a little addex twoshot, just because i can. my gift to you for the holidays. some addex fluff, a "tipsy" addison, and some very choppy non-sentences. so happy new year everyone!

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Addison downs another glass of wine, wondering why the hell she agreed to come to a New Year's party at Meredith Grey's house. Oh, that's right, because Callie had begged her to say yes after Alex Karev had casually mentioned it (but definitely not because Alex Karev had been the one doing the casual mentioning). Because Callie didn't want to be alone with her husband's weird friends. Callie had been pathetic really. Begged her, pleaded her, threatened her with broken bones and broken friendships. Promised her that she and George wouldn't leave her side. Was finally annoying enough that Addison gave in. Yeah, that went well. So far tonight, all she has done is watch various couples make out and drink. And boy, has she done a lot of that second one. And where is Callie? Trying to bond with Izzie Stevens. So much for not leaving her side. Now she is alone, all a-fricking-lone. Pathetically standing by the table that is serving as a bar, pouring herself glass after glass of wine, but smartly avoiding the harder stuff.

At eleven forty she realizes something very depressing. Everyone has someone to kiss except her. Callie has George and Derek has Meredith and Burke has Christina. Alex can kiss Izzie. And her, well, she supposes she could kiss Mark, but she doesn't want to kiss Mark.

She's so out of it, she doesn't hear Alex come up beside here. "You're bored," he accuses.

"And you are not interested," she says. She's still hurting from the incident in the supply closet apparently. Huh, that's weird. She thought she was over that.

He winces. "Sorry. About the supply closet, I mean."

"You were telling the truth. It's what people should do. I should thank you for not letting me make an even bigger fool of myself than I already have. So thank you, Alex Karev, thank you from the bottom of my heart."

He studies her. "You're drunk."

"Maybe in the slightest way. I prefer the term tipsy."

"I don't think I've ever seen you drunk before."

"Did I tell you about the time I decided to get really, really fat by eating Izzie's muffins? Because I did. Those were some damn good muffins. Do you know if she made any more? And I thought we were using the term tipsy."

"Fine, I don't think I've ever seen you tipsy before. And no, I don't think Izzie made any muffins."

"Damn."

"She did make cupcakes though."

"Oh, you so know you want to go get me one."

"I really don't."

"You really do, you just don't know it yet. I'm wondering what I can do to convince you of that."

He thinks about that. "Save me your New Year's kiss, and I will."

Huh. That was not expected. "And you say you're not interested," she teases. He looks down and mumbles something unintelligible. "Did you know that your lips started moving, but no sound came out?" she laughs.

"Look, do you want that cupcake or not?"

"I suppose," she sighs. "Fine, Karev, you may have my New Year's kiss if you get back with my cupcake before midnight."

"I'll be back," he promises and walks off, presumably to the kitchen. She waves to him and pours herself another glass of wine, swaying in time to the music and mouthing the words.

"You know, this is the first time I've seen you willingly alone at a party in, what, thirteen years maybe?" Mark comments as he comes to stand next to her.

God, what is with these people? Ignoring her one minute and now not leaving her alone. Make up your mind is what she wants to yell. What she says is, "Fourteen or fifteen actually. Wow that makes me feel old."

"Are you drunk?"

"Karev and I are using the term tipsy," she informs him. Takes a look at his face. Decides maybe that wasn't the smartest thing to say. "But I don't think I was s'posed to say that," she slurs. "At least not to you. What are you doing here anyways?"

"Ringing in the New Year. Care to help me with that?" he invites with his signature McSteamy grin.

"No. I am not having sex with you again. I've decided. It's just a hailstorm of loathing and… well, it's bad. And I'm especially not having sex with you in Meredith Grey's house."

"I was just talking about my New Year's kiss."

"Ah. Well, nope. Sorry. I already promised that to Alex. My kiss, I mean. Not yours. So no can do."

"What's up with you and him anyways?"

"Well, he thinks he's not interested."

"And what do you think?"

"I think that it would a very bad thing to sleep with him since he's not interested and all."

"And you promised him your New Year's kiss? The guy who's not interested in you. Seems like you should kiss someone who wants to kiss you. Like me," Mark says. He leans in to kiss her, but just before their lips touch she puts her hand between the two of them.

"Nope, nope, nope. I am not gonna go there with you. Because in my state, I will get carried away and sleep with you and that is simply not happening anymore. Go kiss Stevens, you two would have very hot, blonde babies."

"Addie-"

"Nope. I'm serious, Mark. I may be tipsy, but I do remember that I don't want to sleep with you. Go away please. See, I'm asking nicely. I can do nice."

"That wasn't very nice at all."

"Well, I'm sorry, it's the best I've got." She's saved by Alex approaching with her cupcake. She claps and takes it from him. "You could learn a thing or two from this guy," she informs Mark. "He's much nicer than you are." Mark doesn't say anything. Just walks away. Finally. "I think I may have just gotten you in trouble," she tells Alex.

"Whatever. It was worth it." She reaches for the wine again. "Uh-uh," he says, grabbing the bottle from her. "You're already going to hate yourself in the morning. No need to make it worse."

"Everybody!" Izzie yells as Meredith shuts off the music. "The ball's going to drop soon!" She turns the TV on to the channel showing Times Square.

"You know," Addison comments. "I was there two years ago. And every year before that."

"Where?"

"Times Square. Last year was my first year that I wasn't. It was weird."

"Do you miss New York?"

"Sometimes."

"Ten!" Everyone yells. They join in. "Nine… Eight… Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two…" They turn to face each other. "One!" Addison takes his face in her hands and kisses him. Really kisses him. And he kisses her back, which makes her happy. Everything goes kind of foggy, but somehow really clear, as they continue to kiss well past the acceptable New Year's kiss time. And as his arms go around her waist. And as hers go around his neck. And as he pulls back and looks at her. As she giggles. As he kisses her again and takes her hand. Leads her upstairs. Kisses her hard. Helps her undress as she does the same for him. As she lets instinct take over.

And all she can think about is how it feels so good to not be thinking anymore.

so like i promised, it's a twoshot, so i'll get that up soon. maybe after, say, five reviews? (ahem)

-Juli