Hi, thanks for the reviews! I love those! And I'm kinda in love with Eric Dane, never mind how be behaves in the show, I love him, so it just HAD to be Mark ;) Here's the next part, still a short one though.

Hope you enjoy it!

Chapter II

Addison looked around the place she had called home now for about a year. She remembered Mark's hands covering her eyes as they made their way through the building and into their new penthouse, the one he bought when she agreed to move in with him.

She had called Mark soon after finding that Derek, then her husband, had slept with Meredith Grey at the now infamous 'prom night'. Mark had caught the first plane he could, showed up at the front door of her hotel room, and just hold her as she cried her eyes out. The weeks that followed were sort of a blur, staying at the hotel with Mark for a whole week, going through divorce, meetings, lawyers, properties… it had been horrible.

Passing Meredith and Derek through the halls of Seattle Grace hadn't been a walk in the park either. At first, Mark had being acting like 'Mark'. Once she told him she had not interest in having a relationship with him, he had roamed Seattle, attacking anything with a skirt. Once he got over the pain of her not wanting to be with him at the moment, Mark had decided to stay in Seattle for her sake. Richard had offered him a job, much to Derek's chagrin. He had accepted, with the condition that he had to be able to make the odd journey to New York, Mark could never totally say good-bye to his city and he had a lot of clientele over there. So Doctor Mark Sloan had made Seattle Grace one of the foremost Plastic Surgery Centers this side of the sea. And after that, Mark had surprisingly become a big help. Even managed to keep it in his pants as she tried to figure out her life, who knew?

Six months after her divorce was final, Addison had undressed him on the on call room. She had to smile at that memory, he had been so stunned. She had finally been starting to feel like herself, she had slowly realized that maybe she was already over Derek and ready to move on with her life.

She had remembered falling in love with Mark the first time around in New York. She couldn't remember falling out of love with him, though.

So she decided to take a chance.

And the chance had paid off. Mark was everything she had remembered… cocky, arrogant, loved to get on people nerves, annoying, loving, sweet, tender, passionate, strong… she had remembered the love he had never forgotten.

About a month after they got together, he had proposed. A week after that, they moved in together and a couple of months later they were married. It had been a beautiful ceremony, with friends and family. She had been particularly touched when Derek showed up, Meredith by his side, and asked to talk to her alone. Addison had been worried he wouldn't attend to the ceremony, and had been surprisingly relieved when she saw him entering her private chambers as Savvy and Miranda had been fussing over her make-up and wedding gown.

"You look beautiful, Addie." He smiled at her and she could see the sincerity in his eyes. She smiled at him, taking his hand in hers.

"Thank you… and thank you for coming."

"I couldn't miss it."

"I… I just thought maybe…"

"I wouldn't show up?" he smiled and took her in his arms, "I thought about it, but you are family, Addison. How can I not come to your wedding?"

"You mean that?" she asked, burying her face on his shoulder, knowing Savvy and Miranda were going to murder her for effectively ruining her make-up.

"I know we've made a good job of avoiding each other since the divorce… no more that polite hellos at the hospital and consults… but you are Addison, you're a part of me."

"You're a part of me too, Derek."

"Good. Then let's not forget that again, okay? I don't want to continue like this. Our life together was beautiful, and just because our marriage didn't work out, that doesn't mean fifteen years of loving each other disappear."

"I've missed you." She answered, breaking away from his embrace so she could look him in the eye. She was smiling as the tears fell from her eyes.

"I've missed you too." He grinned his McDreamy smile and cleaned her tears with her thumb, "Oh come on, Addie. Don't cry, Bailey is going to kick my ass for making you cry and ruin your make up." He joked, and Addison couldn't help but laugh. This was good. This was her Derek, the guy that had been was such an important part of her life for a long time. Maybe now, as she began a new life, she would get her friend back.

"Okay. You're right. Thanks for coming to my wedding, now get out so I can redo my make up."

"Oh, now you kick me out? Nice, Addison." He joked. Then he grew serious and moved to kiss her softly on the forehead, "I love you, Addison. You make sure Sloan treats you right, or I'll make him pay."

"I love you too, Derek. And Mark is wonderful to me, you don't need to worry."

"Good. I'll see you walking down the aisle, Addie."

