"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Addison asked hesitantly, making sure to keep a few feet of distance between them as she spoke to him.

"I don't have time." he simply answered, prepared to walk away if she was to push him into the conversation. "We are at work, we are professional...at least I am. I'm not sure about you. So while we are at work, we are going to keep things between us strictly professional. No talking about anything not related to medicine. Got it?"

"Derek, will you pull that stick out of your ass for two minutes and listen to me?" she asked, finding herself getting a little more temperamental than she had intended to when she first approached him. "I'm not asking you to forgive me or let me explain. I'm not trying to get you to break up with your girlfriend. I'm not even asking you to stop treating me like I'm not human. All I want it for you to listen to me and not roll your eyes."

"I don't have time for this." he repeated once again.

"It's Alexa, Derek." she blurted out. She'd been thinking about how she would tell him for hours. She had no idea how to say it or how he would react but as it turns out, all the planning was for nothing. "I'm sorry...I wasn't suppose to tell you like this but I thought you'd listen. She's in the ER, well... I'm having her transferred to ICU so she can't be checked out AMA."

Derek scoffed loudly before rolling his eyes. "The things you are willing to do for attention..." he mumbled beneath his breath.

"I- what?" Addison found herself asking. It wasn't at all a reaction she'd pictured herself responding to. "I'm not doing this for attention, Derek. I'm glad that no one here knows about her, I'm glad no one pities me and looks at me like they feel bad for me. I don't want attention."

"Then what the hell are you doing all of this for?" Derek snapped, screaming loudly without caring that everyone on the surgical floor was staring at him. "Why are you here? Why are you trying to convince me that our kid is here? If that's not for attention than what the hell is? She's dead, Addison. She's been dead for a very long time. Over a decade. You need to accept that and move on with your life."

"She's not dead." Addison insisted in a whisper, looking down at the ground while he yelled at her.

"They never found her, Addison. They found traces of her blood in some guys car... abandoned in the middle of no where. She's gone, Addison. She's gone and you need to learn to deal with that and not hang on to false hope."

"She's not dead. She's up in the ICU. She's got wavy brown hair but in bright light it looks auburn and greenish-blueish eyes. She's got your skin tone and my smile. She has your charm, your way of making everything sound less horrible than it really is. She does that thing with her eye brow that I used to do. You would say it was the cutest thing ever. It's her, Derek. It's our daughter and she's here."

"Have you done a DNA test?" he responded dully, obviously still not convinced that it could be his child. He had spent too much time grieving her loss to try to process the possibility that she was never actually gone.

Addison shook her head. "I have a blood sample from her. I was going to ask if you could draw blood from me so I could take it to the lab for comparison." she answered in a low tone, prepared to be rejected after the reaction he had given.

"Fine." he remarked dryly. "But you should know, when the results don't match and the DNA test turns out negative... you're gonna be alone in recovering from that. I'll be there to say 'I told you so' but I'm not giving you a hand to hold or a shoulder to cry on."

"I don't expect you to be there." she assured. "If it's negative than I'll wallow in misery for a day or two, hating myself for giving myself false hope and then I'll bury it and move on. If it's positive than I'll still expect nothing from you, all I wanted was for you to know. If you don't want to be involved than I'm not going to force you."

"You say that now..." Derek told himself in a quiet tone, knowing she wouldn't have heard him. But she knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't be able to go through any of it alone.

That night Addison had volunteered to stay for the night shift. She didn't want to risk leaving her daughter and it's not like she would be able to sleep if she was to be at her hotel. She held the results of the DNA test in her hand with a few other envelopes while she stood outside Derek's office contemplating what her next move would be.

After a few more seconds of thought, she knocked on the door and waited for a response. She heard Derek shout his permission to enter before she walked in. There was a time when formalities like that were unnecessary between them but now times had changed. She walked in to see Derek sitting at his desk with Meredith standing beside him, leaning against the desk.

"Sorry, did I bother you guys?" she asked in a state of withdrawal. She didn't seem to be effected by the situation anymore but that was only because she was good at putting on a facade which no one could see past.

"No." Meredith answered as she increased the distance between herself and Derek. "We have a surgery together tomorrow morning and I wanted to go over the details with him."

"Do you think you can give us a few minutes?" Derek asked softly, knowing she would be leaving either way. Meredith nodded and walked out the door, closing it on her way out.

"I uh...have the results." she informed as she placed the lab results on his desk. "I know it usually takes a day or two but I had them put a rush on it just to give us a one dimension answer. That's all we really needed. And it's positive. She's our daughter."

Derek didn't show much emotion. He just opened the folder and scanned through the results. "I wasn't really expecting this." he admitted.

"I know. I also have divorce and custody papers. Three different sets, actually." she responded as she spread out three different versions of the same document in front of him. "Sign the first one if you don't want anything to do with her after the divorce. No custody, no visitations, no child support or alimony or anything like that. Second set would give me primary physical custody but you could visit when you want and we'd make all major decisions together. Set three gives us 50/50 custody in the divorce."

Derek nodded as he flipped through all three sets of the divorce papers. "I still want to read through them before I decide which set I sign."

Addison nodded. "Just let me know what you decide because I'm no gonna say anything to her until we know what we're doing."

"So she doesn't suspect anything right now?" he asked.

"No. I don't know how to tell her or what to tell her. And if she asks about her father than I wanna be able to be honest with her and not lie and give her false hope."

Derek nodded, telling her that he understood and accepted her decision. She left without another word and left him staring at three different forms which would inevitably end his marriage.

Thanks for all the reviews! I seriously grin like an idiot when I read every single one of them. And the votes was 11 for Addek, 1 for Maddison so it will be Addek...but a little later in the story.
I know Derek is a bitch in this chapter but I promise, he will be a lot better in coming chapters. I don't know if you guys noticed, but I like making Derek a bitch in the beginning and making him perfect in the end.

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