Chapter Two: Yoga and Honesty.

Addison, glad to be home, slumped onto the sofa with the comfort of a glass wine. It had been a strange day, any day that saw her looking at a friend's grave had to be strange. She rested her head against the back of the sofa and breathed in the stillness – she had been pulled in all directions today and she wanted to unwind and forget the world for a second. The day had been exhausting and within seconds she was dreaming of a world where Dell was still alive and babies didn't die and Pete and Violet made things work.

Addison stirred as she was slowly woken by the heat of Sam's lips as he silently pressed them against her neck. For a moment she was lost, she invited him closer and drank him in, enjoying the calmness he seemed to effortlessly create. All too quickly she realised where they were and moved away from him.

"Amelia" she said quietly attempting to push Sam away.

"Come over to mine" Sam whispered shrugging off her protests – it didn't take much her protests were lame at best.

"I can't, I…" Addison was silenced as Sam's lips meeting hers. She stopped protesting and let him kiss her; he was exactly what she needed. He understood her, he had been in her day, he knew what she was going through, she didn't have to explain it, she didn't have to pretend –he understood.

"Addison," Amelia's voice preceded her entrance into the room, giving Sam time to quickly detach himself from Addison and appear innocent and casual at the opposite end of the sofa. "Oh, hi Sam" Amelia said heading towards the kitchen "Didn't know you were coming over tonight" She said grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.

She was glad to see Sam; he had stopped coming round after Olivia was born, after Maya's accident, after Addison and Pete had split up. She knew a lot had happened between Addison and Sam, a lot she didn't know about and a whole lot more she didn't understand, it was obvious they wanted each other – needed each other and she couldn't understand how two people so in need of each other could ignore what was between them. She didn't wholly believe that Addison's reservations were based solely on her loyalty to Naomi but she wasn't too sure what was forcing her friend to hold back, fear maybe? Bad experiences? Whatever it was Amelia couldn't help but think that Addison may be throwing away her real chance. Sam wasn't Derek; he saw beyond the strong façade that Addison had created, he saw the person she was not just the surgeon – something that Derek could never do. He certainly wasn't Mark Sloan either, Sam was strong and more than a match for Addison's insecurities. Sam had morals and beliefs and most importantly he wouldn't let Addison get away with anything, with running away, with avoiding, with destroying things because destruction is easier than facing the truth and working things out.

Amelia headed towards the hallway and grabbed a backpack to throw her drink and trainers into.

"Are you going out?" Addison questioned, she had been looking forward to an evening with Amelia, they had a lot to talk about, she wanted to check Amelia was ok. She cared about Amelia, she knew she'd been through a lot and if she was honest there was something about her that reminded her of herself, a vulnerability, a confusion, a fear.

"Yeah," replied Amelia "All this sitting around twiddling my thumbs is driving me crazy so I've decided to take up a hobby, a healthy, beneficial hobby" Amelia smiled brightly.

"A healthy hobby?" smiled Sam "sounds intriguing and well…. not very Amelia"

"Yoga Sam" smiled Amelia proudly.

"You're taking up yoga?" smiled Addison unable to conceal a smile at the thought of Amelia doing yoga.

"Well," replied Amelia attempting to be serious "yoga is very popular these days…..with a lot of people…different people…male people."

Addison laughed and rolled her eyes, she knew Amelia too well to fall for her 'yoga' rubbish.

"Bye, don't wait up" shouted Amelia as she fled the house and any further interrogation.

Addison laughed as the door slammed, Amelia and she really did have more in common than she realised. As she caught Sam's eye she saw he was smiling too, regardless of the fact that Amelia was a grown woman she was still a fourteen year old black sheep to him and if he was honest he felt oddly protective over her.

"Now will you come over to mine?" he asked again flashing the mischievous smile that he knew worked on Addison every time.

Addison smiled, there was nothing she could do to resist that smile and there wasn't a single part of her that wanted to resist.

Addison was grateful of the blanket that Sam emerged with as she settled on his sofa, a sofa that had become oddly familiar and comfortable over the past month, when she was at Sam's she knew that she could be herself, she didn't need to worry about being caught by Amelia or anyone else she could be herself, in his house, with him.

"So I saw you talking to Pete in the kitchen today." Sam threw the sentence between them with an air of casualness that he hoped didn't betray his true reason for broaching the subject.

Addison looked at Sam as he laid the blanket over her and crawled under it and settled himself down beside her, half of his body on the sofa, the other half draped across her body. He rested his head on his hand as he propped himself up so he could look at her face as she lay with her head against the arm of the sofa.

"He came to talk to me about him and Violet" Addison replied as she wrapped her legs around his to make him comfortable and provide the contact they had both craved all day.

"About him and Violet?" Sam questioned.

Addison sensed something in Sam's voice, was he jealous? Nervous maybe? She took a breath, who could blame him for asking, she was a cheater, he knew it, she knew it. She had to expect that he would doubt her, that he would worry about her relationship with Pete. She couldn't blame him and all she wanted to do was assure him that there was nothing going on between her and Pete, not now, not ever, not with Pete and not with any other man. She could tell him and he could try and believe her but she knew she had to show him and she would, it was effortless for her, there was no temptation, she had him and she was sure that she would never hurt him, she was….they were risking a lot to be together and she wasn't going to throw that away.

"He asked me if I was ok about him and Violet getting married" Addison said honestly.

There was a silence between them.

"And are you?" Sam asked in a voice that couldn't betray his anxiety.

Addison rolled over and repositioned herself on the sofa that she was lying face to face with him.

"I'm happy for them Sam, Pete is my friend, we've been through a lot together, a lot besides our relationship, he's been there for me in the past and I can't ignore that but he chose Violet" Addison wanted to be straight with him, she was doing this properly, no matter how hard it was. No lying. No hiding. No running "and I chose you" she ended softly before leaning in to kiss him, as she did she felt his body relax and he hooked his leg around hers and pulled her closer to him as he deepened the kiss.

Sam felt relief wash over him as he realised that Addison wanted to be honest, wanted to be open, she was talking to him and he knew that was big for her and he appreciated it. He kissed her for all the things she'd overcome, to heal all the things she'd been through, to tell her that he trusted her, he kissed her for all times she'd feel like running and for all the times he was sure she'd stay.