Hello wonderful readers. Today I'm back on writing a new story (hopefully this one will last), the past days my addek heart has been affected by that one time Addison said "We never had that, he never felt that way about me." Meanwhile she watched Derek and Meredith have a moment. So, that rock got stuck into my heart and that rock has been becoming a freaking star that (hopefully) will inspire me to keep on writing this fanfic.

Anyway, I'm still thinking my babies could have had been treated better, which is why this fanfic is called "Forgiven". We all know Addison took a lot of time to finally accept and embrace her mistake of adultery, but we never saw her going through that past next to Derek.

Addek reconciliation season 2 is literally the dream I will never achieve, so, here we go! This chapter takes place on the bomb episode, "As we know it" Chapter 7 of season 2.

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Addison closes her eyes and hugs him tightly, her fears are still present but she feels calmer, safer. He is warm, Derek shakes a little as they keep on embracing, his hand lands on the back of her head, caressing that red hair.

She pulls away, holding him by the shoulders, "You scared me to death." She smiles a little, but her crying eyes show sorrow, fear. "Thank God you're okay." For her it's just them right now, no Richard or Adele behind them, no one.

"Addison…" Derek says as he wipes away a tear that scapes her right eye. He's concerned about the people he left behind, Meredith in between, of course. But he is cherishing being now here, staring at the redhead's pale blue eyes. The thought that maybe today was his last day on earth is still on his mind, as well in Addison's.

"Can we go home? Please?" She requests, now wiping a tear away from her cheek, by herself. "I just wanna go home." It's been a long day. Derek and Addison saved a family today and one of them was pretty near to death at some point. She felt tired, scared and powerless, all she wanted was go back to that tiny trailer and spend some time with her loved ones.

Derek nodded in agreement to Addison's requests, he took her hand and allowed her to rest her head on his shoulder. He has sad eyes just as Addison did. They didn't even notice or hear the Webber's goodbyes as they walked together down the corridor.

Silence and only silence as they stand on the ferry on their way back 'home'. She's right next to him, and all he does is act like she doesn't exist and look at the beautiful sea. He keeps on wondering if the intern was injured, if something happened, if everyone was okay. Addison just stared at him and could tell his thoughts.

"It's okay." She mumbles, getting closer to the ferry rail. She's wearing her classy clothes as always, and Derek her fisherman clothes. He runs a hand through his hair and joins Addison by resting his hands on the ferry rail.

"What's okay?" He asks, a little confused by her random comment. Except that, her comment wasn't random at all, she's been thinking about saying those words for about twenty minutes.

Derek looks at her, "It's okay that you're worried about Grey." She says as she sighs, looking down, trying not to face her husband, a little ashamed of admitting it's okay. Why? She's not sure why. Maybe because she knows Derek can be emphatic, but maybe it's not the case, since, you know, Meredith Grey is not simply another intern.

"You delivered Bailey's baby." He decides to change the topic.

"Yeah." She nods, looking up to find his eyes looking at her. "She was so scared thinking Tucker wouldn't make it, I was starting to think about giving her some drugs." She laughs a little at this, spreading the laugh to her husband.

She stops laughing and grows serious, "Actually I just wanted her to be silent for a moment, because I couldn't think properly knowing you could have died in there." Addison confesses. Her sad look makes his chest ache in pain. "I couldn't stop thinking I wasn't going to be able to tell you that I love you for the first time and I just couldn't-"

"Me too." He cuts her off, "I'm sorry. I was scared too." Derek says, offering a hand. She took his hand and rested her head on his shoulder. "But we're fine now."

"Right, That's- that's all that matters." Addison says in a very calm tone, closing her eyes, squeezing his hand slightly. "By 'me too' you meant…?"

"I love you too, Addison."

The impact of those words made her feel safer, less in pain. "You haven't told me that in a year." She looks at him in the eye, "That you love me."

"Of course I've told you I love you." He makes a face at her.

