Author's Note: OMG guys, I'm so dumb! I thought about writing a chapter about Addek and Christmas (because they love Christmas! that chapter had to exist) and then I forgot? WTF is wrong with me? lol. I don't know, maybe I got excited with the other ideas I had at the time and this one was pushed aside, and then a few days ago someone mentioned it and I was like "oh. dammit." I'm actually upset because the "present" was supposed to be in chronological order and now it's messy. I was already working on another chapter, but this one needs to happen first (it was supposed to happen before chapter 10 though, sorry for screwing up chronological order, I hope it doesn't happen again).

Anyway, people, please don't forget to review. When you guys don't say anything I immediately assume it's because you hated it lol.

Alright, enough with this note, enjoy!

New York, 1988

"Are you going home for Christmas?", Derek asks her.

"Yeah", Addison replies. "Unfortunately, yeah", she sighs. "We're going to have this amazing dinner in which we're going to pretend to be a loving family and The Captain will probably keep asking me and Archer never ending questions about Med School and Bizzy will tell me I got fat", she jokes bitterly. "What about you?"

"I'm going home too", he shrugs.

"I'm sure you'll have a great time", she gives him a smile and he corresponds.

"Yeah. I hope you have a great time too, despite everything".

"Well, you know, despite everything, Christmas has always been my favorite holiday".

"Really?", he raises his eyebrows. "It's my favorite holiday too", he smiles. And then it just hits him. "You know what? I have an idea".

She raises her eyebrows, waiting.

"We should have an anticipated Christmas celebration", he grins. "Just the two of us".

"Hmm, I like that idea".

They end up walking around the big Christmas tree near the dorm rooms, then getting in the car and driving nowhere specific because the point was just to see the lights and the decoration in the city, then finally stopping by a pizza restaurant - because that was a special Christmas and they would damn right eat pizza if they wanted too.

"This is the best Christmas ever", Addison declares when they go back into the car. "I mean it. This night was amazing. And special".

"It's not over yet. We need to go back to my room, I need to give you a present".

She narrows her eyes. "Are we talking about an actual object, or-"

"Yes, an actual object".

"Oh. Yeah, I bought you something too".

"Why, would you like the other kind of present?", he teases.

She elbows him jokingly. "It's Christmas, people are not supposed to have sex".

"Who cares? It's our Christmas. Besides", he adds with a grin, "It's technically not Christmas yet".

"Or", she shrugs. "We could just stay here and watch the lights a while longer".

"Seems good to me", he smiles.

New York, 1992

They are spending Christmas Eve at the hospital. They are celebrating Christmas at the hospital. But they don't care. It's part of the job.

What Addison does careabout are all those people who aren't at the hospital by choice. People who were supposed to be celebrating with their families but are lying on a hospital bed instead.

She sits on a bench outside the hospital, so lost in her own thoughts that she doesn't mind the cold.

Derek finds her there minutes later. "Hey. What are you doing here?"

"I'm just thinking", she shrugs.

"Okay", he sits beside her. "You want to talk about it?"

She sighs. "It's just... I was thinking about the people who can't celebrate Christmas at home. The patients, I mean. Especially the kids. They were supposed to be waiting for Santa Claus right now, not waiting for doctors and surgeries and treatments".

He sighs. "Yeah, that's awful".

"I have an idea", she announces, standing up.

"What is it?"

"Do you happen to know someone who has a Santa Claus costume?"

He frowns. "I think Mark has one. Don't ask me why, it's a long and embarrassing story. But why do you need that?"

She smiles, excited. "Nice. I gotta go find Mark", it's her only answer, then she rushes into the hospital.

"Can you please explain me what the hell are you thinking?", Derek follows her through the hallways.

"I'm going to bring Santa to this hospital".

"Oh. That's a great idea", he raises his eyebrows.

"Yeah, we just need to convince Mark to put on the costume and talk to the kids".

"Bad idea", he shakes his head. "Mark won't do that. He's Mark".

Mark does that - after they begged and insisted that the kids deserved to have some happiness on Christmas - and later that night they discover that he is actually great with kids when he wants to.

They end up visiting kids in their rooms, along with some other doctors and the kids' parents - who loved the idea and agreed to hand them the presents they had bought so that "Santa" could give them to the kids -, and singing their favorite Christmas songs.

It warms her heart so much she can't help but keep smiling.

"This is the best Christmas ever", Derek claims, holding her hand, and she knows he feels the same.

"Yeah, it is".

New York, 1995

Addison has the impression that it's always so loud at the Shepherd's, whether it's the laughs and the conversations of the adults or the screams of the children running after each other or the cries of the babies.

Still, that's what Christmas was supposed to be like in a normal family. And she's glad that they have given her and Mark the opportunity to be part of that, since they never had a normal Christmas with their own families.

Though she didn't know what present to give to her sister-in-law that said "I'm sorry for almost killing you last Thanksgiving" and to her mother-in-law that said "I'm sorry I'm a terrible cook". What did they expect though? She had never cooked a Turkey and she couldn't even call her mother because she had never cooked a Turkey either and she couldn't call Carolyn because she wanted to show her she could do this on her own.

She still thinks Carolyn hates her, but they still manage to have an amazing Christmas. She plays a little with her nieces and Derek's sisters make her laugh a lot. It's cozy and special and... loving. She would dare to say that was one of the best Christmas ever.

Seattle, 2005

He's not excited for Christmas. He barely listened to her talking about her Christmas plans. He avoids her all day, keeping himself busy with work. She finally finds him at Joe's at night, but her hopes of having one more of their magic Christmas crumble when he decides to be honest with her and tells her he is still in love with Meredith even though he chose to stay with her.

It hurts as if someone just stabbed her in the heart. She wishes he had told her that some other time. Not that night. Not on Christmas.

They go home soon, but it's not like they can celebrate anything in a trailer, especially not after his declaration.

This is definitely the worst Christmas ever.