Well, in reply to some of the reviews, I am making it a mer/der. I didn't really want to give it away but that's what I had planned. Don't get me wrong, I love Addison, she's my favourite character but I like Meredith with Derek. Sorry to those Addek fans, maybe I will write the next fic as Addek, who knows.

Okay, now on Christy's age, I thought Addison went to Seattle about two months later because that's how long she lived with Mark but I could be wrong. Also Derek says they were married for 11 years so that's why Christy is almost 12, they would have had her before the wedding but after they were engaged. I may be wrong but for the sake of this fic that's how it goes. So, when Addison goes to Seattle she'll be 12 and a month or so.

Oh and just so you know, for the time when just Derek was in Seattle, it is the same as the show, he lived with Meredith. This chapter is pretty much set during the Season 1 finale.

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She Just Didn't Care

Two months. That's how long it had been since Derek had left New York for Seattle. Addison hadn't really been surprised to come home the day after the 'incident' to find all of Derek's clothes and important belongings gone, but she had been surprised when Christy mentioned something about not going to see him for a long time.

It was then that she walked into the kitchen and found divorce papers, signed by him and a quick, harsh note about how he couldn't stand to stay and work in the same hospital as her and Mark. Now I know why Christy is so upset, she thought. As much as she loved Derek and missed him, she knew he needed time to realize that he missed her and Christy too. So, she waited. For two months she lived with Mark, but she knew they would never work.

For the past two months Christy had only talked to her mother when she had to and she flat out refused to talk to Mark. She spent most of the time at friends or with Derek's parents or siblings. Christy just couldn't believe that after what had happened, after what her mom had said to her dad about it just being one time, Mark was living with her. He was sleeping with her mom in her dad's bed. It just wasn't right, and that's why she preferred not to talk to either of them. The problem was though that her dad still hadn't called her, he had promised to call whenever he could but it had been two months and not one phone call. She felt like she didn't have any parents at all.

Christy came home one day and was going to head up to her room as usual but something stopped her. Something was different than usual; there was a suitcase sitting beside the front door. She wandered upstairs and found her mom in her room changing the sheets on her bed.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yes actually, I am going to Seattle for a consult; I will be back in a few days."

"Seriously, Seattle. As in like THE Seattle, where dad is."

"Yes."

"Can I come with you? Please, please, please."

"I think that would be a great idea, now go pack you suitcase, our plane leaves in 3 hours." And for the first time since the 'incident' Christy ran over and hugged her mother. Maybe things will be okay she thought.

They were in the cab, on the way to the hotel when Christy decided she just had to know. "So…Mark?"

"Over. I knew it couldn't be, I love your father." Ya, Christy thought, things are going to be okay. She smiled and for the first time in a while, so did Addison. The problem was however, that Addison had heard something, something that hurt her and would hurt her daughter too. Derek had a girlfriend.

They stepped inside the front doors of Seattle Grace hospital and they didn't have to look too far to find Derek. Christy saw him on the far side of the lobby and was about to run over and hug him when she noticed the pretty girl on his right arm. They continued to walk closer and eventually stood face to face with Derek and the mystery lady.

"Addison Shepherd, this is Christy, also Shepherd." Addison said, and stuck out her hand. "And you must be the woman screwing my husband." With that Christy took off, she didn't care that she didn't know where she was going or who she was running away from. She didn't want to hear anymore. She just didn't care.