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Friday. The end of the week. Better known as the best day of the seven. Every Friday the employees of the Oceanside Wellness Group go to a bar called On The Water. It could be described as the LA version of the Emerald City Bar, but with a dancefloor, no dusty pool table, and best of all? Pete wearing new jeans.
Pete refused to be feminine about clothing, so it was rare when he actually bought new jeans. With his non-feminine pact aside, he was a bit hurt that no one had noticed.
But Addison had noticed. Oh she had noticed. These jeans had no tears on the knee and were considerably darker than the others. She just didn't want to say anything. What if she sounded like a freaky stalker? Or worse, what if it sounded like she liked him? That she couldn't handle.
Her new green hobo bag/purse thing started vibrating furiously. She rifled through reciepts, pens, lipstick and gum wrappers and finally unearthed her BlackBerry. One new text message from: Naomi-Stop staring at Pete." Addison grinned, the phone's light reflecting off her perfectly white teeth. She rolled her eyes and dropped her phone in the bag (thing) and tossed it on the table.
She perched herself on the edge of the table and her eyes were drawn to Pete. He caught her eye and grinned. Their smiled faded but they refused to look away. Pete's pocked lit up and he looked down quickly. Pete flipped open his black Razr. One new message from: Sam: "Stop it." Pete looked back where Addison had been standing but she was talking to Violet.
"You're distracting me," she was saying. Pete pretended to be in the middle of an important call so he could eavesdrop.
"Is that good?" Violet asked.
"Oh yeah," she nodded, eyes wide.
"Just dance with him."
"Temptation means nothing to you does it?"
Pete snuck up behind Addison and winked at Violet. "Would you like to dance?" As if by magic, the song changed from a slow waltz to a pulsing hip hop song. Addison looked petrified. She looked back at Violet. Violet waved at the air with her hand, telling her to go.
"You love to dance," she said. Addison widened her eyes.
Pete spun her around. "Trust me." Addison finished her martini with a flourish and felt the alcohol cloud her brain.
Sam wagged a warning finger at Pete and Naomi mime-strangled Addison. Pete turned from Sam in time to see Addison get mime-choked. She blushed guiltily. Pete led her to the dance floor and they stared at each other awkwardly. A goofy grin spread across their faces and they nodded.
Pete pulled Addison close so her back was pressed to his muscular chest. He took her hands and placed them around her neck, then slid his arms down her sides to her waist. She laid her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes.
Violet giggled. "Steamy," she said, nudging Cooper.
Cooper grinned at her. "Wanna dance?"
"No."
"Me either," Cooper's face turned scarlet and he turned away.
Naomi stomped over, smoke practically coming from her nostrils. "I can't believe this. It's like watching porn. There are children here!"
Violet covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. "There are no children here."
Naomi's anger faded and she laughed. "There's Dell."
"And they're wearing clothes," Cooper pointed out.
"Besides, Dell's dancing too," Violet jerked her head. Dell was dancing closely with a busty blonde. She shook her head like there was water in it. "And what about clothes?"
"They're wearing clothes," Cooper repeated. "It isn't porn if there's clothes." Naomi rolled her eyes.
"You would know," she retorted. Violet giggled, sipping a beer.
"Everybody hates a literalist," she said apologetically. She looked up and caught Pete kissing Addison's neck.
"Eewww!" everyone shuddered.
"What're we watching?" someone asked
"Porn." everyone answered.
"That's what California is famous for, I was just hoping it wouldn't be with my ex-wife."
Naomi glanced up. "Derek!" she squealed, throwing her arms around his neck.
"And company," Mark said. Instead of hugging Naomi, he shook her hand. Behind him, a handful of doctors filed in.
A tall blonde was closely followed by a wimpy looking man with wavy dark hair. After him came a blonde so small she seemed to be withering away. A tall black man was closely follwed by a short intimidating woman. A scary looking woman with long black hair followed. Bringing up with rear was a handsome brunette man and a bored looking Asian woman.
The handsome younger man watched Addison and Pete with a look that bordered on jealously. Was this the infamous Alex Karev? The song ended with a final creschendo and Addison looked up.
When she saw all the doctors, she dropped Pete's hand and Naomi distinctly saw her mouth form the word, "Shit."
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"What? What's wrong?" Pete reached for her hand again but she ran her hand through her hair nervously. "Addie, breathe."
Addison exhaled and almost exhaled tears. Pete pulled her into a hug. He could feel her breath on his neck. Well, at least she was breathing again.
"I left Seattle without saying goodbye," Addison said, her voice muffled.
"And-?"
"And they're here," Addison gestured frantically to the group of MDs.
"Really? Well then let's go say hi," Pete said cheerily.
Addison caught him by the shoulder. "Let's not."
"Addie, you're being ridiculous."
"Addison warmed at the way her nickname sounded when he said it. "You don't understand!"
"What don't I understand, Addie? Tell me."
"That's my ex-husband, ex-boyfriend and ex...thing standing a few feet away." Pete knew she wasn't saying everything, but he didn't want to push her. He turned around and sized up all the men.
