There you go… my first fic! I don't believe in constructive criticism. Be harsh if you want, but you have to be helpful.
Six Months Ago
"You suck."
The words penetrated his haze of self-loathing and misery, and he gazed in surprise at her muddy green eyes. His shock quickly grew as she continued.
"To me, you suck. I kind of…hate you," her eyes twinkled
mischievously, but then turned serious, "but, Alex, we do not get
unlimited chances to have the things we want. And this I know," her
eyes suddenly seemed to glaze over with pain, and once again he felt
a pang of regret for the way he had hurt her, "nothing is worse
than missing an opportunity that could have changed your life. And no
matter what her name is," she added, smiling that sad little smile
of hers again, "she'll always be Ava to you."
"Dr. Montgomery," he says, walking up to the attending, cup of coffee in hand. The thing they've established since she came back from L.A., the attending-to-intern, everything is fine, mind your own business routine is holding well, and things are settling back to what can be called normal. He still brings her coffee every morning, though. For some reason that particular habit has not died as easily as others. But of course he's just sucking up, just because he's a resident now doesn't mean he gets into all the surgeries he wants. Besides, they're friends. Bringing coffee was what friends do. It was nothing.
Right?
"Karev," she addresses him without even needing to look up from her chart, last name rolling easily off her lips, "big case today. You want in?"
"Sure—here," he replies, thrusting the mocha latte into her pen-free hand, "no vanilla today. I was running late and they were out—"
"It's okay," she interrupts, nodding her thanks and taking a long sip, "how'd things go with Ava?"
The casualness that she addresses the matter of his love life for some reason unnerves him, but he dismisses the feeling. "Well, I caught up with her at the airport, and she took me back. Then we—talked."
"Talked?" she raises an eyebrow, mouth turning upward at the same time into an amused half smile, "No kissing? No sex?"
"That so hard to believe?" good, they were being playful today. He can handle playful. She could insult him, and he could give it back tenfold, no hard feelings. But all of a sudden the playfulness feels like flirting, and he feels himself blushing.
"Yes," one simple word, and then she's snapping back to business mode again, "I want to you take a good look at this chart before you meet our patient. Apparently she has some sort of hemorrhagic fever, possibly—"
"Wait," maybe it was the blushing tension, or maybe just because, but he cuts her off mid-sentence, "yes? What's that supposed to mean?"
She finally looks up, surprise evident in her eyes, "Well, no offense, but you're not known for taking it slow," he winces, and she adds, "it's nice though. To see that you are."
"Nice?" he replies, "How can you just―" then he realizes that he's shouting. "Come with me," he hisses, taking her arm.
"What—Dr. Karev!" he ignores her protests, and drags her into the nearest on-call room. Slamming the door shut, he turns to her, furious for absolutely no reason, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
She glares at him, and all of a sudden he's reminded of the old times when they were just sparring partners, nothing else. "What's wrong with me? You're the one that—"
"I dumped you, damn it!" he yells, "Twice! You kissed me at Joe's, and I tell you I'm not interested. You give me the best sex I've had in a long time, and I dump you again! How can you just pretend everything is going fine, when I reject you twice?!"
He shoots her his best glare, and starts to pace around the room, unable to look her in the eye anymore. In truth, he doesn't know why he was so pissed. He has Ava, they were supposed to be friends, and everything's supposed to be normal. They had been normal, until he decided to ruin things. Cursing himself, he turns back to her.
"Look—" he starts, but then sees that she's desperately trying to keep a straight face, "What?"
She shakes her head, now grinning evilly, "My, my," she remarks, "Alex Karev, guilty about dumping a girl?"
"I'm not―" but suddenly she's laughing, and he's laughing too, and then his lips are crushed against hers, and without knowing why, without knowing what exactly had happened, they were kissing. They kiss, but after a while she pushes him away. He looks into her eyes, seeing the passion, the heartbreak, and the regret.
"I—we can't," she whispers, slowly backing away. He stares at her, not knowing what to say, only managing her name.
"Addison…" but the use of her first name makes her shake her head and back away even more.
"You don't want me," she says, voice trembling, "you—you want Ava."
He can do nothing but stand there and stare as she hurriedly adjusts her wrinkled scrubs and walks out the door.
Hope I didn't butcher the kissing scene too badly. Please review!