I apologise for the lack of updates, and this would have been up earlier today if it wasn't for me getting distracted with Friends, Simpsons and Hollyoaks. Here it is. Hopefully, (although I make no promises) the next one will be up by Sunday.

I'd really appreciate reviews. Honestly.

"Derek?" Addison whispered loudly, nudging Derek as she reached for her husband's hand. She wasn't sure why it was, but each time she was on a plane, Addison got terrified when it took off and landed. He'd been awake when the plane had taken off, but she knew it wasn't going to be all that long before it landed and she wanted him to be awake for it. As peaceful as he looked as he slept, she couldn't do it without him. How she'd managed to fly out to Seattle before without Derek, Addison had no idea.

"What?" He mumbled sleepily, automatically lacing his fingers with Addison's as he opened his eyes.

Addison just smiled sheepishly at her husband, feeling bad for waking him up. But as she saw the smile on his face, she knew that he wasn't annoyed with her for waking him up. "We're going to be landing soon."

Derek chuckled softly, letting go of Addison's hand for a few seconds and he shifted in his seat to get a little more comfortable. "I figured that was why you were waking me up," he began, reaching over and taking her hand once again. "You all right?"

"Other than the fact I can't wait to get off this plane, I'm good. Did you sleep well?"

"I did, at least as well as I can in one of these seats. I'm glad we're almost there." Derek watched his wife pull his hand onto her lap and started to trace patterns on the back of it, a habit she'd started back when they first met. He knew she was worried and excited about going back to New York, he knew when she got nervous, he knew her little habits. He knew that she was worried his family wouldn't be quite so forgiving. "It'll be alright."

Hearing Derek's reassurance, Addison smiled at him, a silent response to his statement. It would be alright, it had to be. Having Derek there was going to make it alright. As she sat there gripping Derek's hand tightly, Addison knew they'd be alright. Of course, since everything that had happened in New York, since Mark and Meredith, since they started to actually work on their marriage, the only person in Derek's family that Addison had seen was Nancy. But Nancy didn't count, they'd been friends for years beforehand. Nancy was one of Addison's best friends. Not to mention the fact that Addison knew that Nancy too had cheated with Mark Sloan. It was something neither of them wanted to bring up again, but Nancy's had been before she got married. She'd been engaged, but not married to the man she loved for eleven years.

"Hey, you've gone all quiet on me, normally this is the part you talk non-stop to try and forget we're landing." Derek teased gently, giving his wife's hand a small squeeze. "Sure you're alright?"

Looking at him, Addison wanted nothing more than to be curled up next to him, with nothing like the damn armrest between the two of them. She wanted to just sit in his arms for hours on end and be grateful for the fact he was still there. "I've been better," she replied honestly, knowing her husband would question it further.

"We'll talk when we get to the hotel, if you wanted?" Derek suggested, pulling both his and Addison's hand from her lap and onto his, taking up his nervous habit by playing with her fingers. Some things never changed.

The red head smiled down at their hands as Derek began to fiddle with her fingers, tracing lines up and down them, and stopping when he reached her wedding ring. "Derek?" Addison asked, unsure as to why he stopped.

Caught up in thought, Derek slowly looked up at his wife, noticing the cheerful look that had been on her face from before was no longer there. Instead, she was worried. "I love you, you know that?" He began only continuing when she nodded her head. "I screwed up." That time his words were a whisper, only so Addison could hear them.

"What? When?" She had no idea whether he was referring to when they'd been in New York, Seattle of whether this was something completely new.

Letting out an audible sigh, he went back to playing with her hand, his thumb brushing around her wedding band almost constantly. "When we were here," he started only to be interrupted by the pilot saying that they were preparing to land. It would have to wait.

Silence fell between the couple, one of the rare times when they were on a plane together and they were quiet when it was landing. Addison liked talking to take her mind off of the fact the plane was landing, but this time, she was happy with the silence. She still gripped his hand tighter as she felt the plane begin to descend, and a tiny smile formed on her lips as she felt Derek give her hand a small squeeze. He was reassuring her that things were alright, that they'd be alright.

Two hours later and Derek was holding open the door to their hotel room for Addison before taking their luggage inside and letting the door close behind him. He didn't intend on doing all that much for the rest of the day, not to mention they clearly had more things they needed to talk about. Derek smiled as he watched Addison begin to look around the hotel room, something she always done when they stayed in a hotel. "Does it meet your approval?"

Addison turned her head round quickly and grinned over at her husband, nodding her head as she walked over to him. "It does. You know Nancy said we could have stayed at hers."

"But would you want a week with the kids around you constantly?"

