I'm back! With an AlexIzzie implication, and an idea for another Thing That Needs Understanding. I just forgot the beginning to it.

This is set right before 'Into You Like a Train,' and, believe it or not, I actually wrote this last week. I think we were talking about Meredith's "Pick Me" speech in History, and then this idea hit me. Huh.

Anyway.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Even the people sitting away from the morose group of interns clustered around the bar felt the tension in the air. The few sitting nearby caught snatches of a conversation between a pretty blond girl and a swarthy dark boy, who were drinking beer like teenagers at a concert.

The blonde threw a look over her shoulder at the particularly gloomy looking girl in the middle of the crowd. Joe was sending shots her way, and she wasn't backing down. "So...d'you think he'll pick her?"

The dark kid shrugged. "Pick who?"

Izzie shoved him. "Pick Meredith, you idiot."

Alex shot forward into his glass as her push was a bit stronger than he'd anticipated. After a bout of coughing, he wiped his mouth and commented dryly, "Probably not."

She twisted her lip. "I think he will."

"I think he won't."

"I think he—"

"Okay, we're done playing that game," Alex said gruffly. They sipped in silence for a while, glancing over at Meredith every few seconds to make sure she was still within 90 degrees of vertical.

"Why won't he?" Izzie asked.

"Because he's a jerk."

"And you're not a jerk."

Alex signaled for another draft. "Well, put it this way. I wouldn't walk out on my philandering wife only to sleep with a girl my first night away from home and then lead that girl along for about a year until she finds out about my wife, and then make her completely humiliate herself for me, leaving her broken and drunk at a sleazy bar with all her friends, waiting for me to make a decision I've already made."

"So you think he's already made his decision."

"Izzie, I'd pick Addison, and if I know anything about the great world of Jerkdom, Dr. McJerky will also pick Addison."

"I wouldn't pick Mistress of All Things Evil," Izzie muttered darkly.

"Who came up with that one?"

"Dunno. Has a good ring to it, though."

"Mm." They lapsed into another silence.

"So you think he'll really pick Addison?" She asked again, picking at the question like a festering sore.

"No, I think he'll pick a very sheep-like woman, and they'll go live in Germany, where they'll have two children named Marshall and Jake, and then they'll live happily ever after."

"Okay then."

"All right."

"Is Jake a German name?"

Alex frowned for a second. "Yeah, I think so. Short for Jacob, which comes from the German word Jacomib, which means 'hey, Joe, can I get another beer?'"

"Very special history, for all that to be one word," Izzie said with a smile.

"Yeah, well." Alex received his refilled glass with grim appreciation. "It's a very useful word. S'why people named their kids that."

"Maybe we shouldn't be drinking so much."

"Aw come on, it's not like anything—" And then all Hell broke loose on the television.

I don't know any German. There was just a German transfer student in the room when I was thinking about the ending, so that's how it ended up there.

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