It was suppose to be just like any other case. Addison confidently walked into the ER and took the chart a nurse extended out to her. She approached the bed that had a teenage girl lying in it with her father hovering close beside.

"Hello. I'm Dr. Montgomery." she introduced herself with a small polite smile while flipping the chart open.

"George Walters. This is my daughter, Alexa." he responded as the same polite gesture.

"Hi, Alexa." Addison smiled at the teen looking up at her with a look of fear in her eyes. "The ER doctor said you have been having abdominal pain." she stated, though it was more of a question which she needed to be confirmed.

The chunky man standing on the opposite side of the bed observed her carefully. He looked straight into her eyes and slowly scanned her appearance and features. He was without a doubt, the creepiest person Addison had ever met in her entire life. She knew from the look in his eyes that he wasn't like any average father. "No offense but why do we need a gynecologist for stomach pain. Her vagina is not on her stomach." he asked, his eyes fixed on the hospital ID hanging from the pocket of Addison's lab coat.

"Mr. Walters gynecology is basically medicine in relation to the female body. It's the study of diseases which effect women, most of which happen to be reproductive hence the misconception." Addison explain. "Its not the study of vaginas."

"Excuse my ignorance, doctor." the man answered sarcastically. "Will you please hurry up? We have got to get going."

Addison nodded, turning on the ultrasound machine. "Let me take a look at this and if we still can't diagnose her than I'll order an MRI." she answered while maneuvering the transducer over her abdomen. The teen winced in pain from the pressure being applied to her skin, she shut her eyes tightly to keep from crying. "I'm sorry, Alexa, I know this hurts. Just give me a minute." Addison said sympathetically.

"We don't have time for this, Dr. Montgomery!" George exclaimed from the other side of the bed while suspiciously watching Addison.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Walters, but I can't fast forward through this whole thing and end up missing something that could be fatal." Addison snapped. "And I really think you should be waiting out in the waiting room. The hospital has a policy for teenage patients. It's easier for us, it's easier for them and you."

"You want me to leave my daughter?" he asked incredulously and looked at her as if he would lash out and beat her at that very second. "With you?"

"Dad, it's not like she's asking you to leave the building...though I'm sure someone will if you keep acting like this." Alexa spoke up softly, fighting past her fear to have her voice heard. "Please. For me? Maybe she's right...I mean, I'm sure they didn't come up with that policy because it's fun to enforce. There has to be some logic and research behind it."

"Fine." he gave up, dragging his feet across the floor until he was no longer visible. He sat in the waiting room impatiently waiting for his daughter to be released and mentally kicking himself for bringing her to the hospital in the first place.

Meanwhile, Addison turned her attention back to her patient and completing the exam. She was stopped abruptly about halfway through when the teenage girl skeptically looked up at her. She stopped what she was doing, dropping her trademark intimidating facade. "You okay?" she asked.

"People tell you really random irrelevant stories all the time, right?" she asked. "So I won't be the only idiot to tell you something I've never told anyone."

"People tell me everything and anything they feel like they have to tell me." Addison answered. "..And sometimes they tell me things that they really don't need to tell me. But whatever it is, I'm no one to judge you for it. So if you have something to tell me and it's going to bother you if you don't, than just tell me. I promise it won't effect your treatment in any way."

"I swear, this is going to top your list of the craziest, most pointless stories ever." Alexa warned before drawing in a breath to begin the story. "Ever since I was a little kid, I've had this really weird dream. Not every single night but like...once a week. It's the same dream over and over again, the exact same things happen and it always ends the same way. I always wake up before it finishes. Anyway, in this dream there is this woman and now that I think about I could swear it's you."

Addison listened intently, not making any expressions which could discourage the child from confiding in her. She arched her brow and kept her arms crossed across her chest. "I mean... I suck at dream analysis but...Maybe you've seen me somewhere and never really noticed." she suggested. "Does it make this uncomfortable for you? Because if it does, I could call a different doctor. Or, I know your in a rush but if you want you could tell me about your dream and we could figure out why you think it's me. Maybe you'll stop having the dream if you understand what you're seeing."

"I haven't seen you anywhere." Alexa answered surely. "My dad and I, we live in the middle of no where. And I've never left the house...ever. This is my first time leaving the house. So I'm sure I've never seen you anywhere."

"TV? Internet? Magazine? My family owns Forbes magazine so...that might explain it. Or newspaper... something along those lines."

"Nope. My dad doesn't let me watch TV, we don't even have one. Or a computer...and we don't read magazines or newspapers." she answered.

Addison looked blank for a second, realizing that her patient had been socially isolated for as long as she could remember. "Okay, well..." she paused, not wanting to bring up touchy issues. "If you want to talk to me about it, I'm all ears. I'd be more than happy to help in anyway that I can." she gave a reassuring smile and sat down on a stool beside the bed, crossing her legs and lending her undivided attention.

"The dream...it starts out with this woman and a baby. She takes the baby out of her crib and changes her and all that then puts her on the carpet in the nursery. She gives the kid a bunch of toys to play with and watches for a little while. Then the phone rings and she leaves, saying she'll be back in a second. As soon as she walks out someone jumps out of a closet and takes the baby. I usually wake up before I can see her reaction or what happens next." Alexa explained.

Addison jaw dropped slightly. She wasn't sure how to react or what to say. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. The story she'd just heard was a story she knew all too well, a story that haunted her not once a week but every single night.

"Dr. Montgomery?" Alexa asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"

I know this is a little on the short side, sorry about that. I tried to add more but I felt like it killed the strength of the chapter. I used a little of that scene from Private Practice, Season Three, Episode 22. That guy was so creepy that I had to use the character. But the daughter didn't strike me as Addek. I'm picturing Alexa as that girl who plays Amy in Secret Life of An American Teenager. Although I gave up watching the show, I still think she would make the perfect teenage Addek daughter. I dont remember if I've ever said that in an A/N before. If I did, sorry for the repition.

Have any thoughts on how the story line is developing? If you have suggestions or requests, let me know.
BTW: Should this end Maddison or Addek? I'm leaning more toward Addek but it's up to you guys.