Ok, so I've been getting a lot of requests to update this story, which I really appreciate. Unfortunately, it is extraordinarily hard for me to update this story, because I am in the most crucial year of my highschool career (therefore have the most work) and Grey's Anatomy is not my favorite show anymore. Still, I do like this story a lot, so I'm not going to abandon it. What you'll probably find is shorter, more sporadic posts (unless I'm really in the mood to write some juicy fanfic). Of course, more reviews make this whole updating process a little faster ;-)

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There isn't much to do after that except stare blankly at whatever I'm supposed to be finishing. I almost fall asleep on the chart I'm doing. Actually, I do fall asleep on the chart, but wake up when I feel someone sit on the bench next to me.

"Sorry," He says when he notices I'm awake.

"It's okay, I'm supposed to be up anyways."

He's silent for a while, stares straight ahead and then talks. "I know something happened with Dr. Grey."

"I'd rather not talk about it." I say back.

"Okay." He says.

"Alex?" I ask.

"Yeah?"

"Why do things have to be so bad sometimes?"

He looks at me with a little half smile and scoots closer to me, "So you know how it feels when things are good."

"I wish I looked at it that way," I admit.

He chuckles a little bit, "I wish I did too."

"What the heck is going on here?" Bailey yells in my dreams. She's kind of blurry and funny looking. I open my eyes, and there's Bailey still all blurry and funny looking. Crap. There behind her are a bunch of confused people, namely Izzie, Meredith, and Cristina. They have the strangest looks on their faces— kind of introspective. I feel someone bump my head, and I get up with a start. There's Alex looking kind of confused. The thing is, Alex is below me. Right below me. Strange. "I don't want my interns falling asleep on duty, and I sure as hell don't want them doing it on eachother!" Bailey huffs.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" I say, springing up, as my head spins a little.

"Shit," Alex mumbles, as if we've just woken up from a drunken one-night stand, which, thankfully we haven't.

"Well its lucky for you there were no emergencies while you were asleep." Bailey gets right up in my face, or rather, right in my chest, as she's so short. "I don't want it to happen again, you hear me?"

"Yes. I'm really sorry Dr. Bailey."

"Alright, don't just stand there people, lets get to work!"

Work is checking on a variety of patients. So many that I can't put the faces to names anymore, they're all blurred in my mind. I'm finally released from that duty, and left to be assigned to someone. Bailey, as usual is hard at work in an OR. I'm left at the nurses' station checking on charts again when Derek walks in, his hair disheveled and hanging at a slightly wrong angle. This means something is off, because Derek goes through great pains to keep his hair at a level of perfection.

"Derek!" I say loudly, earning a bunch of stares from the nurses.

Derek looks at me, and then looks down at the floor. He seems really unnerved. "Rachelle. I… Uh, can't talk now. I'll see you later okay?" And then he walks slowly away.

"Wait Derek!" I try and catch up to his quick paced walk.

He whips around, "What Rachelle?"

I can't look him in the eye. "I'm sorry she found out."

He slows down a little bit and places his hand on my shoulder. "It wasn't your fault. I heard the whole story. And, I'm… She would have found out one-way or another, I'm surprised I kept it a secret for this long." He hangs his head low and tries to find my eyes, friendly eyes turned sorrowful. "But Rachelle…?"

"Yes."

"I can't do this right now because there is just too much going on in my life at the moment. I cannot talk about it right now. You understand." He begins to walk faster and turns his head, only half waiting for my answer.

"Take all the time and space you want." I say, and watch him leave.

Bailey corners me, almost running into Derek as she walks away. "Rachelle." She says, her voice soft and hard at the same time.

I am literally close to tears at the moment. "Yes, Dr. Bailey?"

"Come with me." She nods at me, and then she doesn't give me any time to answer her, because she's dragging me across the hospital floor. We arrive in front of the chief's office, and without even knocking at his door, Bailey storms in. My heart feels a bit heavy and I wonder if this is my last day at Seattle Grace for whatever reason. What I see leaves me standing at the door, frozen in my place. Bailey watches me, not with a critical stare like usual, but this time more observant.

Addison is crumpled on the chief's couch, crying and yelling. The chief is holding her shoulders, trying his best to console her. "I have to quit, Richard. I have to quit right now!"

The chief looks back and forth at Addison and then me with a pained expression on his face. "Addie you can't quit. You signed a contract."

"No. No, God, I have to."

"I'm sorry Addison. You are the best obstetrician we've had in years. And not only are you the best, but you're also my friend. I can't just let you leave at the drop of a hat. Tell me, Addie what's eating you up and then we'll talk." The chief looks at me for help. Bailey stands in the door next to me, almost refusing to move.

Two mental emergencies in the course of twenty-four hours, my life has turned into some fucked up version of General Hospital. I slowly and carefully walk up to her and kneel take her in my arms. "Addison."

She pushes me away. "I'm completely mentally stable right now, Rachelle. I don't need your help or whatever you think you can do. I just told Richard that I'm done here."

"I'm not trying to be condescending here, Addison. I just want to know why you're doing this right now… I mean I just started working here and you want to leave?" I say, a little embarrassed at having been pushed away by my own sister.

She looks at me with that pained expression she always seems to hold in her eyes, except now it has spread to all parts of her face. "This is not the kind of environment I want to work in. First Derek, then Mark, and now… Now Meredith knows?!" She stands up, wiping the tears out of her eyes, almost challenging me with her height.

I look at Bailey and then at the chief and then back at my sister. She has a point. I clear my throat. Bailey looks pained, but she isn't leaving. I guess she considers Addison to be her close friend, or she wouldn't be here. But she doesn't know about Brandon… I don't know if it's okay for one more person to know. "Please Addie. I know it's tough." I start.

She interrupts with a scathing look. "Tough!? Tough? Everyone in this whole damn hospital knows about my business with Mark and my ruined marriage with Derek! It doesn't help things any… It doesn't help my work now that everyone is going to know about my son!"

I look at Bailey whose entire expression has changed to that of shock. The room seems to shake with Addison's emotion. "I told Meredith not to tell anyone." I say quietly.

"Addison." Bailey says softly. She moves inches closer. The chief looks highly uncomfortable and keeps shifting his eyes to the door as if he wants to leave any moment now.

"Miranda." Addison takes a breath. "The reason I called you here, in addition to my sister is because I know you care about me and I know you'd understand."

"Yeah?" Bailey asks with a look of some intense emotion crossing her face.

"You know when everyone found out that you had a son, and then they judged you for it? All you wanted to do was protect your son, have him at your home, separate from your work so he could be away from all of this. You don't want him to grow up to be that kid that solely knows his mom as the surgeon." Addison sits on the couch again, and crosses her legs. Her black tights stretch and move against her ligaments and her feet tap nervously within her Jimmy Choos.

"Yes. But… You have a son?" Bailey's brown eyes squint, trying to understand.

Addison looks at me. "It's a little different."

She wants me to say something. I don't turn towards Bailey, but stay directly facing Addison. "You know the picture of that boy in Derek's office?"

"That's him." Bailey whispers.

I look at Addison and she nods at me. "Dr. Bailey, my nephew, Brandon… He passed away five years ago."

Bailey's face finally breaks down. "Oh, no. No. No, no, no."

Addison smiles a bitter little smile, her frown lines deepening in her face. "Yes, Miranda. Now you know why I can't work here anymore."