A/N: ok, ok, I have no excuse for not updating in…forever and a half. My life just decided to get very busy and then I forgot about this story…cowers in corner yeah, anyway, I hope you guys are still interested in this story. I really will try to update new chapters faster. This chapter is hopefully a little more light-hearted than the others. Also, I'm not a doctor, I'm just a college student who's writing this at 2 in the morning (so the grammar/spelling probably isn't the best), so please be nice. Now on to chapter 8!

Disclaimer: not mine…surprise surprise

Addison woke up in a place she didn't recognize. She sat up quickly and took in her surroundings. The events of the previous night came back to her. She was in Seattle. She found Derek (and Meredith) and told him what had really happened the night he had seen her and Mark together. Derek had taken her home. She was in Derek's trailer…sans Derek. Her husband was nowhere in sight. Addison sighed as her cell phone rang. She reached for her purse and dug around for a while before finding it.

"Hello?"

"Hey Addie."

Addison smiled as she recognized Mark's caring voice.

"I didn't wake you did I?" he added quickly. She shook her head.

"No, I was already up."

"Good, good…that's good." Mark answered. They fell into an awkward silence.

"Listen, I'm just calling to make sure you made it ok and to see if you needed anything," Mark said. Addison smiled at his warm gesture.

"I'm fine, everything's great," she answered. And everything was fine. Everything was great. Wasn't it? She found Derek and told him the truth about "the night". Derek vowed his undying love for her, and she for him. Everything should be peachy keen…yet Addison couldn't help but feel like she was lying when she told him everything was fine.

"Oh…that's great," Mark replied. Addison could've sworn she detected disappointment in his voice.

"Listen Addie, about what I said right before you left-"

"I don't remember what you said right before I left." Lie number two. She did in fact remember all the sweet promises Mark made her right before heading off to Seattle. That had been the only thing she could think about since the words left his mouth.

"Oh, well maybe it's for the best. Since you're back with Derek and all…are you back with Derek?"

Addison was taken aback by the question. Sure, she had gone willingly with Derek back to his trailer last night, sure she had loved hearing him say all those nice things to her, but at the same time, she was furious with him. It had taken an act of violence to get her husband to notice her. That just wasn't right.

"Addison?"

"Yeah, um, I have to go," she answered quickly. Mark sighed.

"Ok, call if you need anything. I'll talk to you later I guess."

"Yeah," Addison replied as she shut her phone. She pulled her bathrobe out of her suitcase and walked out into the kitchen (if you could call it that, the place was so damn small). She saw Derek sitting at the table reading the newspaper. He looked up at her as he heard her walk in and smiled.

"I made you breakfast," he smiled as he pointed his head in the direction of the stove. A steaming stack of blueberry pancakes awaited her. Addison picked up the plate and sat down next to her husband. She wasn't really all that hungry so she just picked at her food with her fork. Derek looked at her with concern in his eyes.

"What's wrong? I thought blueberry pancakes were your favorite."

"They are. I'm just not hungry." Addison answered.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine," Addison assured him. "Just not hungry."

"Look, Addison, about the other night when you were…attacked-"

Addison cringed. "Can we please not discuss this now?"

"Why not? You are my wife and I love you and I'm very worried about you. I just want to know the details of what happened; I want to know how I can help."

"Well, right now you can help me by not pressing the issue," Addison snapped. She was getting frustrated. How dare he demand to know the details of that horrible night. Just thinking about it made her nauseous. He certainly wasn't interested in listening to her that night when she was trying to explain to him that she wasn't cheating on him, but was a rape victim. Derek held up his hands in defense.

"Ok, sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. But you should really eat something. When was the last time you ate?"

"I'm not hungry," she stated firmly.

"Addison, you really need to take care of yourself. That's the first step to recovering," Derek tried again. Addison narrowed her eyes. Why all of a sudden was he acting like a psychiatrist? She glared at him, picked up her fork and took one bite of the pancakes before setting the fork back down.

"There," she snapped with food still in her mouth. "Happy?" Addison stood up, turned on her heel, and stormed into the bathroom. She was furious. 'Where does he get off treating me like a child? I'm an adult, damn it, and I will be treated like one!' Addison thought to herself. She turned on the shower and took her pajamas off. The bruises on her body were slowly changing to an ugly yellow color. 'At least the physical wounds are healing.' Addison thought to herself before stepping into the shower and losing herself in the steamy haven.

Addison emerged from the shower dressed and ready for the day an hour later to find the trailer empty. A note on the table scribbled by Derek told her that he was at the hospital if she needed anything. Addison walked back into the bedroom, grabbed her briefcase, and walked out into the cool Seattle morning ready to start her day.

"He's married," Meredith stated. "And she's perfect. She looks like she stepped right off the runway at fashion week in New York and straight into Seattle Grace." The interns were all sitting around listening to Meredith vent about "McDouche Bag", "McBastard", "McDick Head"…which ever name she chose to use at that point in time.

