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Can't Fight the Moonlight

Under a lovers' sky

Gonna be with you

And no one's gonna be around.

The first time Alex saw the scars, he ignored them.

It was the night of Cristina and Burke's wedding. Alex and Addison were sitting on the floor of the women's bathroom of the reception hall. (Long story, don't ask.)

Alex asked about the scars. Addison said they were nothing.

Alex believed her. Why shouldn't I? Addison was so put together, seamless actually. It seemed impossible that she would…Maybe a dog scratched her. Or maybe she rubbed against something that tore her skin.

Several times.

But Alex's subconscious wouldn't let him get away with denial.

So he made excuses. People lose control sometimes. Self-injury is a release of stressful emotions. Releases are healthy. She wasn't taking her anger out on someone else. She wasn't attempting suicide. The cuts aren't deep.

So he let it go. What was he supposed to do? Alex was used to being the victim, not the savior.

He sat there on the bathroom floor, thinking about all of this. Making the decision to stay silent, he moved her off of his lap and put his clothes on as she sat completely still.

When he finished, he helped her to dress her. Alex pulled the dress over her head and fastened it carefully. Addison stood numbly until he took her hand and led her outside.

Everyone noticed a transformation in Addison's disposition. Richard, who knew Addison loved to grind to music, especially against attractive men, watched her suspicious behavior, as Addison would only dance to ballads that night.

She barely uttered a word all evening, other than "I'm fine."

Addison sat in her chair and watched the reception pass before her eyes. Everyone moved in slow motion, but somehow, it all happened so quickly. Before she knew it, she was at home with Alex, who hadn't said a word to her since the incident in the bathroom. Sure, she wouldn't have replied anyway, but she would like to be acknowledged. Why is he ignoring me? He should want to know about the cuts. Does he even care? Addison wondered as Alex tucks her into bed. She sits up. That's silly. Of course he cares.

That's why it's so weird that he hasn't said anything. What's he thinking? She watches him as he climbs in the bed next to her. He tugs her down so she's lying on the bed and kisses her lips. He eyes bore into hers. "I love you."

She wraps her good arm around his neck and pulls him on top of her. "I love you too." She whispers.

They watch each other for a while before Alex rolls over to his side. He's exhausted and falls asleep quickly. It takes Addison an hour or two of distractive thinking until her eyes close. Her hand winds into his t-shirt for the remainder of the night.

Laughing, Derek Shepherd opens the door to "La Maison de Intern". Meredith follows him, stumbling. Both consumed enough alcohol at the wedding to be sufficiently tipsy. They fall down into the chairs at the kitchen table.

"Making out was really fun." Meredith comments.

"Yeah. Wanna do it again?" Derek leans in to kiss her. She pushes him away.

"Nah. Your breath stinks."

Derek laughs. "You too."

Meredith wrinkles her nose. "That's not very nice."

"I'm sorry. Your breath is very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very..." He pauses. "What were we talking about?"

Meredith giggles. "You were complimenting my breath."

Derek tilts his head. "Oh. Right. Your breath is... is...shiny."

Meredith nods in approval. "Thank you very much. Is it bright also?"

Derek is too busy fiddling with a pen to respond. Meredith reaches for the pen, but slides out of her chair and onto the floor instead. "Whoops." She bends down to remove her shoes. " Addison helped me with my shoes today. It was very hard to do, but Addison is smart."

"Yes. Very smart." Derek repeats.

Meredith lies on her back. "Yes. She was." She fidgets on the floor. " Addison spent a lot of time with Alex in the bathroom today.

"Meredith, remember? Alex was sick. Don't you remember?"

Meredith shakes her head, messing her hair. "I think he was lying. He just wanted to get some sex, I think. I bet they were doing something naught." Meredith giggles again.

Derek falls on the floor next to her. "They were not."

"Were too."

He crawls up her body. "Were not."

She pulls his legs so he's straddling her. "Were too."

He leans in and whispers "Were not."

She covers his mouth with her hand. "Derek! Stinky breath! And were too."

He mutters "Sorry." and waits for her to make the next move. Suddenly her eyes light up. "Derek! I have the best idea! And it involves making out."

Derek's face perks up. "What is it?! Tell me now!! Meredith!"

Meredith points up the stairs. "If we brush our teeth, our breath won't be stinky." She gestures with her hands as let him fill in the blanks. He just looks confused.

Meredith sighs. Sometimes neurosurgeons could be really stupid. "If our breath isn't stinky, we can make out again! And making out is fun!!"

"Oh! Let's do that!" Derek claps his hands.

Meredith waits for him to get off. When he doesn't, she pushes him. "Get off, Derek! The faster we go, the faster we get to have fun!" She scrambles up the stairs. Derek stands there for a moment, then follows her a second behind.

Addison lies awake in her house. Alex is beside her, but he's not awake. She's restless and she can't just count ceiling cracks the whole night. She throws on a robe and heads down the stairs. Slightly hung-over, she opens a window and feels the cool air hit her. It's so refreshing. Her body feels like it's on fire. She opens the front door of her house and steps outside. Ahh. She runs her feet and toes through the dewy grass as she walks to the sidewalk near her house. It's a new subdivision, so most of the houses are in different stages of building. She admires the houses and continues down the path. Now that's interesting. I like the layout of that one. The fireplace is-

A hand shoots out and covers her mouth from behind. Dry lips are pressed to her ear and a scratchy voice whispers "Don't move." Strong arms pull her to the ground.

Addison wishes she could scream or kick or fight. But she's too stunned and frightened. So she lies there out in the dewy grass that used to cool the fire within her. At least she can see his face. But as soon as she takes a mental picture, she looks away and winces.

This is like the shortest chapter I've ever written. But I might just like it anyway.

This is the actual sequel to Right Kind of Wrong. (Guess my favorite movie.) It's going to be a little more angsty, but don't worry, I can't write anything without a little humor. And if you haven't read Right Kind of Wrong, you might want to, although it isn't necessary.

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