Author's Note: Good morning. Well, I went to see the musical (which was AWESOME) and it seems that my muse has been energized ever since.

This is the first idle moment I've had, though so I'll be posting this before life intrudes.

As a heads up, I think this one will be done within one chapter, perhaps with an epilogue but this one is going to be the last one with substance.


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Addison's eyes drifted open slowly and she found herself resting on a very warm and comfortable pillow. When the pillow began to move slightly, the memories of the night before filled her mind. Mark. She was with Mark, now.

The thought was pleasant and she smiled, pressing a kiss to his sternum before rolling off of him and getting up.

Bright sunlight filtered through the large dormer window, giving everything an ethereal glow. In the light of day, she could see the evidence of their heated passion. Clothes were strewn everywhere, many of them torn or snagged. A chair was knocked over and she looked up, seeing her bra on the slowly rotating ceiling fan.

I wonder how I'll be getting that down. I suppose I could borrow a stepladder from Grey…

She paused and looked down through the open trapdoor.
She was in Meredith Grey's house. With Mark. And her ex husband was probably lurking about someplace, not to mention two other interns…

"This…is going to be so awkward."

"Probably."

She jumped and turned to see Mark staring at her from his bed, obviously enjoying the view of her nakedness. That idea gratified her. She may have been able to look sexy in Seattle but this was the first time she actually felt it.

He looked good, too. His skin glowed in the sunlight and his growing out hair was sticking in every conceivable direction. Addison found herself approaching him and he gently tugged her into the tangled bedding.

" Probably? Mark, I'm in my ex husband's former mistresses' house with the guy I cheated on him with and am ass-backwards in love with and there's definitely going to be a fight and gossip and…"

His fingers went to her lips, cutting off her nervous rambling as he rolled them.

"It's going to be okay. Now, shush."

"But…"

"I said shush." he grumbled before kissing her hard.

Addison sighed and wrapped her arms around him.

The last coherent thought she had before he took her under again was that every second of painful awkwardness was worth having him.

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Meredith sat at the kitchen island with Derek, going through a stack of blueberry waffles Izzie made. He had his usual bowl of Muesli and he was nuzzling her shoulder in between bites, kissing under her nightgown strap. The approaching tentative footfalls made her sigh and look beseechingly at him.

"Be nice, okay? She deserves to be happy, too. Even if it is with Mark."

He sighed and then replied, "Okay. But the second he looks at you wrong, I'm kicking his ass."

"Don't worry, man. I only have eyes for Addie. Morning, Little Mistress. Izzie." Mark greeted as he came in, grabbing an apple.

He was just as much of a health nut as Derek.

She waved and then said, "You know what, I'm going to go bring George some waffles. And then, I'm…well, I'm going to go away before the fighting starts."

She loaded up a tray and practically sprinted down the hall and upstairs, a door slam announcing her unsettled mind.

Meredith sighed and plunked her head on the counter.

There wasn't going to be any fighting. Not today and not in her house. There had been too much angst and drama and misery, already. No more, damn it! There would peace in the valley or she'd go cage fighter on their asses.

"Um…hi."

Addison stood in the door way, looking like she wanted to make a run for it. She had on a pair of baggy dark blue scrub pants under her top and that Meredith smile.

"I'm glad I'm not the only person who steals their man's scrub pants. They're just so damn comfortable."

The redhead looked at her and then smiled sheepishly as she came in.

"Yeah, they really are."

Meredith served her some waffles and some juice.

"Here. And don't worry, Izzie made them so no poison should be in your breakfast." she told her with a smirk.

"That would so CSI. Death by waffles…" Addison quipped.

"More like House, if you ask me. What, Derek?"

He was looking at them like he had seen a ghost.

"My ex wife and my girlfriend are getting along…I'm so screwed…"

Mark cracked up and Derek actually smiled at the noise.

A throat cleared and they all turned to see George in the doorway.

"Izzie wants to know if it's safe to come down." he announced, making them all laugh.

"It's perfectly safe for droids, O'Malley. Go get her.", Addison assured him.

"Ugh, you and Mere with the Star Wars…" Derek grumbled good naturedly.

"It's a modern day epic! You just need to learn to appreciate it, brain man!"

"Exactly!"

Mark looked at the girls as they double teamed Derek and shook his head.

He knew that it would be okay.

And he was going to do everything in his power to make sure it stayed that way.