First off, I'm apologizing for the 'delay' on this. I went to Alton Towers today, and it was much fun! Other than the screaming girls at the whole 'Jelly Bean' thing. I didn't quite get that. It was amazing anyway, and it didn't rain! Which is also a plus, considering it was meant I hadn't gone there, this would've probably been written this morning rather than now.

I'm apologizing in advance too, because I'm not sure how good this is going to be. I'm kind of tired, but I wanted to give you guys an update, because I'm nice like that.

I still own nothing, I did get a cup thing from Alton Towers today though. It cost me £5. Crazy, really. But I appreciated the 'free' refills of it all day.

Reviews are appreciated, as much as my 'free' refills were. If not, more so.

The drive back to the hotel was silent, well other than the occasional little question between the two, about a movie and dinner, that was it. They had things to talk about, and even though it wasn't something that either one of them wanted to bring up, it wasn't going to stop them. Derek wasn't running, neither was Addison. They were sticking together, they had proved that much in the fifteen minute drive back, because neither had yelled, or said the slightest painful remark, or anything really. Derek had reached across and taken Addison's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, reassuring her that he was there for her.

That small gesture had brought the tiniest of smiles to Addison's face, as she had looked down at their hands together, the way they fitted perfectly with one another. The smile had remained on her face as she looked up at Derek, who had glanced over at her momentarily before his eyes were back on the road. There had been nothing more that Derek wanted than to just put his arms around her and hold her closer, let her know that things were fine, that they were fine.

Standing in the elevator going up to their floor, Addison let her head rest against Derek's shoulder, her hand still gripping his firmly, almost as if she was afraid that if she let go of it, she'd lose him suddenly. "You alright?" Derek questioned softly as the elevator doors opened at their floor, he knew that she wasn't, the look on her face told him that, but he couldn't stop himself from asking it.

"Tired." Addison replied walking down the hallway with Derek to their room, letting go of his hand as he went to get the keycard from his wallet. As she watched him take it out and open the door, Addison looked up at him, reaching up and brushing her fingers lightly through some of his hair. "We still talking?" She questioned lightly, hoping that they would be.

"I think we should." Derek answered, a small smile on his lips at the feeling of her fingers through his hair as he opened the door and held it for her, before he too walked into their room.

"Good." It wasn't much of an answer, but she was glad that he wasn't going to brush it aside completely. She was glad that they were talking. "We're making things work." Addison stated as she took her jacket off, whilst slipping her shoes off of her feet.

"We're making things work." Derek agreed as he too removed his own jacket, hanging it up before taking Addison's from hers and hanging it up for her. "You want to order room service first? I might even let you choose." He needed to keep the tone light, he didn't want arguments or anything, he just wanted to talk to her. To show her that he was in this whole thing.

"Aw, you're too sweet." Her tone was full of sarcasm as she rolled her eyes at her husband, walking to the dresser and pulling out a pair of his pajama pants and t-shirt for herself. "When I'm changed, then we'll decide." She answered, this time seriously. Even though his clothes were way too big for her, she couldn't help but love wearing them. They were Derek's, they smelt of him, she couldn't help but like them. And even though he was there, she didn't care, she wanted to wear his clothes, not her own.

"My clothes?" Derek questioned, before walking to the sofa and sitting down after he'd taken off his shoes, wanting Addison to join him.

"Your clothes." Addison nodded her head before slipping into the bathroom to get changed. Despite the fact that Derek had seen her with much less than her underwear more times than it was possible to remember, she still had her moments when she didn't like changing in front of him. She liked her own privacy,

As Derek waited for Addison to change, he looked through the room service menu, they'd probably end up ordering something and not actually eating it, but it was something to lighten the mood ever so slightly before they started to talk about the more serious matter. When he heard the bathroom door open, he smiled as Addison made her way over to him, his clothes drowning her small frame completely. "You look good."

"You need to shut up." Addison smirked at him, taking a seat close beside him, looking at the menu he was still holding as she felt his arm wrap around her shoulder. "What do you want?" She asked, looking up at him slightly.

"I don't mind. Just want to order a few things, and then eat whatever you want?" He suggested as he watched her go back to looking at the menu.

"Pizza?" She suggested, looking up at him once again. "I'm not that hungry, really. But you'll force me to eat anyway."

Even though pizza wasn't exactly Derek's idea of a healthy, substantial meal, it was what Addison wanted, and honestly, he wasn't too hungry either. So ordering a few things would be a waste, they might as well stick to just the one thing and if they wanted anything else, they could order it later. "Pizza."

After they'd agreed what they wanted, which was more of Derek asking Addison and agreeing with her immediately before phoning room service, Derek then looked back at Addison who had turned to face him slightly on the sofa, her eyes intently on his. "Derek." She began, unsure of where exactly this whole thing was going, but she didn't have chance to continue before she was stopped by Derek's finger pressed against her lips.

"Let me talk, please?" Derek waited for Addison to agree and when he saw her nod her head slightly, he smiled at her, placing his hand on her thigh as he done so. "It's been six months. Honestly, I don't care. I thought we'd got past all this, or at least we were getting past it all. We're making things work, I want things to work. I made the mistake of pushing you into his arms, I deserved to walk in on the two of you six months ago. But I shouldn't have ran, I should have stayed, fought it out with you. I should've fought for our marriage and not just left it."

