So I was sitting around right. And I thought to myself, how can I make writing a fic as hard as possible?

So, I came up with this.

Basically, what is happening is, each chapter is a day of the week. So the first chapter is Sunday, and it's the most significant moment in Derek and Addison's lives that happened on a Sunday. They are moments that change the way that their lives went. They aren't always the same moment, and they aren't always happy moments, they don't even always have to do with each other, but they are moments none-the-less.

Sunday

Derek

"You are such a guy," Kathleen sighed, using her foot to kick a pillow off the couch and on to the floor where she was laying.

"A stupid guy," Nancy agreed.

"I'm not stupid," Derek glared at his sisters.

"But you are such a guy," Kathleen reiterated on her earlier point.

"Hey. Leggy," Mark pushed Kathleen's legs out of the way and sat down on the couch, batting her foot out of the way when she tried to kick his arm, "What are we talking about."

The Shepherd siblings remained silent, although Nancy and Kathleen exchanged some amused looks.

"Oh." Mark sighed, "The girl."

"There is no girl," Derek stated.

"So you met the girl at Dianne-za-pan's baby ball. Then you stopped talking, started sulking and got moody and unbearable." Mark moved to tickle the bottom of Kathleen's foot, earning him another kick, "But these events are unrelated."

"Yes."

"I'm calling Dianne," Nancy stated decidedly.

"Why?" Derek questioned moodily.

"Because you're in love,"

"I am not."

"You are too," Kathleen teased, "And it's not a good look for you."

"I'm not in love with her," Derek stated again, "She's just a spoiled rich kid who dates frat-boy jocks like him," he jerked his head towards Mark, "Plus she's arrogant and conceited and totally dependent on her daddy to push her through school when the rest of us have to use our heads and actually apply ourselves to get good marks. She talks to much, she thinks she's funny but she's not. She's..."

"Dianne?" All heads jerked towards Nancy. She grinned at them and cradled the phone against her shoulder, "What can you tell us about that girl that Derek's in love with?"

Derek dropped his head back to stare at the ceiling.

"Yeah, Addison," Nancy confirmed, "Oh, he's here. He's blushing."

"I am not," Derek called out, "I don't even like her."

Mark and Kathleen watched Nancy with amusement as she doodled on her notebook and listened to her sister's narrative.

"Derek says 'thanks Dianne'," Nancy said as she hung up the phone.

"No, I don't Dianne!" Derek exclaimed still staring at the ceiling.

So," Mark encouraged.

"Well," Nancy began, "She's not seeing anyone. She's really smart. She just finished her first year of med-school with Dianne, but she three years younger then Derek."

Derek's head jerked up, "What?" he demanded. He was starting med-school in the fall.

"She graduated high school when she was 16, and did her under grad in 3 years," she grinned at her brother, "Not 5 like some people."

"I changed my focus," Derek muttered, resuming his staring contest with the ceiling.

Marked grinned at him, "She can help you with your homework."

"That's the good news," Nancy continued, "The bad news is she doesn't really date. Not frat-boy jocks like Mark, and especially not ugly mugs like you. And ... she's loaded," Nancy smirked, "She has a studio apartment that is literally 2 blocks west from the medical arts building, Where all those galleries and cute little shops are."

"Oh," Kathleen sat up and looked at her sister, "They have that little shop with the pastries."

Nancy nodded, "By the boutique where Dianne got her wedding dress." Seeing the confused looks on the boys faces she continued, "You know, the neighborhood where rent is 10 times higher then that rat and roach motel that you habitate in? She has a doorman. Not a broken intercom," She smiled smugly at her brother, "So really, you don't stand a chance."

"Thanks Nancy," Derek replied dryly, standing and heading for the door leading out of the den, "But I'm not interested."

"Hey wait," Nancy called out, "Addison thinks you are jerk. But Dianne gave me her number anyway..."

Derek didn't return.

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This was ridiculous.

This was stalking.

But it was fate, Derek felt, that Nancy had told him exactly were Addison lived. So he was sitting on a bench 2 blocks west of the medical arts building.