"Yes, but never out of habit. At least, not since that one christmas at Nancy's, when Kate got drunk and after that…"

Derek laughs a little, "What? That was a last year!"

"Exactly." She nods, her smile fading away.

"I cannot believe you." He shakes his head a little.

"You don't remember?" Addison is hopeful he does remember.

"I do, I do. We went home, I helped you get off of your blouse that had been vandalized by a drunk Kathleen, and after that we went upstairs, you were upset…"

"...and you kissed me and told me I smelled like really good wine." Addison said, finishing the sentence.

"And that you tasted like wine."

She smiles at that, "Right, I always forget that part."

"You were pretty pissed that night."

"Of course I was pissed, I don't like it when someone spills wine on me."

"It was fun." He says, looking at the sea again.

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"I'm pretty sure Kathleen will wake up with a severe hangover and will call you a thousand times apologizing." Derek says, as he watches Addison clean her neck and part of her chest from all that wine.

"Derek, I'm not offended by being wine spilled, my blouse is offended by being ruined." She says, looking at Derek through the mirror of their bathroom.

"I'll buy you a new one, we can go shopping and I'll buy you all the white blouses available." He tries and tries and keeps on trying to make her feel okay.

"Whatever, it's fine." A part of her feels like a fool by acting so annoying and be complaining about small things.

"Hey, come here." He kissed her, softly, pressing his lips against hers. "You taste like wine, and smell like a great cabernet."

She shakes her head, "You're not funny." but she still holds a laugh.

"I know."

"Oh, I almost forgot." Addison walks quickly to their walk in closet, finding a box underneath the coats section, he follows her and watches her take something out of it, "Here." She says taking what seems to be a photos album, handing it to Derek.

"Addison, what is this?"

"Just open it." She smiles at him and leaves the box where it was, standing up. She felt free to be wearing her classy outfit minus her blouse which only left her to show her black bra.

He opens it and smiles widely. The first thing he sees is a picture of a younger version of himself, wearing turquoise scrubs, handing a toy to a kid. It was Derek's first patient, Jacob Miller. He keeps on going through pages, finding pictures with Mark and Addison playing bowling, Sam and Derek fishing, and more of those. The last picture is Derek and Addison in Venice on their honeymoon, Addison wearing that green swimsuit and with martini in hand, meanwhile Derek kissed her cheek.

"Where did you find all these pictures?! I thought we lost this one." He refers to the one of their honeymoon.

"I was opening some boxes the other day, and found it." She smiles, "Do you like it?"

"Are you kidding?" He looks down to it again. "I love it." He changes the page, finding blank pages.

"Oh, those pages are for the pictures we will take in the future." She explains. "I'm happy you like it."

"I love it, Addison. I love you." He says, looking into her beautiful eyes, grabbing her hand and pulling her closer, kissing her forehead.

"I love you more."

"Oh, believe me, that's impossible." Derek smiles as he gets closer to kiss her lips again.

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They arrive at the trailer, she leaves her purse on the couch and when she's about to take her coat off, Derek surprises her by helping her take it off, a gesture not seen on her husband since she first arrived here.

"Are you cold?" Derek asks, as he leaves her coat on the same couch where her purse is. That's one of the things that she hates about this small can, there's no space for her coat.

"No, I'm just fine." She says sincerely, looking for coffee beans, in the need of caffeine. Maybe because of its taste, because really, she wants to nap and maybe find a way to cuddle with Derek.

"Then why are you going to make coffee?"

"I'm craving coffee."

"You can be so strange sometimes." He chuckles a little, getting his coat off and sitting on the edge of the bed, taking off his shoes.

"I've been told so." Addison plays along. She looks at Derek. "Call her."

"Meredith?" Derek looks at Addison, their eyes met. She nods. "I'll call her later."

"Want coffee?" She asks nicely.

"No, I was actually looking forward resting."

"Oh, okay."

