Hey guys. I can't apologize enough for how long this took. It's been a hectic couple of weeks, going back to school and all. Plus my step sister is getting married next weekend so I've been doing bridesmaid stuff (Sooo not fun). And I had a really big MUN conference (Model United Nations) this past weekend, so I was really busy preparing for that and stuff. It was the most unexciting thing that I have ever had to do in my entire life. I would have much rather be writing. But hey, you don't really want to hear my excuses do you? On with the story…

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He hung up the phone and slumped on the bottom step of the stairs. It wasn't long before Addison started pounding on the door. He took a deep breathe before opening it.

"Addison," he said coldly.

Addison didn't say anything, she just pinned him against the wall by the door. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in, slowly kissing him on the lips just the way she knew he liked it.

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Derek grabbed Addison's shoulders and pushed her away.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked, wiping her lipstick off his mouth.

Her face flushed with embarrassment at being pushed away by her own husband.

"I was just greeting my husband who I haven't seen in almost two weeks," she replied with a pout she knew Derek couldn't resist.

"I told you Addison, I want you to sign the papers," she said, pushing past her to walk into the living room.

She was appalled that he hadn't even acknowledged her pout, and followed him.

"You can't possibly be serious Derek. A week and a half with Meredith and you want to leave me?"

"I've wanted to leave you since the moment I stepped on Mark's jacket."

'That was a bit harsh. Maybe I should apologize. No. No apologizing. I don't owe this woman anything…'

Her mouth gaped open. He pulled open a drawer on Meredith's desk, and took out a packet of papers.

"Sign them Addi."

'Do not make a scene. Just sign them! Please…please.'

He handed her a pen and the papers and she snatched them from his hands. He struggled to hold back a smile. Progress! He was accustomed to her throwing them in his face, or tearing them up.

"I'll think about it," she said maliciously, shoving them into her purse.

'Dammit!'

"Addison! Just sign the damn papers! Don't try to drag it out so that you have a chance to win me back. It will never work. You and I are over. We've been over for a long time."

She took a step towards him so their bodies were almost touching. Her eyes flashed with anger.

"Do you really think I don't know that?"

He looked at her, confusion in his eyes. Her cherry red lips were inches away from his, her teeth clenched, and her eyes narrowed.

"You know?" he stutters out, not really knowing what else to say.

"Please Derek. I'm not an idiot."

"Then…"

"Then why won't I sign the papers?

He nodded and took a step back. She followed behind and stayed just as close to him. Her perfume was intoxicating. He could place the smell to the perfume he'd been buying her for Christmas for the past 12 years. His focus was lost for a moment, until he looked at her again. Her eyes were like daggers, waiting to plunge. His anger came rushing back, and his memories of Christmas's past were long gone.

"Sign the papers," he said, taking two steps away from her. This time she didn't follow.

"No."

"Addison! Why are you so hell bent on getting me to stay with you?"

"Because Derek. Because."

She stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut behind her.

Derek slumped onto the couch with a sigh. He just wished she would make everything easier and just sign the damn papers. She didn't love him anymore, he knew that. So what the hell was keeping her from letting him go? Did she just want him to make her look good? But God knows Addi was the best in her field. She didn't need Derek to make her look better in her career. Maybe it was the image. The perfect family image. Perfect doctor #1 marries perfect doctor #2 and have perfect doctor children #3, 4, and 5.

The image was shot to pieces as the phone rang. He pulled himself up from the couch and into the kitchen. The phone trilled loudly and he pulled it off the hook.

"Hello?"

"Derek?"

"Who is this?"

"This is Dr. Fletcher. I need to speak to you about Meredith."

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Okay this is really short, but I want to get it up ASAP for you all. I'll TRY to write another before I leave on Wednesday, but I've got about a million things to do. Oh and I'll definitely put at least one more chapter up on my other story (Yes Meredith) before I leave, and I might post this other story I've had saved on my computer for awhile…