And he had no idea what he was going to do next.

Then he saw her.

Walking directly towards him.

He stared at her a moment. She was dressed super-casual. Jeans, a white t-shirt, plain canvas sneakers, sunglasses and a purse so ugly Derek felt it must cost more then he had ever seen in his life.

She looked perfect.

But he still had no idea what he was going to do next.

"Um, Addison," he stepped in front of her.

She stopped suddenly and stared at him, "Derek?" she took her sunglasses of and tilted her head.

"Hi," he said awkwardly.

"Hi..."

"I..." he began.

She crossed her arms over her chest, "What are you doing here?"

"I was just..." he paused and looked around, "...taking a walk."

"Really," she replied smugly, "You didn't know I live here."

"No," he exclaimed a little to quickly.

"Oh," she pursed her lips together and raised an eyebrow.

"The last time we talked, I was kinda drunk..." he trailed off realizing this was not the direction that he wanted to go in, "It went a lot better."

"Did it?"

He shot her a look, "Well you were a lot easier to get along with."

She chuckled, biting down on her bottom lip.

"But," Derek continued, "I mean, we do have a child together..."

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

"A godchild," he clarified, "So maybe..." He paused he wasn't sure where he was going with this.

She waited expectantly.

He sighed.

He didn't know what to say.

Unexpectedly, to him and to her, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers, his index finger lightly lifting her chin towards him. She didn't move, and he didn't pull away. Finally her lower lip slackened slightly, relenting. He didn't go any further, he just pulled away slowly.

He kept his eyes closed for a fraction of a second. He wasn't sure if he had actually done that. It might have just been a stroke. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt a little lightheaded.

She cleared her throat softly and looked away.

"Could you maybe," Derek tongue seemed to fill his suddenly dry mouth, "Maybe, could you not mention to my sister that I stalked you outside your building," he muttered, not daring to look at her.

"Sure," she whispered back.

He nodded, barely registering that her cheeks were flushed and pink.

"And maybe not tell her that I made an ass of myself and kissed you on the sidewalk."

"Okay."

Impulsively, he leaned in and kissed her again. He was starting to forget what it felt like.

This time she kissed him back. Just a little.

"Could you maybe not tell her about that one either."

She pressed her finger tips to her lips and looked away.

"Okay," Derek took a step back and looked around him, "I should go."

She nodded.

"I just wanted to say 'hi'." he cursed his awkwardness.

She smiled at him knowingly, "But you don't even like me."

His jaw dropped.

"Nancy didn't tell you I was at Dianne's when you had her call this afternoon?"

Derek turned beet red. He stared at his feet for a moment, then looked up at her, "You said I was a jerk," he recalled.

"Well, you are," she argued, "You stalked me and sexually harassed me."

"You kissed me back!"

"And I'd do it again!"

A slow smile spread over Derek's face, "Really?"

She shrugged, refusing to look at him, "I don't know. Maybe."

"Okay."

She glanced at him, not sure what he meant by 'okay'.

So he kissed her again. This time he ignored the lightheadedness and the heart pounding. If he was having a stroke, he would gladly have a stroke ever single day for the rest of his life.

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Addison

"Is this absolutely necessary? I hate things like this."

Addison watched her friend, Dianne, pace the floor trying to soothe her fussing baby, "It was your idea to have a baby." she stated matter of factly.

"Someday, you will understand."

Addison smirked, "Someday I will understand why you decided that childbirth was an excellent way to celebrate passing gross anatomy?"

"Yes," Dianne stated adamantly, "You will understand that. And you will also understand why I am willing to do it again during 3rd year rotations."

"We are doing this again?" Addison sighed, flexing her foot so her shoe slid off her heel and dangled on her toes.

"I'd do it more if it weren't for these stupid baptisms."

Addison leaned her head back against the wall and lolled it to the side. It was so hot, and she was so bored. She was sweating just sitting still. She shifted ever so slightly in her chair. A bit of bare skin on her back was sticking to the chair.

