Over the course of the summer, I will be writing an AU Season 3.
It will be released weekly, Sunday nights (when else?), some "episodes" will be longer (2-hours/chapters). Most will be 1-hour/chapter.

I feel the need to state here that, yes, I am a card-carrying Addek. However, the finale happened. Prom happened. I think I can make fans of all ships happy, if you give me a chance. But, I'm also going to be a spoiler-Nazi for my own story and won't give out too much.

It is set after, "Accepting It" and the finale. Please read "Accepting It" before this, or face some confusion.

However, these are the things that never happened in my AU:
George and Mer did not sleep together.
No Callie (not b/c I don't like her though).
No Denny (b/c I didn't like him).
No Finn (like Callie, I like, but he doesn't fit).
Doc's alive (b/c I don't kill puppies).
The Webbers were in NYC longer than alluded to in "Losing My Religion."

If anything else seems discontinuitous (sp?), let me know, I'll clarify.

The story/season officially starts May 28th.
But here's a teaser to wet your appetite.

Mark was walking through New York City, enjoying his day off. He didn't get many and when he did, there was plenty to be done. Some days he craved for a less hectic life, where he had time to run errands and enjoy the weather. It was those days that Mark understood why his best – no wait, ex-best friend had moved half way around the country and lived in the woods; with a pond.

Of course, Derek had a little help making that decision, Mark grimaced. He couldn't begin to explain the regret he felt over sleeping with Addison, let alone staying with her. But Derek doesn't know that, Mark reminded himself, irritated at the situation. There was a lot Derek didn't know.

As Mark passed by a coffee shop, a woman caught his eye. Not wholly uncommon, in his day, Mark was known to look at many women, and they looked back, and a week later (more or less) there was someone else. But that was a long time ago, and this wasn't just a girl-of-the-week.

He stepped into the coffee shop, and couldn't help but smile. Behind the counter was a women, early to mid-20s, blonde hair, bluish eyes. He couldn't help but let his eyes gaze over her body. When his eyes drifted back up, they met hers. His breath caught at the realization that she'd discovered him, and he tensed at the aggravated look he received.

"Get out. Now!"

He used his classic, cocky smile on her to no avail. His disappointment was evident.

"Come on, Angel-"

"Don't you dare," she pointed at him, her rage fueling within her, "you lost that right a long time ago."

"Angela," he began again, trying to find the words to appease her, "I didn't come here to harass you. I didn't even know you worked here. Writing not going well?"

She rolled his eyes at his inquisition. He never failed to get a rise out of her.

"It's fine, but it doesn't pay well, and I'm trying to move."

"Brownstone not good enough," he teased.

"It's fine," she began, rolling her eyes at his antics, "but under the current circumstances, I'd rather not live there."

"Ah, so you know," clarity came over his rugged face.

"You know?" she questioned, slightly taken aback.

"Word has traveled to even to my gutters. The golden couple is no more."

"Well, that part isn't exactly news, you should know that," she declared, pointedly.

"Yeah, well, I didn't make him screw an intern down the hall from 'Prom,' "he chuckled and rolled his eyes, "it amazes me how they do things in Seattle."

"Yeah, well," her voice was bitter, "I wouldn't know. I'm here."

"So am I," he pointed out, gauging her reactions, "you know that."

"When you're not chasing my sister, declaring your love," she accused.

"Your sister," he stepped back, half-feigning shock, "now she's your sister. I recall you singing a different tune not too long ago."

"Yeah well," a slight embarrassment crossed her face, "things are different now. She's in pain. Leaving Derek wasn't easy for her."

"I heard he didn't put up a fight."

"No," she whispered, "he just let her go."

Mark shook his head while Angela swallowed and looked away. She looked back with determination in her eyes.

"Listen, I'm at work, you need to go. Seriously."

"Okay," he admitted, beginning to walk away, "maybe sometime we could-"

"No. Absolutely not."

"I miss you, Angela."

"That's your own fault Mark; don't make me deal with your consequences."

He took a deep breath, wanting to say more, but left anyway.

Angela took a deep breath and walked into the back room. She grabbed her cell phone and chose a familiar number. She tapped her feet waiting for an answer.

"Hello?"

"MommAdele? It's Ang. I was wondering if I could stay with you and the Chief for a little while…"

So...you read the whole preview! Yay! See you in 8 days for the 2-hour/chapter premiere!

Remember, this was a teaser, just a teaser.