the extra clothes in his hands. "You want some help getting changed?" He asked after not getting a reply of the red head. Watching her as she nodded, he placed the clothes on the arm of the sofa. Pulling off her top, her kept eye contact with Addison who was just staring into space, not really caring about what was going on and her mind set on her mother.

After helping Addison get changed he wasn't sure what to do, he hadn't been in the situation Addison was in and he knew the bond she had with her mother. It was stronger than any other mother/daughter relationship he had seen. Pulling her against him, she rested her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"She doesn't deserve this. She's a good person. She never done anything wrong." Addison whispered, curling up on the sofa. The way his hand was running down her hair was soothing.

"I know, she's been fine, hopefully they've caught it early enough, and you're safe. You can stay here tonight if you want." Derek whispered, kissing her forehead. He couldn't be mad at her when she was going through this, she just looked so weak, so hurt, so un-Addison. He couldn't stand him, and it helped that he turned up on his doorstep. Feeling Addison nod against his chest he let out a breath.

"I hope so." Addison replied, tightening her grip on Derek. She felt safe, warm, cared for. It felt right being in his arms again; she didn't understand how she had nearly given this up for Mark. Mark who would have just left her, who wouldn't be holding her now. He wouldn't care like Derek did, he just wouldn't understand.

"I know so." Derek told Addison, trying to help in any way he could "Close your eye's if you want." Derek whispered, rocking her slowly against him, she just acted so fragile and child like.

Hearing her breathing even out after a few minutes, he gently stood up, holding her in his arm's. Placing her on his bed, he kissed her on the lips, his heart jumping as he felt her stir, hoping her hadn't woken her up. Waiting a few seconds and her eyelids not fluttering open, he smiled.

"I love you." Climbing into bed next to her, he pulled her against his chest. At least when she woke in the morning she wouldn't wake up alone, he would be there every step of the way.