I still own absolutely nothing. Nothing. Characters belong to Shonda and Co. Sorry.

This chapter is nothing like I had intended. In fact, only the first few paragraphs are what I had planned. The rest just kind of came and I wrote. Still, not great, but I'm trying my best to make up for lack of updates.

It had been a week since they'd got back from their camping trip. A ridiculously long week. Well, at least in Derek's opinion it had been a long week and he was just ready to have a day off work, away from the hospital, away from the gossip, away from everything but Addison. Things had been good since they got back, and Addison had got what she wanted. Even though they had a perfectly good trailer – that was Derek's opinion – she wanted a hotel. A nice, fancy hotel, with room service. That was what Addison got, so for the past week, they'd been going back to a hotel which was only fifteen minutes drive from the hospital, rather than the fifteen minute drive to the dock, the thirty minute ferry ride across, and then the fifteen minute drive to the trailer. Derek couldn't help but agree that it was much more convienient.

Still, he missed the trailer he missed the open space, the fact that he could sit on their porch and look at that amazing view, whereas now, he got a view of Seattle, which he wasn't complaining about, but it wasn't quite the same. Addison was happy though, and if Addison was happy, who was he to complain? He wasn't. Because it kept a smile on her face most of the time, and that brought a smile to Derek's face.

He had three more hours, providing everything went well in the OR when he went in for the surgery in ten minutes, but he hoped that it did. In fact, he was a hundred percent certain that things would be absolutely fine. After all, he was Derek Shepherd. Alright, a little too much arrogance, but he knew what he was doing. It was as simple as that.

As he made his way down to the OR, he heard a familiar voice behind him, and he turned around to see Addison quickening her pace to match his, smiling as she saw him turn around. Things were good, they really were. "Hey." She said softly as she approached him, her hands pushed into her lab coat pockets.

"Hey yourself." Derek replied, a small grin on his face as he watched his wife, she seemed nervous, which wasn't something that usually came across Addison. It looked cute on her though. "You all right?" Derek questioned, brushing some of her red hair from her face, seeing her cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink from his touch. It amazed him how he still had that effect on her after all these years.

"Fine." She replied, taking her hands out of her lab coat pockets, looking around the two of them before back to Derek, who was looking at her in a way that made her heart race that little bit faster. "I'm fine." She assured him, nodding her head this time, still unsure of herself.

"You're lying." Derek stated simply, leaning in and pressing his lips softly against hers, before pulling away only seconds later. "I have surgery to get to, but I'd like to know what's bothering my wife before I go in."

It still made her melt. Well, there were two things, the first, whenever he said those three little words to her, and second, when he called her his wife. It wasn't with anger, or bitterness, it was filled with love, concern, all the good things really. "I'm fine." This time, it was more of a sigh than anything else, and she gently pushed his arm as she continued. "Go save a life. I'll see you back at the trailer."

At those last words, Derek couldn't help but chuckle softly as he rolled his eyes, stepping closer to her as his arm slipped around her waist. "That's it? The fact that you have to sleep in the trailer tonight?"

"I hate the trailer. It doesn't have room service, or a big comfy bed, or a shower big enough for both of us, or a sofa for me to fall asleep on because I don't like sleeping in the bed without you." Addison felt her cheeks turn a brighter shade of pink at her last reason, and she looked down at the ground, avoiding eye contact with her husband.

"Go to the hotel. Fall asleep on the sofa watching your crap movie, when I get back, we'll order room service and then we'll take a shower together and then maybe, you might get lucky in that big comfy bed."

"You sure?" Addison questioned, reluctantly bringing her gaze back up to meet his.

"It makes you happy, and seeing you happy, it's enough for me." Derek paused, pressing his lips lightly against Addison's once again, before continuing. "Plus, I can deal with sleeping in a hotel for a while longer."

"I love you." Addison replied softly, looking up into her husbands blue eyes, a smile on her face.

"I love you too. But I'll see you back at the hotel in a few hours." Right at that moment, Derek wanted nothing more than to just go home with his wife, watch some crap movie with her, and fall asleep. But he had to go into surgery and not see her again for a few hours.

"Go save a life, Derek Shepherd." Addison said, as she gently pushed his arm slightly once again.

"Go get some sleep, Addison Montgomery-Shepherd." Derek teased, placing another quick kiss on his wife's lips before turning back around and continuing his way back to the OR.