"Can I say something?" She questioned cautiously, playing with his fingers of the hand that was resting on her thigh. As she saw him nod his head this time, she took a deep breath before continuing. "I'll rephrase that, can I say something without you yelling and telling me to get out, or you walking away. Can I say something and then we sit here and talk about things like two adults? Because if you're serious about us, we need to do that, we need to talk. Not yell, just talk. I deserve to be yelled at, and I'd appreciate that much more than you just walking away again."

The way she had worded things, Derek knew he was in for something bad and he didn't like the sound of it. It had been six months since he had walked in on his wife and his best friend, in his own bed. It hurt him, it had done. But they were making things work, they were trying, and things had been good. But he wasn't convinced they would stay that way for all that much longer. "I'm serious about us, but I'll listen. No yelling, no walking away." Derek agreed, nodding his head slightly, his eyes remaining on Addison as he waited for her to talk.

Her mouth was dry, it was horrible, but she needed to talk, she needed to say what she had to say, and she hoped that he would stay with her. That he wouldn't run. Taking a deep breath, Addison began to fiddle with her own fingers, leaving Derek's hand on her thigh, not wanting to feel it when he suddenly removed his hand from her leg after she told him. "Mark and I... After you left... He and I... We stayed together." Addison stopped as she felt a single tear fall down her cheek, she hated herself for it, but Derek had a right to know. She was avoiding eye contact with him as much as she could, which so far was working out all right for her. "You left, and I never thought that we'd get things back, we stayed together, because I couldn't face the fact that I'd lost you for some stupid mistake."

It hit him like a tonne of bricks, and there was a part of him that just wanted to get up from where he was and walk away, tell her that he couldn't deal with her. But that was just a tiny part of him, the rest of him, most of him, was telling himself to sit there with her, listen to what she had to say and work things out. That part had completely taken over, he couldn't lose her again. "You stayed together?" The words came out somewhat choked as he looked at Addison, more frustrated with the fact she wasn't looking at him than anything else.

"You had gone, I thought you hated me, he was there. I believed his lies, I believed him when he said that he loved me, that we would make things work." There were more tears falling down her cheeks now, and she watched as Derek removed his hand from her thigh, knowing that it was too good to be true for him to keep it there. But when she felt his hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing the tears away, she couldn't help but wonder what was going on. She hadn't expected that, at all.

"Then, he done what he usually did?" Derek questioned, knowing that it was Mark's thing, he didn't do commitment, he never had done.

"He done what he usually did." She nodded, her eyes falling onto his light blue ones, a hopeful look on her face.

"It hurts, doesn't it? Catching someone you love with someone else?" It hadn't meant to sound cruel, but he couldn't help it, it just came out before he was able to stop himself. The look on Addison's face was enough to make him hate himself right at that moment, and he removed his hand from her cheek and reached her hers, giving it a small squeeze. "Sorry."

"No, you have every right to be that way. You have every right to walk away to be honest."

"I'm done walking away." He said firmly, his eyes looking into her pools of grey, he hadn't meant anything this much in a while, because he was done walking away. He was there, by her side until the end. "I shouldn't have said that, because I screwed up too, in every possible way. But we're making things work now, if you still want to?"

"Of course I still want to." She replied immediately, her eyes remaining on his as she almost glared at him. "There's more." She hated herself even more, she really did. "You're gonna get mad, I don't want you to get mad though, but I know you will."

"No yelling or walking away, remember?" He reminded her, keeping a firm grip on Addison's hand as he listened to her continue.

"I was pregnant. It was his. I had an abortion. I didn't want his baby, I wanted yours. I wanted a mini Derek running around with your hair and blue eyes. Or a little girl with my hair and your eyes. Or both. I wanted my family with you, not him. Mark was a mistake."

That wasn't what he'd expected at all, he'd half expected there to be something about Mark, which was why, in a way, the whole staying together thing didn't surprise him and piss him off as much as he had thought. But this, this was different. Addison had been carrying a child, not his, but his 'best friends' child. "Did Mark know?" He asked quietly, his eyes not leaving her as he waited for an answer.

"He knew. It didn't stop him from cheating though." She didn't need to feel sorry for herself, because no one in their right mind would feel sorry for her. But as she looked up at Derek, she recognized the look in his eyes, it wasn't anger or hatred, those would've been much easier to deal with, it was hurt and pain. Something she hated seeing when she looked at him. "I know sorry doesn't cut it, but you're my husband, and if you still want to make this work, then you have a right to know. I get that you might not, or that we've just taken a hundred steps back compared to the ten forward we've taken. But I couldn't not tell you. I still love you." Another tear slid down her cheek, yet again, it was met with Derek's thumb, and she looked up at him. She didn't deserve him, maybe Meredith did deserve him after all.

"Right now, I hate you, I hate Mark, I hate myself. But even with all that, even with how much I wish you hadn't said any of it and that I don't want any of it to be true, with all that, I still love you too." She was right, it was like a hundred steps back compared to the ten forward, but they'd make it, right? They had to make it. After all, they were Derek and Addison. No, they were DerekandAddison.

It's crap, I know. I'm tired, but you have something.

Well done McMuffin for guessing! =]