I know I have like eight stories in progress and I promise I'm going to finish them. But this idea came to me and I had to give it a whirl. So let me know what you think in a review.

I wrapped me hand around the handle of my mug and brought the red cup to my lips. I took a long drink and sat it back down on the nurse's station counter. I scribbled something on Mrs. Hansen's chart and flipped it closed.

"Patty will you check Mrs. Hansen's dilation every hour and page me when she is at eight centimeters?" I asked and handed the chart to my favorite nurse. Patty nodded and glanced quickly over Mrs. Hansen's chart before setting it on the stack.

"Absolutely Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd." She smiled. I smiled back.

"Thanks." I told her and picked my mug up and left the station. I walked down the hallway of my practice and took a left into my office. I sat my mug down and shed my lab coat. I draped it on the back of my chair and ran my hands shakily along the arm rest before sitting down slowly. I put my head down on my desk and wrapped my arms around it. I closed my eyes and took long shaky breaths. I lost track of time but eventually I heard a knock on the door.

"Addison?" Derek's voice asked softly. I slowly lifted my head of my desk. "Addison are you okay?" He asked again and moved quickly to my side. I shook my head. "What's wrong?" Derek asked and rubbed my back soothingly.

"I feel like shit okay?" I told him sharply.

"What feel bad?" He asked.

"I feel shaky and sick to my stomach." I told him. Derek felt my forehead.

"You feel a little warm." Derek said concerned. I leaned against him and let out a long breath. My stomach lurched and I pushed Derek away and ran into my office private bathroom. I threw up violently into the toilet.

"Oh God." I groaned and laid down on the floor. The cool tile felt amazing. Derek came in and flushed the toilet. He bent down and slid one arm under my knees and the other on my upper back. Then he gently lifted me off the floor. I leaned against him and closed my eyes.

"I'm taking you home Addie." Derek told me. I nodded.

"Okay." I whispered not bothering to open my eyes.

"Is she okay?" I heard Patty ask. I felt Derek shake his head.

"She threw up, she's shaky, and I think she's got a fever." Derek told her. "Will you call Dr. Bennett in and have her take care of her cases?" Derek asked.

"Absolutely. Feel better Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd." Patty said. I nodded slowly. When we got out to the car Derek laid me gently across the back seat and then climbed into the driver's side and drove to our Brownstone. Derek carried me inside and up the stairs to our room. He laid me gently down on the queen size bed and pushed my hair out of my eyes.

"Get some sleep. Or try anyways. I have to go check on a patient but I will be right back after. Okay?" Derek asked and kissed me gently on the forehead. I nodded and waited until Derek left the room. Then I groaned and let out a long sigh. This was going to be a long day. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. When I woke up Derek was gently stroking my hair. I shifted slightly in bed.

"How's your patient?" I asked. Derek smiled.

"Great. But I have this other patient I'm really worried about now. She's got red hair and blue eyes and she's like super hot and metaphorically and literally." Derek told me. I rolled my eyes. It was obvious he was talking about me.

"It's just the flu Der." I assured him. Derek smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Just let me take care of my wife will you?" Derek teased. I smiled slightly and nodded.

"Fine." I caved. Derek smiled.

"I brought you some of the soup you love from the soup deli downtown. For whenever you feel up to eating something. I laid a towel down by the toilet so your knees have some cushion if you need to throw up. I have a thermometer and some fever reducer so in a second I'm going to check your temperature and you are going to suck it up and let me do it. Then if it's high I've got a cool rag waiting for you. Because I know that a cool rag on your neck always helps you with your nausea. Sound good?" Derek asked. I smiled and nodded. Derek grinned and grabbed the thermometer off the night stand. I opened my mouth and let Derek insert the thermometer. When it beeped he pulled it out.

"101.5, do you want the cool rag?" Derek asked. I nodded.

"That sounds good." I told him. Derek nodded and wrung the rag out over a basin of water. He draped it over my neck and kissed my forehead.

"Better?" He asked. I nodded and closed my eyes at the relief that washed over me.

"Hold me?" I asked opening my eyes again. Derek nodded and got into bed next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and I leaned my head into his chest. I closed my eyes again and breathed in his scent.

So let me know what you think! This will be a story of what Derek and Addison's lives would be like in New York if Mark and Addison never slept together and Derek never became a work obsessed jerk. I don't know why but I've been thinking about what their lives could have been like if they had always been happy. Review!