"I mean seriously, Derek said she cheated on him! Why the hell is McHoe Bag here?! What the hell does she want with him?!" Within seconds of her most recent declaration, who else should walk around the corner, but "McHoe Bag" herself, clad head to toe in designer clothing, her red hair looking perfect. She stopped right in front of the group of interns. All five of them looked around, trying to avoid her eyes.

"I need an intern for the day." Five pairs of eyes grew wide.

"You work here?!" Meredith couldn't stop herself form blurting out.

"For the time being, yes," Addison answered, trying to be cool, calm, and collected. However it was rather hard to do with her stomach doing flip-flops. This group of interns shouldn't make her nervous. She was the foremost neo-natal surgeon in the country; five thumb sucking interns shouldn't intimidate her.

"Anyway, like I said before, I need an intern. Any volunteers? Or am I going to have to choose someone?" Addison asked curtly. All five interns looked down. Addison sighed, this was the last thing she needed right now.

"Grey, congratulations, you've just won yourself a day with "McHoe Bag", follow me," Addison stated bluntly. If it was possible, Meredith's eyes grew wider as she proceeded to follow Addison down the hall. They walked in an awkward silence, neither wanting to say anything to the other. Meredith too stunned to believe the guts this woman had to choose her as her intern, and Addison hurt at hearing Meredith's declaration. They all thought she cheated on her husband. They all thought she was the bad guy, when in fact, she had been the victim. 'No, not a victim. I am a survivor.' Addison vowed to herself. All of a sudden, the hall started spinning. She quickly brought a hand to her forehead and reached out to grab the wall for support. She tried to think of what could possibly be causing her dizziness when she remembered she hadn't had anything to eat since dinner last night. It was nearly lunch time now, and she was starving.

"Dr. Shepherd?" Meredith asked uneasily. Addison shook her head.

"I'm fine," Addison replied as she continued to lead the way. Meredith shrugged and continued to follow; figuring Satan was just being a melodramatic. Addison managed to check on her patient without another wave of dizziness hitting her. It wasn't until mid-afternoon that he body began to really protest her lack of food.

"I think I can take it from here Grey, thank you for your help today," Addison attempted at being friendly. Meredith didn't respond; she just turned on her heel and walked towards the nurse's station. Addison made a beeline for the cafeteria and began loading anything and everything onto her tray. She found an empty table and sat down, immediately biting into her sandwich. She opened a chart and had no sooner begun to go over it when her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and her heart skipped a beat: Mark.

"Hey Mark," Addison answered.

"Addison, do you know what you've done to me?" Mark asked exasperated. Addison frowned.

"What are you talking about?"

"Some nurses at the nurse's station were talking about shoes. Shoes Addison! One of them is going to a wedding and she just can't find the perfect shoes to match her dress. So, trying to be all cool and helpful, I told her Manolo Blahniks go with most any dress…they all looked at me like I had suddenly sprouted wings...shoes Addison! I'm giving women advice on shoes!" Mark cried. Addison couldn't help but laugh.

"Aw, poor baby," Addison joked.

"Yeah, not exactly the most manly thing I've done today…I need to go watch a football game…or drink some beer…or hammer up some dry wall…anything that will restore the Mark Sloan manliness," Mark declared. Addison rolled her eyes.

"There's nothing wrong with being informed about fashion," Addison tried.

Slight pause.

"Shoes Addison!" Mark tried again. Addison giggled.

"I don't know what to tell ya babe. My good fashion sense must have rubbed off on you," Addison chuckled.

"I really do miss you though," Mark stated in all seriousness. Addison smiled sadly.

"I miss you too Mark," Addison finally admitted. And that was the first honest thing she had said all day.

"Look, I have to go, emergency burn victim coming in, but please call me if you need anything. And I mean ANYTHING. Even if you're like 'Mark, help me, I can't find the closest Tiffany's around here and I need to spend money.' I may reply with a 'You lunatic! How the hell am I supposed to know? I'm in New York!' but at least I would have tried to help you out." Addison rolled her eyes at the other end of the phone.

"Ok, I will. I'll talk to you later," Addison said.

"See ya Addie." and the phone disconnected. Addison sighed as she put her phone back in her pocket. She really did miss him. Maybe a little more than she should, but she did. All of a sudden, her pager went off. 911 on her critical patient. She jumped up and rushed into the patient's room.

"What happened?" Addison asked Meredith, who had also gotten the page.

"She's going into premature labor," Meredith stated as calmly as she could, trying to keep the nervous mother as relaxed as she could.

"But the baby's not due for another two months!" the patient exclaimed.

"Mrs. O'Brian," Addison started, "this baby needs to come out today. I assure you I will do everything I can to ensure that this baby will be just fine. Now, we need to get you into the OR to perform an emergency C-section. I'll have Dr. Grey call your husband and he can meet you in there. How does that sound?" Addison asked while simultaneously checking the patient's vitals. Mrs. O'Brian nodded her head as she was being wheeled out by a couple of nurses.

