A/N: Two updates in one day?! Kudos for me :-P Just kidding! I originally had these two chapters together as one really long chapter, but I didn't like the way it flowed together so I separated them and you get two new chapters! Anyway, on with the story…

The next few days passed by quickly. Addison remained at Mark's house, stilling feeling uncomfortable about being left alone. She was called down to the police station every now and then when the cops thought they had a lead, but left feeling even more dejected as the leads usually turned out to be wrong. Derek hadn't called either one of them. Addison wanted nothing more than to call him, but refrained. She decided to give Derek some space and time to cool off before flying out to Seattle to confront him face to face. She'd gotten a call from an old friend, Richard Webber, asking her to fly out for an unusual case. Addison had hesitated at first, she hadn't been back to work since the assault, but when Richard mentioned the fact that Derek was seeing an intern, Addison booked a flight out to Seattle. Truth be told, she didn't exactly know how to feel. She loved Derek, but she didn't want a guy who didn't want her. If Derek wanted to end their marriage for a slutty intern, she wanted to make sure he knew all the facts about what really happened the night he found her and Mark together. However, it seemed like every time she looked at Mark she got butterflies in her stomach. She brushed it aside, considering it to be nothing more than a silly high school crush.

It was the night before she would be flying out to Seattle. Mark had told her to go into the room the two of them now shared and to stay there until he called her out: he had a surprise for her. Addison was now lying on the bed, pretending to read a book, but really trying to guess what Mark was up to. Had he bought her the new purse she really wanted? Or a new pair of shoes perhaps? Addison couldn't help but smile as the excitement and anticipation took over. Finally, she heard Mark call her name. Addison practically leaped off the bed and ran out into the kitchen. When she reached the doorway, she stopped and gasped. The lights were dimmed and two candles stood lit in the middle of the table. Two glasses of red wine accompanied two heaping plates of chicken parmesan. A bouquet of red roses finished off the ensemble. Addison looked at Mark and smiled as tears filled her eyes. This was way better than any material gift he could have given her. Mark smiled back at her, pulled out a chair, and motioned for her to sit. Addison sat down and continued to gape at Mark.

"Since when do you know how to cook?" she joked. "God it's good to hear her crack jokes." Mark thought. He smirked.

"There's a lot about me you don't know," he replied nonchalantly wiggling his eye brows. Addison rolled her eyes but remained smiling.

"Oh Mark Sloan, you're a mystery," she replied sarcastically. Mark feigned offense.

"Hey, I'm being serious!" he protested. Addison looked skeptical.

"Ok then, enlighten me," she pressed. Mark leaned back in his chair thoughtfully and stared at her.

"Well…" he trailed off. Addison nodded, urging him to continue.

"Ok, but you have to promise not to laugh," Mark said. Addison nodded her head again and waited for him to continue.

"Did you know that when I was a kid, I wanted to be a trapeze artist?" Mark asked. Addison couldn't help herself and burst out laughing.

"No way, seriously?!"

"Cross my heart. I was really active when I was younger so my parents signed me up for trapeze classes, of all things. After that first class, I was convinced that's what I wanted to do for the rest of my life," Mark reinforced. Addison smiled slyly.

"Did you use to wear tights?" she asked, trying hard to control her laughter. Mark blushed.

"It was part of the uniform," he defended. That only made Addison laugh harder. Mark smiled. "There's the laugh I love," he thought.

"Well Mark, I must say, you really are a mystery. I had no idea," Addison continued still smiling. Mark smiled, thinking about all the progress she'd made in only a few days. She still had occasional nightmares at night, but was beginning to laugh more and act like her old self again.

Mark sat upright and gazed directly into her eyes.

"I also think you're the most amazing, the most courageous, the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my entire life," he said quietly. Addison stopped laughing and grew serious again. Had she really heard him right? When Addison didn't say anything, Mark sighed and continued.

