Three Ways Not to Start a Relationship
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy/Out of Practice Crossover.
Pairing: Addison/Regina.
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer/Author's Notes: Maybe THIS will be my crazy crack pairing, since I wrote it after my wisdom tooth operation and… almost everyone seems to have a crack pairing. Ralst was right, though – Regina needs a real relationship, which is how this all started. And? Characters Not mine.

Number One

"Get out of my way!"

So much for a welcome back.

But Addison wasn't offended; maybe a bit surprised, but not offended. Had she been anywhere else, she would have been – offended, that was. As things were, though, she was in the E.R., and she knew better than to argue. She stepped aside quickly, lips quirking downwards as the woman who had yelled at her bumped into her anyway, rolling a gurney with a bleeding patient as she passed.

A bleeding pregnant patient.

Addison knew it wasn't her case – her case had been here for a month or two already, and she was only (she was using that word lightly) needed to assist the current OB/GYN in the operation. She headed for the elevators and as she waited, she looked around and sighed.

She didn't miss New York, not anymore, but it was good to be back.

Number Two

"What the hell?"

Again, Addison found herself getting yelled at.

They must've really not liked her in New York anymore.

She had just gotten off her shift and had been backing out of her parking spot, when some woman had driven by – and of course, Addison had crashed right into her. Thankfully it wasn't anything serious, but the lady was more than a little pissed. Frankly, Addison thought she was a little too pissed off, but she wasn't about to say that out loud.

"Look," Addison sighed, placing her hands on her hips. "I'm sorry. I didn't see you-"

She was interrupted by the woman's pager going off.

So she worked at the hospital too?

She watched as the woman looked down at her pager and then muttered angrily under her breath (something about trying to get some sleep on her couch before getting called back again?).

"Look," it was now the other woman's turn to speak. She still looked upset. "I have to go. It's an emergency. But here's my number-"

The woman started to go to her car, perhaps to write her number down, when this time, Addison's pager went off.

Addison glanced down, and cursed inwardly.

"I have to go too."

And somehow, they both found themselves laughing.

Number Three

The next evening they met again.

They entered the bar at the same time, traded half-smiles, and tried to play down the awkwardness.

Regardless, they sat next to each other.

"So," Addison began, taking a sip of her tequila. "You're a doctor."

"I'm Regina," the other woman introduced herself, tilting her head to look at Addison.

"I'm Addison."

"Well, nice to meet you, Addison."

Addison smiled back.

She knew where this would end up, she did. But somehow she didn't mind.