"Bye Derek." As he turned to leave, Addison couldn't help herself but calling him again, "Derek?" he turned to her, and she smiled, "Now that we have made our peace, maybe it's time for you and Mark to make amends."

Soon after the wedding, both men had starting building back their friendship. She had been happy for them, they both seemed much more at peace now. Mark had made friends with Preston Burke rather quickly after coming over to Seattle, something that everyone was a little surprised about. But she knew Mark, she knew he missed his best friend, and Derek had missed him too. It was good to see them talking, everyone deserved a second chance.

So, for a while there, everything seemed perfect. A few months after their wedding, she had started feeling sick. Mark had freaked out, wanting to rush her over to the hospital and run a series of tests, until she had told him she suspected she was pregnant. She had never seen a bigger grin on her husband's face. He had rushed over to her and kissed her deeply, despite her protests that she had just been sick. Mark had been so excited, holding her and kissing her until Addison had to push him away in order to continue been sick. Once she was done, Mark had helped her to the bed and handed her a glass of water. After making sure she was alright, he had rushed over to the closest drugstore and bought a home pregnancy test.

She had frowned upon that.

World renowned neonatology and gynecological surgeon and he had brought her a home pregnancy test? She had actually felt a little bit insulted.

But Mark hadn't cared about her diplomas and practically locked her into their bathroom until she took the test.

The test that came back positive. Addison Forbes Montgomery-Sloan was pregnant. The two weeks leading up to Mark's death had been filled with talks about their baby, arrangements, plans… Mark had been adamant about buying a house.

He was getting his wish.

Addison sighed as she looked around the place she and Mark had called home. All the furniture was gone, barely a few boxes left. A week after Mark's funeral, she had found it impossible to stay at the penthouse. She had been staying with Richard and Adele Webber, but she knew she had to get her own place at some point.

"We are almost set, Matt." She murmured, caressing her still flat stomach. At nine weeks pregnant, morning sickness was still going on strong, but she wasn't showing yet. She walked slowly towards one of the boxes and was surprised to find Mark's photograph on top of it. She remembered that picture, she had taken it, and it was one of her favorites. Mark had been sitting on their living room, on the rug, his back against the wall, giving her his devil may care trademark smile.

"You got it, Mark. I'm moving. Matt and I are going to live in a house with a huge garden and a pool in the back. It's beautiful." She missed him so much.

"Addison?" a soft voice called her name behind her.

"Hey, Preston." She answered, turning to face her friend. Preston and Derek had been helping with the move, she hadn't had the heart to pack Mark's stuff herself. This morning, she had come only to see the end result. Everything was packed, she was good to go. Obviously, both Preston and Derek had been adamant about allowing her to carry a single thing. Adele and Richard were already waiting at her new house, with Miranda Bailey.

She had been surprised when Izzie Stevens had come to help… then again she was her protégé and her friend, she had already made several offers to help her with the baby whenever needed.

She had almost fainted when Alex Karev showed up to help.

"Sloan was my attending." Was his succinct explanation. She didn't question him further, she knew Mark had worked with him since coming to Seattle and whoever cared about her husband couldn't be that bad on her list.

"Ready to go?" Preston's question made her thoughts stop, and he slowly removed the picture from his hands.

"I guess." She inhaled deeply and felt Preston's arms around her shoulders.

"You're doing fine, Addison. Better than I expected."

"Well I kinda have to. For Matt."

"Matt?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The baby." She answered with a shy smile, covering her stomach protectively with her hand "Mark wanted to name the baby Matthew."

"It's a good name. Matthew Sloan."

"Matthew Mark Sloan."

"Matthew Mark. It's a great name."

"Thank you." Addison gave a last look around her home, remembering every spot she and Mark had kissed in, "I can't believe I'm moving… without Mark."

"I know it's hard, Addison. But you have to think about the good times you both had… and about the life you're building for you and Matt."

"Yeah… Mark would want me to move on, right?"

"You hear this a lot, don't you?" she had to smile at that.

"I do. But thanks anyway. Really Preston, you have been a great friend."

"Not worries. Come on, Shepherd can lift these boxes, I'm driving you home." He made her turn around, his arm still around her shoulders. She allowed Preston to guide her through her living room and up to the doorstep. She had to turn around one more time, look at the life she was living behind.

"Good-bye, love." Was her last thought as Preston Burke closed the door behind them.