I am literally so angry I am back to writing stories about these two idiots. I hate everything. But here. Have another story.

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It was a weird week.

What did that even mean? A weird week. She had almost kissed him, he had felt her breath, hesitant and warm, on his lips, and he had leaned. They had almost crossed a line. Together. Because he had leaned and so had she. It was a joint effort, that leaning. He gave Mark Sloan a freaking vanilla latte, for fuck's sake. Because apparently the thought of her being sad inspired some sort of stupid playground revenge plot in him.

And it turns out that all of that, all the leaning and the flirting and the kindness, all of it was nothing more than a "weird week." Whatever the fuck that meant.

It shouldn't upset him. He was supposed to hate her, after all. But it threw him. He was the one who was supposed to screw good things up. Not her. But apparently to her, that moment, whatever the hell it was, it was the only the product of a weird week. In the context of a normal week, it held no meaning.

And why should it? He thought about this nonstop when he was lying in bed trying to catch a nap. Here he was, Alex Karev, son of a drunk, and the intern who had failed his boards. And she was Addison freaking Forbes Montgomery. The woman had a trust fund and more names than she knew what to do with and she was one of the best surgeon's in the country. The idea that she could even momentarily be attracted to him was absurd. It had to be the culmination of a weird week.

Part of him wondered what the week was. Why was the week weird? What had happened that suddenly made it okay for Mark Sloan to beat up on her? What made her steal glances at his lips, like she was longing or something? It must have been some weird week.

But most of him didn't want to know. Knowing would make them something weird. She'd have to open up to him and he was nothing more to her than a weird week. He didn't want to be anybody's Band-Aid.

But then she went and kissed him. She kissed him for real, and this time she did all the leaning. She asked about his dad (he wished he hadn't said anything) and her hands were soft on his face and she kissed him. And he really wanted to enjoy it because this was Addison Forbes Montgomery and she was hot. But all he could think about was that this was part of her weird week too. For whatever reason, she was using him to deal with her weird week. Which was pretty shitty and probably not good for his self-esteem.

Alex Karev knew that in the grand scheme of things he probably wasn't worth a whole lot. But he liked to think that he was worth more than a weird week and then some awkward avoidance and a painful lack of surgeries. So he lied. He pulled her into a closet and he lied to her.

Well, he kind of lied. He didn't know what he wanted. He didn't want to be a weird week. And he did kind of want her. He wanted her in that who wouldn't want Addison Montgomery? Well, everyone except Shepherd, but it was pretty clear that Shepherd was an idiot most of the time. You'd have to be an idiot to give up the chance to get in bed with Montgomery.

Looking at the situation now, seeing how her brow furrowed as he snapped and she repeated his words in confusion, Alex Karev thought he might be an idiot.