"I can take 'em," he said, proudly displaying the slow healing cut on his hand. "Pete the gladiator, remember?"
Addison groaned. "Don't remind me."
Pete put his hands on her waist and gave her a push. When all the men looked, he took her hand protectively. She smiled at his jealous-esque move and he kept his eyes on the three men.
"Addison!" Bailey was the first to hug her.
Addison hugged back awkwardly. "This is Pete Wilder. My...uh.." Addison trailed off, unsure of what to call her colleague. "Person. Pete is my person."
Pete raised his eyebrows, amused. At the sound of their special word, Meredith and Christina looked up. After a quick once-over, they turned away.
"He's hot," Meredith said simply.
"Duh, she's hot. Everyone that she's been with is hot," Christina answered bitterly.
"No joke. Derek, Mark, and Alex," Callie had officially entered their conversation.
"Alex?" Meredith said amused, and Christina said, "Eww."
Callie shrugged. "I thought everyone knew. Haven't you seen the way he's been glaring at the two of them?"
Meredith and Christina whirled around. Sure enough, Alex was staring at Addison and Pete with narrowed eyes.
And in a matter of minutes, Everyone knew Alex had slept with Addison.
"Did you really sleep with Alex?" Derek asked. Addison looked at Pete.
Derek held out his hand, "I don't think we've met. I'm Derek, Addison's ex-husband."
Addison groaned. Pete didn't shake his hand. "Oh, so you're the jackass who let her get away. Thank you. I'm Pete," he paused dramatically," the gladiator."
Addison snorted. "I knew you always had a thing for fighters," Derek said snottily.
"Alright well, I hate to leave the fun, but I have work tomorrow. We'll catch up after work. How long are you here?"
"Two weeks," Mark answered.
"The two longest weeks of my life," Addison groaned. Pete put his arm around her and led her out.
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"See that wasn't so bad, now was it?" Pete squeezed Addison's shoulders and smiled. Addison looked up and glared. Pete picked up his hands in mock defeat.
"Ok, chill. You're working all these two weeks. You won't even know they're here."
Addison shook her head. "No, if I know Derek, Mark AND Alex, I will know they're here."
They had arrived at Addison's gorgeous beach house. Pete followed her inside as if he lived there. He might as well, Addison thought.
"Maybe that's just it," Pete reasoned as he got her an asprin and a glass of water. "Maybe you didn't know them."
Addison took the Advil and water. "And maybe, just maybe you're insane." She swallowed the pill quickly. "How did you know I had a headache?"
Pete shrugged. "You were doing that forehead scrunching thing that you do only when you're in pain. I figured asprin helps everything. Especially-"
Addison pressed herself close to Pete and caught his lips with hers. She gripped his neck tightly. The kiss was soft, comfortable.
Pete moved a lock of hair behind her ear. "What did I do to deserve that?" he asked quietly.
Addison grinned sarcastically. "Well, you were doing that overtalking thing you do when you get nervous."
Pete blushed. To cover it up, he reached to Addison's hip and tickled her. She squealed like a little girl and scampered up the stairs. Pete caught her and spun her around and they laughed.
And Addison knew she was going to be ok.
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"So, you and Addison, huh?" George stood next to Alex, fidgeting a little.
Alex clenched his fist. "If one more person asks me that, I swear I'll-"
"Calm youself. Everyone knows, and Derek and Mark are too mad to ask you anyway. The worst they'll do is attack you."
"Thank you, O'Malley. This trip just keeps getting better and better."
"Why? Because your one true love was dancing and kissing her own Prince Charming?" Christina asked, grinning.
"Back the fuck up," Alex ordered, clenching his square jaw.
Christina's jaw dropped. "You did love her, didn't you? You lovesick bitch!" she cackled maniaclly and ran away, obviously to tell Meredith the amazing news. Fucking idiots.
He did love Adison, kinda. But that's why he let her go. Obviously, he didn't have to be so mean about it, but that was his style. But seeing her again, all tanned and as sexy as ever, made him want to cry, in the manliest sense he could think of.
Not that falling in love with the most desired woman in Seattle, and now LA was manly. It was dumb. Really really dumb.
"Do you wanna talk?" Alex looked down to see Bailey, formerly known as the Nazi, actually looking concerned for his emotional well-being. Huh. That's weird.
He sat down dejectedly, and Bailey followed.
"What do you think of Pete?" he asked.
"I think he's perfect for her, actually," she said truthfully. "Not that you asked, of course. Because you would never ask that." Alex groaned and put his head in his hands.
Bailey watched impatiently. "Are you going to elaborate?"
"I thought you don't want to hear about our love lives," he said.
"Normally I wouldn't, but when in Rome,"
"We're in LA."
"Just get on with it, will you?"
Alex stood up. "Actually, I think I better go."
Bailey nodded, clearly pleased with his self control. "Good night, Karev."
"Good bye Dr. Bailey."
And he walked out of the bar with no intention of coming back.
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