A/N: Wow, thanks to everyone that reviewed! I'm glad you like it so far. I tried to be as tasteful as I could with the sensitive subject matter. I recently had my best friend reveal to me that she had been raped when she was 15 (we're both 18 now) and I just hope this story creates awareness.

I'm not a doctor. I honestly don't know all the tests they would order, so forgive me if I'm wrong. Now, on to chapter 2!

Disclaimer: still not mine…:-(

Mark didn't know what to do. Run after Derek and explain everything to him, or stay and try to console Addison. He was torn between his two best friends. Suddenly, he felt Addison push him away and try to get up. He quickly reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Where are you going?" Mark asked.

"I need to find Derek, I need to tell him it's not what it looks like, I need him to know that I still love him, and I need him to forgive me," Addison cried as she struggled to pull her hand free. Mark stood up next to her and snaked his other arm around her waist. Addison fought the touch at first, then relaxed into it and cried against Mark's chest.

"Addison, the first thing we need to do is get you to the hospital." Mark reasoned. Addison didn't pick up her head, but instead nodded against his chest. She'd take care of herself first, then find Derek. Mark carefully unwound his arm from around her and reached for the phone.

"Phone's dead," Addison whispered, staring straight ahead. Mark looked at her and sighed.

"Jesus Addie, what happened?" Mark asked her once again. Addison didn't say anything. She walked over to the closet and pulled out a new pair of pajamas. Derek's CBGB's shirt and a pair of shorts. When she emerged from the bathroom after changing, Mark couldn't help but notice the freshly formed bruises on her thighs. He briefly closed his eyes and willed himself not to think about everything that could've happened to Addison, but rather to find out what had actually happened.

"I don't need an ambulance, I can drive myself," Addison remarked, still in her trance. Mark shook his head.

"Now what kind of friend would I be if I made you go alone? Come on, my car's parked right outside. I'll drive you." Addison looked skeptical for a second before slowly nodding her head. Mark draped an arm around her shoulders and gently led her out of the room and down the stairs. He stopped at the bottom to help her put her coat on then continued to lead her to the car. The entire ride was silent. Addison stared straight ahead as silent tears continued to fall from her eyes. When they arrived at the hospital, Addison didn't move to get out of the car.

"We can't go here. We work here," Addison murmured.

"Addie, this is the closest hospital. The next hospital is a good forty-five minutes from here. If you won't tell me what's wrong, fine, I'll respect your privacy. But you need to tell someone what happened, and you need to tell them now so they can help you." Mark responded. He had to admit, he was a little hurt when Addison had refused to tell him what happened. He could've easily guessed from the state he found her in, but he wanted to know the whole story, and it killed him that she didn't want to tell him. But, he respected her wishes because that's what friends do. He stared at Addison who continued to remain in her seat. After a few minutes of silence and realizing that Mark was right, she nodded her head and began opening the car door. Mark quickly got out of the car and ran to the other side to help Addison out. He wrapped a protective arm around her shoulder and led her inside to the receptionist's desk.

"Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd, Dr. Sloan, I though you both had the night off!" the nurse cheerfully said as she saw them walk through the sliding glass doors. Her demeanor quickly changed as she saw them approach the desk. Addison's face was streaked with tears and she seemed to be holding on to Mark for dear life. Mark kept looking at her with concern in his eyes. The nurse turned to the other nurse sitting next to her.

"Page Dr. Gold, stat," she said as she walked around the desk to help Mark support Addison. Together, the two of them led Addison over to a gurney and helped her lie down.

"What happened?" the nurse asked, trying to get as much information from them to pass on to Dr. Gold when she arrived. Addison didn't answer. Mark sighed and began relaying how he had gone over to Addison's house and walked into her room to find her lying naked and injured on the bed. The nurse looked sympathetically at Addison, who continued to look straight ahead, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. At that moment, Dr. Gold walked over.

"Addison?" she exclaimed, surprised. Addison was one of her best friends and co-worker at the hospital and was genuinely taken aback when she saw her lying on the gurney. The nurse began to rattle off everything Mark had told her as the two of them began wheeling Addison down the hall into an exam room. Addison refused to let go of Mark's hand, so he trotted alongside next to her and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Ok, Carol, I would like to order a CAT scan, an x-ray for her wrist, and a rape kit," Dr. Gold told the nurse as she pulled on gloves in preparation to examine Addison. At the mention of the last test, Addison's stomach dropped as she remembered Mike's last words "If you tell anyone about this, I swear to God, I'll come back here and do it again. And next time, I'll kill you." She sat bolt upright.

"You know, maybe this is a bad idea. I'm fine, really. No need to do any of those tests," Addison explained frantically as she tried to climb off the gurney. Dr. Gold, Carol, and Mark gently made her lie back down on the gurney.