"How do you do that?"

"What?" Addison stifled a heat induced yawn.

"Sweat and still look good."

"Good genes I guess," Addison explained, twisting her hair up to keep it from sticking to her neck, "My mother trained me to glisten but never sweat. It's harder then you think."

"The only thing that I got from my mother is..."

"Where are they?" Dianne's mother demanded, throwing open the door.

"Massive migraines," Dianne concluded.

"I don't know who's idea this was, but when I find them..."

"Mom," Dianne sighed.

"Who kidnaps the baby's father before a baptism?"

"Morons?" Dianne shrugged, "But they promised they would have him back before 2."

"You knew."

"Mom. We don't even go to church. Not even at Christmas. Why are we doing this."

Her mother glared.

Addison sighed. She should be outside, there had to be a breeze somewhere in Manhattan.

"Addison."

Addison looked up at Dianne's mother as she calmly took the seat beside her.

"Were you baptized as an infant?"

Dianne shot her a warning look.

"Umm," Addison pursed her lips, she was to hot and uncomfortable to lie, "Yes..."

"And did you attend church?"

"No." She admitted. She ignored the look that she was getting from Dianne, it was her baby that had her stuck in a vacuum sealed church on the hottest day of the summer. She owed her nothing.

Dianne's mother smiled smugly.

"Mom!"

Her mother held up her hand as if that settled it and patted Addison on the knee before standing and leaving the room. At the door she turned and looked at Dianne, "We are starting at 2, not a minute later. Husband or no husband."

Dianne glared evenly at Addison, "I hate that she loves you."

XXXX

"We're heeeeeeeere."

Addison brushed her hair off her forehead, leaned a hand on the wall and watched with interest as 3 men step jovially into the church lobby. She recognized one as being Dianne's husband Thomas, and recognized all three as being drunk.

"You are late!" Dianne exclaimed, it was 1:58, "And you reek of beer. I.Hate. You. All." she smacked each of the 3 men smartly on the arm, "I have been stuck here with Mom for over an hour."

The men stood there looking guilty for a moment. Guilty, but cool and refreshed.

"Well," Dianne put a hand on her hip, "Who won?"

One of the men that Addison didn't recognize cleared his throat, "The Tigers."

Dianne's jaw dropped, "You went to a Little League game?" She exclaimed, "You got drunk at a Little League game on a Sunday afternoon, before my sons baptism!" Her eyes narrowed as she approached the confessor, "This was your idea. I know it was. They are not imaginative enough to pull something like this, Mark."

Mark shrugged easily.

"I'm telling Mom."

"She's not my mother."

"Do you think she'll care?"

Mark shifted uneasily.

"Get into that sanctuary," Dianne pointed to the doors. She bit the side of her cheek to keep from laughing as Mark slunk sheepishly into the church.

"O-kay," she handing the baby to Addison, "Let's get this over with."

Addison paused, adjusting the baby in her arms. The lobby was even warmer then the room they had been in earlier, her whole body was moist from the humidity, and her hair was sticking to her back. She could already feel the crook of her arm beginning to bond with the skin on the back of the baby's neck as she cradled him in her arms.

When she looked up, Dianne and Thomas had left leaving her alone with who she could only guess was the godfather. She smiled awkwardly, "I'm Addison."

He nodded, leaning lazily against the door, "From school. Dianne's talked about you, "he paused, "Do you find it kinda warm in here?" He shrugged out of his jacket and folded it under his arm leaving him him a light, breathable short-sleeve button.

"I'm the godmother," she informed him, despite the fact that it was fairly obvious since she was currently holding the baby and he was holding the door open so she could carry it into the church. He looked so comfortable and at ease Addison immediately hated him. She was melting.

He smiled at her. His eyes were warm, probably from the icy cold beer, "I'm the godfather. And uncle."

Addison glanced at him as they walked down the aisle towards the front, "You're Dianne's brother?" she whispered.

He smiled again, "Yeah. I'm Derek."

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