"Dr. Grey, call Mrs. O'Brian's husband and inform him of the current situation, then scrub in," Addison said as she was making her way toward OR. However, the hospital food she'd had only five minutes before had obviously not agreed with her, as a wave of nausea hit her. Instead of going straight to the scrub room, Addison made a pit stop to the bathroom where she emptied the contents of her stomach. 'Note to self: don't eat the hospital food' Addison thought to herself as she quickly cleaned herself up and jogged up to the scrub room. Ten minutes later she was in the OR performing an emergency C-section. Both mother and child made it through surgery and were going to be just fine. Addison sighed as she walked over to the nurse's station to deliver the chart. She was exhausted and was still feeling a little under the weather. She presumed she must look like a mess as well. Addison looked at her watch. It was now 8:00. She hadn't seen Derek once today. He hadn't even texted her to make sure she was feeling alright. Addison left the hospital feeling dejected and hurt: it was like New York all over again. She pulled up to the trailer to find Derek's car already there. She smiled slightly and walked inside and the sight made her want to laugh out loud, but she bit her lip. There was food splattered everywhere. Pans filled with god knows what were boiling over onto the stove, as black smoke started to emit from the oven. And in the midst of all that chaos was Chef Derek covered from head to foot in food and swearing loudly as he burned his finger trying to turn off the stove. Addison quickly grabbed pot holders and took out what looked like could've been a cake, but was now a black mass, and set it in the sink. Derek turned to Addison.

"So I tried to cook you dinner…" he started lamely.

"You tried to cook me dinner," Addison repeated clearly amused.

"But then I remembered I can't cook…" Derek continued. "And then I remembered that you like to spend my money so I did this on purpose so that I would be able to take you out to a nice restaurant," Derek finished, clearly grasping at straws. Addison laughed and wiped what looked like flour from her husband's cheek.

"How very thoughtful of you," she giggled.

"Yeah, so get dressed, I'll clean up in here, and get ready for a night out on the town," Derek stated while reaching for the garbage bin. Addison smiled, rolled her eyes, but walked back into the bedroom to get changed.

An hour later, Addison and Derek sat in one of Seattle's finest restaurants and continued to laugh at Derek's failed attempt to make dinner. Derek was glad he could make her laugh, even if it was at his expense. They went home where they both promptly fell asleep, both of them tired from the day's events.

Addison was the first to awake early the next morning. Something had woken her up, but the early morning hours made it difficult for her to remember what. Then she remembered; she felt like she was going to vomit at any second. She quickly jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, barely making it in time before she threw up. 'Most be some sort of bug' she thought to herself. She peered around the door, hoping she hadn't woken up her husband. But Derek was still sound asleep. Earlier in their marriage, they used to joke about how Derek was such a heavy sleeper that the Boston Pops would be able to perform in their bedroom and he could still be off in dream land. Addison smiled slightly to herself, before feeling extremely nauseous again. 'Must be some bug' she thought to herself. Then it hit her. She looked at the (now ruined from cake mix) calendar hanging next to the fridge from where she sat on the bathroom floor. It couldn't be. She hurriedly threw on a pair of sweats and quickly drove to the 24-hour drug store that was near the hospital. She purchased the item she needed and got back into the car. She couldn't go back to the trailer. So instead, she ran inside the doors of Seattle Grace and into the attending locker room. She walked to the back where the bathrooms were and closed and locked the door. She couldn't believe this was happening. Two minutes later, Addison's suspicions were confirmed as the line on the little stick turned blue. Tears began forming in her eyes immediately. She hurled the stick as far away from her as she could throw it. She screamed, she cried, she yelled every single obscenity she could think of at the top of her lungs. She felt disgusted with herself. She was carrying the monster's baby. That thought made her want to vomit. And she did as another wave of morning sickness hit her. She continued to sob as she hung her head in the toilet, willing herself to just die right then and there. Addison didn't know what to do. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her head on them, continuing to sob. With a shaky hand, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone and dialed the familiar number. He answered on the second ring.

"Hello?"

Silence

"Addison?"

Addison let out a choked sob. Panic ran through his body.

"Addison, what's wrong? What happened? Please tell me," he pleaded. Addison continued to sob uncontrollably on the other end. The only thing he could do was wait patiently for her to calm down enough for her to tell him what was wrong. After five minutes, she began to speak in a raspy, shaky voice; four simple yet powerful words.

"Mark, I need you…"

A/N: there you go, a nice long chapter 8 for you guys. (if you're still reading it…I hope you are) please review and tell me what you think! I'm off to college in a week so I'll try to update before then, but if not, it will be shortly thereafter. And remember, the more reviews I get, the more motivation I get to write the next chapter, which is partially finished!