A/N : I actually got this idea from a dream. Yes, a dream about Grey's Anatomy, a dream about Derek and Addison. How crazy is that? Anyway, read to find out! -wink-


Three days in a row. Addison Shepherd thought to herself. She didn't need a kit to tell her what was going on. She's a doctor, she knows what's going on. And she wasn't sure if it was good, or bad. She sat down on the bathroom floor and leaned her head on the side of the basin, her eyes closed as she concentrated on her breathe, breathing in and out steadily.

"Addie." Derek called out, a frown crossed his face when he didn't hear a respond. He closed the newspapers and settled it on the table as he rose from the chair and took a step towards his bathroom. "Addie?" What is she doing inside for so long? he thought. Addison do take a long time to get ready, making sure that her hair was perfect, her clothes were the way she want it to be, but today, the time she took was longer than usua. He lifted up a hand and knocked on the door lightly. "Addie!" he called out, louder this time.

Inside, her eyes snapped open at her husband's voice. She sighed, pushing herself off the ground. "Yea?"

"Are you alright?"

The next moment, the door to the bathroom opened, she stepped out of it and flashed a smile at him. But he didn't smile in return. "What's going on?" he asked, leaning against the side of the trailer, watching as his wife make her way out to the dining area.
"Nothing." she said, then reassured him with another smile. But he wasn't convinced. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Derek." she sighed. "I'm a doctor, I think I'll know if I'm fine or not." she said, taking a sip from the coffee mug. A wave of dizziness struck her as she leaned against the kitchen counter, her eyes shutting as she willed it to pass. When she opened then, a pair of eyes stared at her, firm with concern.

"That doesn't look like nothing to me, Addie." he said, reaching over and lay a hand on her forehead. "Are you sick?"

She shook her head and pushed it away. "No. I'm just..tired. That's all."

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"Miranda." Addison called out as she approached the resident, just right before she returned the chart to the nurses' station. She took quick strides towards the shorter woman, pausing as a wave of nausea hit her. Having slotted the chart back into the pile, Miranda turned around to face the attending.

"Morning, sunshine." she greeted sarcastically. "What can I do for you?"

Addison took Miranda by the arm and led her away to a quieter corner. "I need a consult."

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"Richard." Addison smiled at the door way as she leaned against it. The older man looked up with a smile.

"Addison. Come in." he said, beckoning her into the office, then gesturing for her to close the door as she enter. Addison sat down on the chair, crossing her legs as she did so, leaning back against the cushioned back fo the chair comfortably.

"You were looking for me?" she asked, receiving a nod in return.

"I got a call from the government." Richard started. "Africa needs medical attention, and they need the best. I'm sending you over, Addie." he said. She leaned forward with a frown on her face. She was honoured that Richard would pick her, out of all the attendings on his surgical team. Before she could say anything, he interupted her.

"You're the best we've got, Addie. You're a specialist in Neonatal and you've pretty much seen it all. Your patients here are covered."

Reluctantly, she nodded. "How long, Richard?"

"It depends. Three days, at least. They have women and children that needs to be treated, and if you hate it there, you can even give them a talk on how to take care of themselves so you wouldn't need to go there anymore." he teased, and at that, Addison couldn't help but smile.

"Ok." she agreed. "Who else?" she asked.

"Two interns." he said. "You get to pick one. Miranda will pick the other one."

Addison nodded. "When?"

"Tomorrow. It is an urgent call. We'll be flying you there in a private jet. The government body will be there to pick you up."

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"Hey!" Miranda called out as she caught the red head walking out from the chief's office, jogging to catch up.

"Hey." Addison greeted.

"Your results are out." Miranda said, handing her a piece of paper. Addison swallowed, looking down to it with hesitation. Finally, she said.

"I don't want to know."

"Excuse me?"

"I don't want to know. Richard is sending me over to Africa for a medical service, I'm sure you know about that." she explained. Miranda looked to her with a frown, placing her hands on her hips.

"Yes, I know about that, I just don't know who he will be sending over. And why? You wasted my time to run tests and get your results and now you're telling me you don't wanna know?"

At that, Addison shrugged. "I'm sorry, Miranda. I can't know. If it is what I think it is, I will be thinking about it during the entire trip to Africa and it will interfere with my work." she explained.

