A/N: Woaaaaw!!! I posted my first chapter a few minutes before going for a coffee with friends, and then I come back a few hours later, and then two people already added my story to their story alert and I already got a review. This is just a-ma-zing!!! I am really hyper, now because of that, thank you so much guys!!!

So, I've seen I've intrigued some of you… Let's see what I got in my head now! Hehe!

Enjoy!!

As soon as she heard him open the door of the silver trailer and shake his soaking coat, as soon as she heard the slamming of the door and the pealing of the raindrops when they hit the ground, she faked sleeping. She closed her eyes very hard and tried not to think of the look he had when he was looking at her. When they both were looking at her.

She really didn't care about how intensely Finn was gazing at Meredith, she was actually glad that someone else would maybe capture her attention. What bugged her the most, what literally killed her was that Derek had the very same expression in his eyes. As if he was begging for her to look at him, as if he was worshiping her beauty and character, as if he was about to cry out 'Love me!'. Which she's certain he did as soon as she left.

She knew that he still loved Meredith, she had perceived it in the way he used to look at her by far or the way he was talking to her in the hospital halls – she had been his wife for eleven years now, she knew how Derek was when he was in love! He almost literally confessed her, last Christmas, that he still loved the dirty blond-haired intern! And still, she was patient, she was ready to wait for him to forget her, no matter how long it would take: she believed in their marriage, she believed in their love. But there was still a limit. She was doing her very best to pick up the pieces, to get their union back on track, to arrange everything, and still felt like she was the only one who was trying. Even if he told her he did try, too, she still had that uncomfortable feeling that he was still blaming her for cheating on him with Mark, that his look was still full of scorn and disdain as soon as he laid his eyes down on her. And, when she had finally thought he had started to try with her, that he was willing to put back that marriage into a blissful union, the way he looked at Meredith tonight was too much for her to bear with. Just too much.

She tried to hold the tears that had flooded in beneath her closed eyelids, but they managed to get out and rolled to the pillow. If Derek decided to open the lights and to look at her, she was wasted! Totally. At least, her breath remained constant and no sobbing manifested itself! She tried to concentrate on the noise – the heavy rain that was falling on the thin roof of the trailer, Derek's footsteps as he was approaching the bed, the jingle of his watch as he was removing it of his wrist, the hollow cough as he cleared his throat. Her muscles tensed as he sat down next to her and he bended near her face, so close that she could feel his breath caressing her soft and pale skin.

"Addison?" he whispered tenderly. She remained silent and immobile. "Addison?" he repeated, louder, and she believed that moving a little while gently moaning was the right option to make her acting credible. But nothing more.

Derek sighed, kissed her cheek, whispered a 'Good night!' and laid next to her. She knew all night that he did not sleep at all, waiting for her to turn to him and say something.

At 3 AM, she couldn't take it anymore.

"Derek? Can we talk, please?"

He sat up, turned on the lamp that was on his bedside table and looked at Addison.

"Yes. Yes, of course." he said, as he looked into her eyes that kept moving and blinking.

"Please, tell me what is between you and Meredith Grey! And tell me the truth! I can't believe there is nothing, I saw it just in the way you were looking at her tonight." Her blue eyes glistened with tears. "For once, Derek, tell me the truth about her…"

Derek sighed and looked at his wife. She was there, sitting next to him, trying as hard as she could to fight the tears that were about to fall, trying to understand the husband she tried to keep and to love, trying to save the marriage they used to trust in so much. He smirked, a sad and sorry smile, and put his hand over Addison's. Something in the uncertain way she looked at him made Derek realize that there were still some love sparkles for the red-haired woman, hidden and buried deep under the fragments of Meredith's souvenirs, but still there and ready to become a hot and burning fire.

What had he done to her? He had deeply hurt her, he had broken her, he made her believe he was willing to try to get their union working while he was still in love with Meredith, and she was still there, asking for his love, his presence. And, he realized – maybe too late – that he still loved Addison and that he was not ready to lose her a second time, even if his heart and body were yearning for Meredith.

"Addie, look… I'll be honest with you and you'll choose. You always let me choose: I chose for the divorce papers, I chose for the trailer, I even chose the date of our wedding. And now, I'm giving you the choice. We either try again to live together like a loving couple – because now, I am really ready to try, even if it is maybe too late – or to break up with me. And if you choose that, I'll understand. Because I do not deserve better than being treated like a jerk. Since I am one."

Addison swallowed hard and tried to keep her cold. She was looking at Derek's mouth, afraid of the words that it would mold, afraid of what she was about to hear.

"Last night, I…" He took a deep breath, but stopped. Addison was pale and her face was distorted with apprehension. God, what have I done? "Last night, I… I slept with Meredith."

The words she had waited for were finally out, lying nonchalantly in front of her. She had waited for the confession for so long now, that it was almost a relief to hear it. She had feared it so bad, she was totally scared of the day Derek would come and tell her that he had sex with Meredith Grey. And, finally, he slept with her, the doubt and suspicion were now over. She almost laughed of high relief: Derek slept with Meredith. It was just the way fate was, they had no choice to make love at least one more time, even if they both knew he was married.

Addison smiled fondly to a highly surprised Derek.

"Look, I've slept with Mark when we were married. When you had a relationship with Meredith, we were practically on a break. We're even, aren't we?"

Derek gaped: there was something beneath that entire cool and understanding attitude her wife was showing him. No cry, no yelling, no refusing to talk to him. She said they were 'even': were they?

He was waiting at least for a little crisis, but Addison was offering him a comforting smile. He had already made up the speech for Meredith, he had already planned what he would do, and his wife was forgiving him without any effort or begging.

"Derek, I was waiting for it. I was afraid of you coming and telling me you had sex with Meredith Grey, but I was waiting for it. Each time we were together, each morning, each night, I was apprehending that moment. I kept playing the scene in my head over and over, you telling me you were leaving me for her, or me catching you both in the act. And now, you come all guilty and ready to accept my decision, whatever it is, and I do accept to give you a second chance."

She smiled. Derek still couldn't believe how his wife was reacting, it could not be true. There had to be something she wasn't telling him, there had to be some hidden rage and avenge desire!

"So…" he said, not sure if he should say something or just smile back at her.

"You're ready to start back from scratch? Without any long gazes or passionate kissing in the elevator with Meredith Grey?"

Derek nodded, even if he wasn't certain if he was able to give up on Meredith.

"I would definitely try and do everything in my possible to forget about her."

"Fine."

He leaned towards Addison and kissed her tenderly. The kiss was long, sweet and felt good both of them. He turned off the lamp as his wife was trying to remove his t-shirt that smelled so good to her, that smelled Derek and all the sweet love that came with him. All the sweet love they left behind, that they were slowly re-discovering.

They made love gently that night, with only their breathing intertwined together when they were not kissing and the sound of the rain falling on the roof as background music.

And, as Derek was still laying over her, she is certain she heard him whisper 'I'm sorry' as he tried to refrain a sob. Though Addison was still not certain if the caressing and warm words against her shoulder were meant for her…

A/N: Another chapter over! Though that one was shorter. Actually, I was surprised myself of the way it turned, I had no idea where I was heading with that one. Haha. Liked it or not? Review, comment, tell me what you think!