Taking Derek's hand, she laced their fingers together and leant against him slightly. "Probably not, no. Maybe for a day or two, but I'd want it to just be us for the rest of it." Addison smiled as she felt Derek's lips against her forehead, and she gripped his hand even tighter. "What do you want to do? Did you want to stay in or not?"

"We could go out, get something to eat and then come back here for the rest of the night. If that's alright with you?"

"Sounds perfect. I'll call Nancy when we're back here too, I'm sure she'll want to see her favorite brother." Addison teased, pulling away from Derek and going to pick up her purse.

"I'm her only brother, Addie. Therefore, I'm automatically her favorite. I'm sure that you're also her favorite sister-in-law too." Derek said as he double checked that he had his cell phone, wallet and their room key before opening the door for Addison. They could unpack later, they had plenty of time to do that when they got back to their room. But they both just wanted to make the most of the fact that they were back in New York, that they were back home.

The couple walked down the street in silence, both lost in thought about the good times they'd had before when they lived in New York. In Derek's mind, the bad things kept on coming to mind too, he didn't want them too, but they were. This trip was to bring them closer together, it wasn't a real vacation but at least coming back to New York they could really face their problems. They could go back to the Brownstone they both still owned, even though they refused to stay there for their week in New York. They could visit Derek's family, and if they wanted to, if Addison wanted to, they could visit her family too. One person who Derek didn't want to run into was Mark, the man who had been like a brother to him for such a long time.

Addison kept on thinking about their first date, how Derek had refused to give her a goodnight kiss, only admitting to her two days later that he regretted it. She was thinking about when her Grandfather died, how Derek had sat with her in the rain in Central Park because the rain reminded her of him. She was thinking about when Derek proposed to her, despite him constantly saying that he wasn't going to even consider it until after their internship because they could end up going separate ways. He had been lying, Mark had told her that he couldn't wait that long to marry her let alone get engaged.

"Chinese?" Derek suggested, as he looked at Addison, smiling as he saw the smile form on her lips.

"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea." Addison replied, leaning into Derek a little more as they continued walking. They wouldn't go to a Chinese restaurant, they never did. They'd go to their Chinese take-out, a place that so many people would find horrible if they passed it by, but not them. It had always been their place. From their nights in Med School that they'd stayed up late studying, it had been their place.

"Central Park?" He suggested as a place to go and eat their food, rather than taking it back ot the hotel and making their room smell of the food on their first night.

"Mmhmm." Addison agreed, the tiny smile still gracing her lips as she leant her head against his shoulder.

Twenty minutes later and they were sitting on a bench in Central Park, with their take-out boxes opened beside them, Addison as close to Derek as she could possibly get without sitting on his lap. "Can we go back after we've eaten?" The red head asked quietly, taking a sip of her water before offering it to Derek.

"Movie in bed?"

"Or we can talk. You can tell me what was bothering you on the plane when you said that you screwed up." Addison didn't want Derek blaming himself for it all, it was just as much her fault as it was his.

Derek just nodded in agreement as he replaced the cap on the water bottle before going back to eating more of their dinner. They'd go back to the hotel and talk, he'd find out what was bugging Addison and she'd question what he said even more. But at least they were talking, they were actually on a vacation – kind of – and they were talking.

When Addison had finished eating, she pulled a packet of Kleenex out from her purse, using one herself to clean up and keeping one out for Derek before putting the rest back in her purse. Leaning back on the seat, she watched as Derek picked at the food a little more, before putting the boxes back in the carrier bag and taking the tissue from Addison that she was holding for him. "Enjoy that?" She asked softly, smiling at him as he leant in and kissed her.

"I did, did you?"

"Chinese food in New York with my husband, what's not to like?" Addison sat there looking at him as he tied up the carrier bag and then placed his hand on her thigh. "Do you want to go back?"

Derek turned his head to look at Addison, it wasn't a matter of whether he wanted to go back or not, they both knew that, Addison didn't want to sit in the cold for much longer so going back to the hotel was much more appealing. "You want to." Derek replied as he stood up, picking up the bag and holding his hand towards Addison who took hold of it and stood up.

"Thanks," she whispered as they began to make their way back to the hotel, Derek putting the bag in the trash as they passed a trash can. Silence filled the air between the two of them as they walked, both taking in the fact that they were back home, back there together. It was something neither of them expected, at least not so soon. But right in that moment, they were both happy.

Once they got back to the hotel, Addison sat on the edge of the bed as she took her heels off, wishing that for once she had worn something more comfortable to walk around New York in. She'd never learn though, she liked them, so even if they did cause her feet an awful amount of pain at times, they looked nice. "I'm gonna have a shower," she said as she stood up and walked to her suitcase, getting out the appropriate things she needed for a shower.

