Sadly, I don't own Grey's Anatomy. Nor anyone in it. I'd like it if I did though. My own personal Patrick Dempsey would be amazing. I guess I'm just going to have to settle for a vacation in Seattle. It's only like a week and a half. =] You don't want to hear my ramblings. You'd like to read. Go ahead. Reviews are appreciated.

It was obvious that Addison disliked Meredith, anyone who saw them could tell that, and Derek was certain that even patients noticed it too. But how was he meant to stop talking to Meredith? After all, they worked together, he couldn't just ignore her each time she spoke to him. This was his wife, the woman he had be married to for almost twelve years, asking him to stop speaking to the woman who was almost everything Addison wasn't, because she wanted their marriage to work. It was almost as though she didn't believe that Derek wanted it as much as she did, despite having a million and one reasons to feel that way about things.

The silence that filled the air between them, Addison looking at Derek expectantly, waiting for an answer, an answer from him to help her decide whether to continue to pack her things and leave him, or stay right where she was. The look on Derek's face was of shock, he should've expected it though, he knew he should have done, and not hoped that he could have the best of both worlds.

"Addie." He said somewhat pleadingly as he kept his eyes on her, she was putting the spot light on him, so to speak, and he didn't want to say the wrong thing to anger her, but he knew that if he said something wihtout thinking, she would take it the wrong way. Then again, the silence and waiting for him to answer her would just anger her even more. Derek knew this woman, he knew when she was going to yell by the look on her face, there was just something about her.

"It's a simple thing Derek, you shouldn't have to think about it." Her tone was impatient, she just wanted an answer, something, anything. Well, maybe not anything but definitely something.

"You can't expect me to just stop talking to her, that's impossible. We work together." Letting out a sigh, Derek glanced around for a few seconds, searching for the right words to say, but before he had a chance to say anything else, Addison was speaking.

"We work together, but somehow you still manage to avoid me at work, and not speak to me. But with her, you just can't do it, can you? You just can't seem to make a promise to your wife that you won't speak to your little intern anymore." Her words were full of bitterness and resentment towards Meredith Grey, although she didn't entirely blame Meredith for what had happened, after all, Meredith hadn't know Derek was married when he came to Seattle. It just seemed to be a minor detail he had forgotten to mention.

"Listen to me!" His raised voice shocked Addison a little, and she could sense her husband was getting angry, maybe this time he'd yell and want to fight for their marriage, not let it fall apart. "You tell me to stop speaking to her, then you won't even let me speak. You won't even let me say what the hell is going on in my mind right now. I can't just stop talking to her, she's an intern, I'm going to be working with her. That's something you're going to have to deal with, Addie. As for what she and I had, that's over. I decided to give my... our marriage another chance because of obligation more than anything, but it's not that any more. You want me to stop talking to Meredith? Fine, I will, for everything but work related things. But don't expect me to just walk into work tomorrow and ignore her completely. I've hurt her enough, and I can't do it again."

Those words from Derek just angered Addison even more, she was relieved to hear him say that he was going to stop talking to Meredith other than work related things, but then he had carried on speaking, and said that he had hurt Meredith enough and he couldn't do it anymore. What the hell? He had hurt her, back in New York, he had hurt her when he left her at home alone all those nights he promised to be there. Anniversaries, Birthdays, Christmas. They were times when he promised to be there, but he never showed up, or he was late when he did. "You can't hurt her? What about me, Derek? What about your wife?" Addison yelled, a little louder than she had intended, but he had hurt her, he had angered her, and they both knew that was never a good thing.

"I screwed up. With you, I screwed up. You gave me another chance, you came out here and gave me another chance. Despite being the worst husband ever, you're here. Packing your things, but you're here." Derek glanced at the duffel bag and back up to Addison. "I know I hurt you, but walking in on what I did, it hurt me too. We're as bad as each other, Addie. But at night, having you curled up next to me in bed, seeing you in the OR when you're saving a patients life, sitting at work with a patients chart pretending to fill it out when you're thinking about something else. All those little things make me realize how stupid I was to screw up with you. They all make me think of the Addison I fell in love with."

Damnit. Why did he do that? Why did he get her all fired up and then go and be the charming gentleman she remembered? They used to fight, they used to yell so much and not have things like this. No, they did. Derek always caved before Addison, because he hated her being mad at him. There had even been a time when she had been yelling at him over something stupid and refused to speak to him, only for him to go completely out of his way to get her favorite coffee and muffin from a little bakery completely the opposite direction of the hospital in New York. It was the little gestures like that she loved.

"You're an ass, Derek." It was all she could say, nothing else came to mind. As angry as she still felt inside, she couldn't yell, she couldn't cry, she couldn't do anything.

"An ass that you don't mind living in a trailer with? Or an ass that you hate that much you want to leave and go to stay somewhere a little more upmarket?" A small cocky grin came across his lips slightly as he looked at Addison.

Rolling her eyes at his grin, she stepped closer to him taking her hand in his own and giving it an gentle squeeze. "An ass I don't mind living in a trailer with." Leaning in, Addison kissed his lips softly, keeping them lightly against his as she spoke again. "I still hate the trailer."

Maybe they could be DerekandAddison again, maybe they could. It would be a rollercoaster, but they could at least try to be.

Update tomorrow, most likely. Maybe two, since you won't be getting on on Thursday. I have a busy day then.