Miranda looked up to her, waiting for Addison to give in and change her mind, but the determination in the attending's eyes told her other wise.

"Fine." she said, starting to walk away.

"Miranda." Addison called out before she turned away. "If it's what I suspect it is, don't tell Derek."

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"Are you going?" Derek asked, walking down the steps of the hospital along side his wife.
"You heard about it?"
"Everyone's heard about it." Derek explained.
"Yea." she confirmed. "I'm going."

At that, Derek turned to stop her in her tracks, looking firmly into her eyes. "You can't go."

"What?"
"I've seen how you are these few days. You're not in the shape to go." he reasoned. Addison rolled her eyes and took a step aside, walking away as he followed closely behind.
"I'm fine, Derek. And you're not my doctor."
"I'm your husband." She turned to him and gave him a glare, telling him that there is no way he was going to convince her that she shouldn't go.
"Fine." he gave in. "When are you leaving?"
"Tomorrow."

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"Derek. How can I help you?" Richard said as a shadow fell into the doorway of his office.
"You're sending Addie?" he demanded, walking into the office without an invitation. Richard sighed, looking up at him. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"Yes, in fact, I do. She's not been feeling her best these days, in case you haven't notice."
"Addie is a grown woman, Derek. She knows how to take care of herself." he reminded him, and when Derek was about to come up with something to argue, he raised a hand up to stop him.

"She made her choice. Take it up with her." Richard said.
"Who else's going?" Derek asked.
"Two interns. She'll be choosing one, Miranda will be picking another one."

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"Alright, assignments!" Miranda Bailey announced, all of them stood up eagerly, a huge difference compared to how they usually would have responded. Miranda looked up and eyed them curiously. Finally, Cristina spoke.

"Who's going?"

"You don't get to know, yet." Miranda asked, proceeding to give her interns the assignment. But George interupted.

"You know, Dr. Bailey. If you don't tell us, we'll be wondering who gets to go and who doesn't the whole day and it will affect our work."

"Fine." she said. "Izzie, Dr. Montgomery Shepherd has requested for you." she announced, rolling her eyes as the blonde punch a fist in the air.

"As for who the other one is going to be, that'll depend on your performance today. Yang, pit. O'Malley, you're with Burke today, Grey, you're with Dr. Shepherd and Karev... go with Yang. Stevens, you're with Addison today."

As the interns filed out of the locker room, Miranda pulled out the results of Addison Shepherd's from behind the file. Reading the outcome, she shook her head with a sigh before crumpling the paper and tossing it into the bin.

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"So, who's going?" Derek asked, turning briefly to the intern that was following.

"Bailey says it will depend on our performance for today. Addison picked Izzie." Meredith said flatly.

"Do you want to go?"

"I don't know. Are you going to put in good words for me if I say yes?" she teased, but he only laughed.

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"Miranda!" Derek called out, jogging towards the resident. She turned around with a raised eyebrow, putting a hand to her hip as he neared her.

"What can I do for you, Shepherd?"

"Send Meredith." he instructed breathlessly.

"And can I know why?"

"Addison..." he said, then taking a deep breathe. "She hasn't been feeling well these few days and..."

"And you want Meredith to keep and eye on her."

He nodded.

"Seriously."

"She's the only one I trust." he explained.

"Don't use your McDreamy eyes on me, Shepherd. Not gonna work."

"Please?"

"Fine. I'll see what I can do. No promises."

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"Dr. Shepherd." a low voice pronounced with a weird accent. He leaned back and scratched the side of his head where the scruffy beard brushed against.

"Lemme see!" another voice gruffed, pushing the friend off the seat. He drew a finger down the text of the rundown computer and a smile crept across his face, a cross between a hopeful smile and a sneer. "He's the one who'll fix kiddo." he said, his eyes flickering to the child lying in bed in the corner of the room.

"He?" his friend asked, scrambling back up to look at the computer screen, pointing a finger to the blank square where a photo was suppose to be. Their computer wasn't as yet to be able to load pictures. "We can't tell." he pointed out.

"Fine." he grunted. "She will be fixing kiddo. Happy?"

He stood up, pushing the chair roughly across the cemented floor and turned to the many men who stood behind them.

"Get ready, my friends. We've got some fish to catch."


A/N : Tell me, tell me! You like it? Wanna know more? lol.