a/n: So here, have another little story. I have the rest written, but it works so much better as two chapters. Mainly just because I like how this part ends. So enjoy. Call it a celebration of Spring Break.
disclaimer: If I owned Grey's, believe me, Alex would NOT still be in Seattle.
It's pathetic, really. It's taken him almost a year. The one thing Alex prides himself on is having his act pretty much together, and it takes him a full year of emptiness to realize that he would be a whole lot less empty if he would recognize the fact that the woman he loves currently resides in Los Angeles. So a full year and a month after a certain redhead's departure, he follows her. Man, he really is on top of things.
So now he's in L.A. with no semblance of a plan. He barely has even an idea of why he's down here. Okay, so maybe he doesn't truly have his act together. But that's where she comes in. She's had a strange, paradoxical talent for both forcing him to get everything together, and blowing everything he knows about himself straight to hell. Well, considering it's pretty much impossible for him to have his shit any less together, maybe she'll help him get his ass in gear.
He managed to wrangle the name of her practice out of Callie, and he did it so adroitly, he's not even sure she knows that she provided him with the information. From there, it was simply a matter for asking for a couple days off, flying down to California, and using a phone book to look up Oceanside Wellness Center (the one thing he can't figure out is why she's working in a "Wellness Center" when she could work anywhere in the world, and clearly belongs in some prestigious hospital). When he called, all he had to do was pretend to be an old friend of hers, and he knows her so well that the role is an easy one. He spent the last six months of her stint in Seattle noticing her, and that has provided him with plenty of information. He even goes so far as to act like he was there when she backed into a barbeque (which, through some very convoluted, very Addison-y logic, was not her fault whatsoever), and got the small scar that rests in the middle of her lower back.
The only reason he knows about it is because he noticed it when she dropped a chart and bent down to pick it up. Her scrub top had ridden up, and though the sight of that sliver of skin had been enough to fuel his fantasies for a week afterwards, he managed to pull his act together to ask about it. Since he had been Nice-and-Noticing Alex lately, not Shove-Her-Heart-Through-A-Blender Alex, she had told him.
In the end, the small details he knows pay off, because they convince the receptionist that Addison will be thrilled to see him. She explains that the doctor isn't in right now, but would he like her to give him her address? Alex quickly agrees. When they hang up, the receptionist is left with a distinct sense of reuniting Dr. Montgomery with a former love.
So now he's standing on her porch, trying to gather up the courage to ring her bell.
It takes him a couple minutes, but finally he does. It takes her a minute to open the door. When she does, it takes his breath away. He's simply forgotten how gorgeous she is. Her hair is tousled, like she just came in from the beach that serves as her back yard. She's wearing jean shorts and a white t-shirt that he can see the hint of a red bikini top through. She hold a long, soft-looking sweater closed in the middle of her chest to guard against the slightly chilly late-afternoon air.
For a second, she stands there, looking as if she's seen a ghost. The she seems to register just who is standing at her front door. At which point, she promptly slams the door in his face.
So there you have it, part one. I'll post the rest later today, since it's all written. But feel free to review anyways.
-Juli-