"Don't be ridiculous Addison, you're in no condition to go anywhere. Just lie back and try to relax." Dr. Gold tried to offer a sympathetic smile to her friend. Addison's eyes filled with tears as she reached out again for Mark's hand. Mark gave her hand a gentle squeeze and brushed the hair out of her face.

"I'll be right here Addison. The whole time, I promise. I'm not going anywhere," Mark cooed trying to calm her down. Addison continued to shake her head no but let Dr. Gold examine her. Mark stayed by her side, whispering words of reinforcement and assurance in her ear. When the rape kit finally arrived, Addison tightly shut her eyes as tears began to fall once again. Mark looked at her with a mix of sadness and dread. He feared his worst suspicion was coming true. Mark willed Addison to open her eyes and look at him. Addison obeyed but continued to cry. In that instant, he knew. Addison had indeed been attacked and raped. Mark leaned down and kissed her forehead as her sobs became more audible.

"I'm almost done Addie, hang in there hun," Dr. Gold said consolingly. Addison tried to focus on something, anything, besides what was going on now. She tried to listen to Mark's soft words but her mind couldn't wrap around anything except for the fact that everyone would know what had really happened to her in a few short minutes; as soon as her rape test came back positive.

When Dr. Gold had finished and Addison had been to her CAT scan and x-ray, she was wheeled to a hospital room. Mark never left her side the entire time. A few minutes later, Dr. Gold came in.

"Addison, we have the results from your tests. You don't have any internal bleeding, but you received a pretty nasty sprain to your wrist. We'll give you some pain killers for that." Addison nodded her head gratefully. Dr. Gold hesitated with the next piece of information.

"And…we, um…received the results of your rape test. It was positive. I'm so sorry hun," Dr. Gold responded as her voice became shaky. Mark dropped his head in his hands, and Addison continued to stare straight ahead.

"Addison, I've called the police. They're here and they'd like you to file a report," Dr. Gold explained. Addison didn't move or say anything. Dr. Gold reached out and patted Addison's hand before turning to leave the room.

"I'll tell them to come back another time. Why don't you get some rest," Dr. Gold suggested with tears in her eyes. Addison's expression remained stoic as Dr. Gold left. After a minute Addison turned to Mark, whose head was still in his hands.

"Mark," Addison meekly whispered. At the sound of his name, Mark's head shot straight up. Tears streaked his cheeks. He hastily wiped them away.

"What is it Addison?" he asked reaching out and rubbing her arm. Addison flinched at the touch but didn't push him away.

"I want to go home," she answered. Mark looked astonished. He didn't think being discharged would be a good idea. He knew she should stay and talk to the police. However, one look into her tired, pleading eyes and he couldn't say no.

"I'll go get an AMA form and we'll get you out of here babe," he replied as he stood and walked out of the room.

Twenty minutes later, after Dr. Gold had tried but failed at getting Addison to stay, Mark and Addison were back in his car driving towards the brownstone. The car ride was silent once again. When Mark pulled up to the front of the house, he stopped the car but didn't move to get out. He turned to look at Addison.

"Addie, what happened? Please tell me. Please talk to me, let me in, let me help you," Mark pleaded with her once more. Addison gave him a sad smile as tears filled her eyes once more.

"You can't help me right now Mark. No one can. I just need some time to process everything." She looked so scared. Mark didn't say anything. He just nodded and got out of the car to open her door for her. When she was ready to talk about it, he'd be there. Mark helped Addison upstairs into her room. When she reached the door, she froze. She couldn't enter the room; she didn't want to enter the room. The sheets were still messed up; they were Derek's favorite sheets. Oh God, Derek. He had seen her and Mark in that bed together and made assumptions. Addison began to cry again. Mark just held her as she cried. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back. All of a sudden, Derek walked through the door to see the couple in a tight embrace once again. He slammed his fist into the wall, causing Addison and Mark to jump and quickly disentangle themselves.

"I just came to get some clothes, but I wouldn't want to interrupt you guys or anything!" Derek fumed.

"Please, don't let me stop you. Continue!" he added sarcastically as he once again stormed from the room for the second time that night. Addison began to run after him.

Mark grabbed her hand firmly.

"Addison, let him go for now. You're tired, please get some sleep." But Addison squirmed away from him and ran down the stairs to catch up with Derek…

A/N: Insert flashback from episode 3.01 Time Has Come Today, when Addison has the flashback about the time Derek found her and Mark together. I'll pick it up from right after that scene. Oh, and I actually haven't decided whether it will be Maddison or Addek. Let me know who you want Addison to end up with and I'll take that into consideration! I already have the next chapter written, so all you have to do is review and I'll post it :-)