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Things had gone well in surgery, in fact, it hadn't been as long as what Derek had expected. It had began with his usual line of; It's a beautiful day to save lives. Let's have some fun. There'd been a bit of friendly banter between him and Miranda Bailey, which he could only assume was because he had made a choice, and he wasn't messing Meredith around any longer. He was trying his best to be professional about the situation, but it hadn't always gone so well. Meredith appeared to be handling the situation much better than her friends were, at least it felt that way.

When he left the OR two hours later, a nice easy surgery, he went down to fill out some paperwork, only to see Addison still sitting on one of the uncomfortable chairs in the waiting are. Of all places she chose to sit, he had no idea why she was sitting there. Taking the file with him, Derek walked over to where she was, taking the seat beside her as she looked up from the space on the ground she'd been staring at for who knew how long. "You're still here." Derek stated softly, opening the chart as he looked at his wife.

"Yeah, I... I'm still here." She said quietly, leaning against his shoulder as she watched him began to write something on the chart. Smiling as she saw his messy scrawl, amazed that some people managed to read it.

"Mind if I ask why?" Derek question, still filling out the chart.

"I just am."

"Been sitting here the whole time?" He asked, lifting his head up and turning it slightly as he pressed his lips against the top of her head softly.

"Something like that." Addison answered with a sigh, as she looked up at Derek. "Are you finished?"

"Almost, why?"

"Just wondered."

She was being distant and Derek didn't like it. Had he forgotten something? Their anniversary wasn't for another two months, her birthday was three months away, he wasn't bothered when his was. This wasn't a significant date in their diaries, he knew it wasn't. So, that didn't explain Addison's mood. Maybe it wasn't just the hotel after all, maybe there was something more. "Talk to me." Derek said as he closed the chart and reached for her hand. "How is this meant to work if you don't talk to me?" He copied her words from a few weeks before, unsure of whether it would help the situation or not.

It caused Addison to smile as she looked at him, she couldn't help it. His choice of words had brought that smile to her face, and she gently nudged his arm, still holding onto his hand firmly. "Nice one, Dr. Shepherd." She teased, before her face turning serious almost instantly. "Six months." That was all she said, letting go of Derek's hand as she leant back in the chair. "Go finish up, I want to go back to the hotel." It wasn't home, so she couldn't call it home, but it was a nice change from the trailer.

"All right, but we're talking when we get back there. I don't care how much you try to avoid it, we're talking. I'm worried about you." Derek placed a kiss on the top of her head as she stood up, smiling softly at her before walking away, putting the chart back at the nurses station.

All he really had to do was go and check on a couple of his patients, then he was done and free to go home. But he couldn't help but wonder what Addison had meant; six months. What was six months? He wasn't sure, but it meant something to Addison, and he was going to find out.

Twenty minutes later, after checking on his patients, Derek was in the attendings locker room changing into his usual attire of jeans and shirt, grabbing his jacket before making his way back towards Addison, who was still sitting in the same position as he had left her. As he stopped walking, about twenty feet from where she was, it hit him, he knew what she meant. He knew exactly what she meant by 'six months'. Taking a deep breath, Derek began to walk over to where she was, when suddenly, Miranda Bailey appeared in front of him, almost as though it was out of no where.

"What did you do?" She asked, that annoyed tone in her voice.

"Nothing. Not this time. It's just... I don't know how to explain it. We have things to talk about, a lot more than I thought." Derek said absently, his eyes remaining on his wife the whole time, who had looked up and caught his eye.

"You best not be lying, Shepherd." She glanced behind her, at Addison who was slowly making her way towards the two of them.

"I'm not. She means everything to me, I'm not screwing up again." Derek said honestly, holding his hand out towards Addison who was almost at them. As he felt her hand slip into his, he gave it a gentle squeeze as Addison moved closer.

"He's done nothing, Miranda. But thank you for looking out for me." Addison said softly, looking at the short woman who had been talking to her husband only moments before.

"It's alright. Have a good night, you two." Bailey said before turning and walking away, unsure of whether the couple were as happy as they'd been making themselves out to be.

Once Miranda had left, Derek turned to Addison, stepping closer to her as he spoke quietly. "Six months, huh?"

"You figured it out." She whispered, looking back up into Derek's eyes.

"I figured it out."

"Can we talk about things away from here?" Addison questioned lightly, glancing around at the few people who were looking at them, before back to Derek.

"At home." Derek said quietly, as he gently pulled her hand and began to walk down the hallway.

"It's not home." She reminded him gently, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

"It's home for now." Derek responded, looking at his wife, a small smile on his face. It was home until they got something more permanent. Because even though he missed the trailer, he didn't miss Addison complaining about it all the time.