There's silence for a while. She pours coffee on her cup and opens the door of the trailer, getting out. Derek doesn't ask, he just stares at her through the window, she sits down on the porch and sips her coffee. Derek can't help but feel bad about this situation, Addison has been his main best friend for years now, but, is she still his main best friend? Does he even have a best friend?

She leaves her cup of coffee resting on the porch, and rests her elbows on her knees, now resting her face on her hands. He wonders if she's crying and doesn't want to be seen. Her head lifts up, she wipes some tears away from her eyes, he cannot help but feel bad. She starts to stand up, so Derek walks quickly into the bathroom and gets the water running, just at the same time as Addison enters the trailer.

He washes his hands and face, trying to act natural like he did not notice Addison was crying before and as always, shutting up and changing the subject.

She leaves the cup of coffee on the sink and breathes heavily. Derek keeps on hearing her movements until she walks towards the bathroom, finding him in there. He turns the water off and looks at her.

"How long are you going to take?" She asks, managing to make her voice sound less shaky, but those red irritated eyes from crying couldn't be hidden too easily.

"All yours." He says, getting out of the bathroom. Addison smiles at him a little, getting inside and closing the door behind her.

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It's late, she has passed most time of her day trapped in here, cutting vegetables for herself because he's not hungry, having to try not to look at him in the eye or think too much about how she felt, "Wanna talk about it?" Her mouth couldn't keep quiet.

"Addison…" He's annoyed. Derek is lying in bed, eyes closed but totally awake.

"It's just a question." She says.

"No."

"Okay."

That's what everything was about, just a 'question'. Everything could turn into an argument by just trying to start a conversation, by simply wanting to know what each other's significant other needed or felt.

"I think we should talk, though." Addison says, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him. "Derek…" She insists.

"I'm fine now, Addison. Nothing happened to me, we're okay." Derek says as he rests on his elbow, looking at Addison.

"I know we're okay, but maybe I wanna talk about how I felt or what could have happened." She says.

"Addison not now, please."

"Derek, please." She begs.

"I saw you crying out there, for me that was enough."

She fake laughs a bit, "You say it like it was a sin for me to cry."

"It's not that, at all."

"Then why…?"

He cuts her off, "I've already faced death today, at least my fears did, and it was enough. I don't wanna talk about it."

"You see? This is why we need to talk."

"Addison…"

"Whatever." She shakes her head and looks away, sitting properly.

"Addison…"

"You can't blame me for crying, I spent hours shaking think I didn't say goodbye, not remembering the last time you kissed me, scared that you were going to die hating me." Her confession makes his chest ache, again.

"Addison…"

"That's all you can say, right? 'Addison'." She shakes her head again, as she wipes a tear running down one of her cheeks. There's silence, he moves, finding a seat next to Addison, grabbing her and hugging her.

Derek lets Addison rest in there, she cries, no doubts on that. Her warm tears on his neck. He caresses her hair, waiting for her to stop at a certain point. The issue is that she's not stopping.

Suddenly she pulls away slowly and looks at him in the eye. His heart breaks a little, looking into those deep and sad eyes.

"Addison…" He says, very quiet.

She's silent, and as she gets closer and kisses him, still eyes open, he kisses her back. Their eyes close as the kiss keeps on going. His lips brush against hers, she gasps as he gets the kiss deeper and deeper. Addison plays with Derek's curls as they keep on kissing, to the point she's on top of him and their lips cannot break apart at all. Derek's old shirt that Addison was wearing soon disappears, just as Derek's shirt does and pants. They enjoy this, the need of needing each other, the pleasure and not wasting anymore time.

It's not some sort of rush, it goes slowly and tricky, too. Derek is now on top, and as he pulls away slowly, they look into each other's eyes, "I love you, Addison."

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i hate myself for making the first chapter SO short, but that was it for now. I might leave this as a one shot or keep on writing this fanfic, not sure at all.

PLease review! Thanks for reading.