"You're not going to unpack first?" Derek teased as he opened his own suitcase and began to take things out, hanging some up in the wardrobe as Addison went into the bathroom.

"You could always be the wonderful husband you are and unpack for me?"

Hearing Addison turn the shower on, he smiled to himself and lifted both his own and Addison's suitcase up onto the bed so that it was easier to unpack them. He knew that she'd be in there for a while and thought that unpacking then would save her some time. As much as he wanted to go and join her in the shower, he was tired and he was almost certain that Addison was because she hadn't suggested they shower together. Once he'd unpacked, Derek grabbed his pajama pants and a t-shirt before going into the bathroom whilst Addison was still in the shower.

"You're just in here to see me naked," Addison called out of the shower as she heard Derek enter the bathroom.

Chuckling to himself, Derek walked over to the shower, pulling the curtain back slightly and smirking as he looked at his wife. "What other reason would I be in here for?"

"Since you're there, you can be useful and pass me a towel."

"You could always stay naked," he suggested whilst he reached for the towel and held it out for Addison when she got out of the shower, wrapping it around her slender frame. "I don't have a problem with that."

"I didn't expect you to ever have a problem with me being naked."

"I could never have a problem with my wife being naked. She should be naked more often, I think."

Addison placed a soft kiss on Derek's lips before walking out of the bathroom, leaving her husband in there to get changed or have a shower, whatever he wanted to do. She got changed into a pair of shorts and one of Derek's t-shirts, she had no need to impress him, she just wanted to relax with her husband and spend the rest of the night with him. Once she was dressed, she hung the towel over the back of one of the chairs and turned on the hairdryer to dry her hair slightly. She was content, she really was. She was back in New York with her husband, things were actually going well and she was happy. Addison was happy.

Just as she turned the hairdryer off, she heard her husband step out of the bathroom, wearing only his pajama bottoms yet holding the t-shirt in his hand. "You're not naked anymore," he complained, pouting slightly as he walked over to Addison.

"Nope, I'm not. Maybe tomorrow you can get me naked." Addison suggested, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck. "Bed?"

Derek nodded his head, pulling away from Addison to sort out the sheets while his wife made her way back into the bathroom to brush her teeth. When she emerged once again a few minutes later, Derek was sitting up in bed watching television, waiting for her to join him.

Addison climbed into bed, moving as close to Derek as she could possibly get without actually sitting on top of him, breathing in his scent. He smelt so good, he always did. "I never called Nancy," she mumbled as she placed her hand on his warm stomach underneath his t-shirt.

"Call her tomorrow, I'm sure that she won't mind. It's not as though you forgot on purpose." It was true, she hadn't forgotten on purpose, they'd just been making the most of being around one another rather than calling Nancy to check in with her.

As silence fell between the couple once again, just staring at the television, Addison snuggled against her husband a little more as she felt him take her hand and lace their fingers together. He began to brush his thumb across it once again, still doing it around her wedding band. "Derek?"

"Hmm?"

"You don't need be sorry for what happened before, you know that?" She said referring back to their earlier conversation on the plane. "I thought we were past all that, all the blaming ourselves for it all. I want us to just start properly, without everything that happened. You said you screwed up, but I did too. We're both responsible for things going wrong. We're in New York, can we just be us, with your family. I know they're going to blame me for so much and I can deal with that, I can. I just can't deal with you blaming yourself for things going wrong."

Derek pulled his wife tighter against himself as he moved down in the bed slightly. "They're not going to blame you. You're still friends with Nancy, and she's the one who's most likely to hate you for it all, you know what she's like. I've spoken to my Mom, not much, but I've spoken to her and she's happy as long as I am. Which I am, more than anything. She knows we both hurt one another, that it's both of our fault that things went wrong. From what I know, she still speaks to him, so there's no way she could hold anything against you." Rolling onto his side, Derek faced his wife, smiling slightly. "If anyone says anything wrong when we see them, tell me, please? I don't want you getting upset because of something someone said."

Smiling across at her husband, Addison knew he was on her side. Even if someone did blame her for the things that happened, he wouldn't stand for it. "I promise I'll tell you. You have to promise not to leave my side though."

"It's a deal," Derek agreed with a smile. "I love you."

Addison grinned at his words and lean in, pressing her lips firmly against her husbands. "I love you too." Addison whispered as she pulled away, burying her head against his chest. "Night, Derek."

"Goodnight, Addison." Derek whispered as he pressed his lips against the top of Addison's head. Things really were going to be alright for them both.