"I know you still love Derek, and I respect that, I really do. I just want you to know that if things don't work out between the two of you…I'm here and I'm not going anywhere," Mark finished. Addison looked at him with tears in her eyes. Ever so slowly, she stood up and walked over to Mark's seat. She sat down in his lap and looked into his eyes. Their lips were inches apart. Addison slowly closed the gap between the two of them in a soft kiss. The kiss soon intensified. Addison ran her fingers through Mark's hair as he brought his hands up to rest on her hips. At the sudden contact, Addison tensed and pulled away. Mark looked at her and immediately regretted his actions. It was too soon, the events of the rape still fresh in her mind.

"Addison, we don't have to do this," Mark quickly said. Addison shook her head.

"No, I want to do this. I need to do this…I need to feel normal again." Addison leaned her forehead against Mark's and closed her eyes.

"Are you sure?" Mark tried again. Addison nodded.

"Positive." Mark gave her a soft smile before capturing her lips with his own again.

"Just breathe Addison. You can do this. You've done this a million times before." Which was true. Sex had always been Addison's and Derek's favorite past-time, especially earlier in their marriage. Thinking about Derek made Addison feel guilty, so she tried to push her thoughts about him aside. Mark gently stood up and picked Addison up with him, wrapping her legs around his waist. He walked the two of them into the bedroom and gently lay her down on the bed before lying on top of her. He pulled away for a minute to look into her eyes. They were scared, but determined at the same time. He leaned back down to kiss her lips as his hands fumbled with the buttons on Addison's blouse. Once her shirt was off, Mark moved down to kiss her collarbone. Addison tensed at his kisses, but didn't fight him. Mark felt Addison stiffen underneath him and stopped what he was doing to look up at her. She looked fearful, but nodded her head anyways.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mark asked. Addison continued to nod.

"Yeah, I'm fine. But, um…do you think you could maybe turn off the lights?" Mark rose to turn off the lights and then lay back down on top of Addison. He reached behind Addison and unhooked her bra before discarding it with the blouse on the floor. Addison could feel Mark getting excited against her thigh and was almost repulsed by it. But she let him continue. She wasn't going to let the creep that raped her win; she was determined to enjoy sex once again. Addison sat up slowly and helped Mark remove his shirt and pants. Mark helped her lie back down and began kissing his way down her body. He stopped momentarily to blow softly into her bellybutton before continuing down to the top of her pants. Addison inhaled sharply as he unzipped them and pulled them down. Mark kissed his way back up her legs, making sure to be gentle with her. During all of this, Addison couldn't stop picturing the man who had attacked her. She could still feel his filthy hands being rough with her delicate body. She cringed as she felt her eyes fill with tears. She continued to remain silent and just let Mark go to town, allowing him to do whatever he wanted with her, and forcing herself to try to enjoy his caress. After a few minutes of foreplay (in which Addison just lay there, completely motionless) Addison could tell Mark was ready for more. Addison choked back a sob that was threatening to escape her lips. She couldn't help the tears spilling over onto her face as Mark entered her. He began moving slowly until he heard Addison whimpering beneath him. He squinted down and tried to make out her face in the darkness. He reached a hand down to caress her cheek only to find it wet with tears.

"What?…what the hell, Addison, are you crying?" Mark asked taken aback. Addison shook her head no, but her body shook with sobs.

"These are tears of happiness," she lied. Mark obviously didn't believe her. He quickly pulled out of her and she rolled herself into a ball on the other side of the bed. Mark could feel her move as far away from him as she could, and it hurt. He sighed and reached for his boxers.

"Look Addison, I'm going to sleep on the couch tonight. I'll wake you in the morning and then take you to the airport."

"No!" Addison cried. "No, please, please don't leave me."

"Then tell me what the fuck you want me to do?! You say you don't want to be left alone, but then you cower away from me when I'm around?! Tell me Addison, tell me what the hell you want, because I can't keep playing your stupid mind games!!" Mark yelled. Addison trembled, still curled up in a ball.

"Whatever, I'll see you tomorrow morning," Mark replied as he left the room and shut the door, leaving Addison alone to cry herself to sleep.