[Day 3]

"Wake up, Jo," she could hear someone whisper close to her ear and felt the pleasant weight of Alex's hand through the thick blanket. She rustled slightly and groaned. Her neck was stiff from sleeping on the couch and after the initial moment of drowsiness and oblivion, she felt her insides go back to the irritation and anger from the night before. She shot up into a sitting position, meeting a deeply apologetic and slightly awkward look on Alex's face. "It's close to 5, your alarm went off a while ago," he told her, quietly, holding her gaze, though. Jo shoved his hand and the covers off her and got up, walking towards the stairways.

"May I use the bedroom now or is it still occupied?" Jo glanced back at Alex in a mockingly interested voice, even though every fiber of her being screamed rage. Alex sighed, rubbing his face.

"She fell asleep a while ago," he told her, looking at her soberly. Jo actually stopped mid-step and turned around, looking at him in disbelief.

"In my bed? She's asleep in my freaking bed?" she hissed at him, thinking she had heard wrong. Alex just nodded. Jo laughed humorlessly, not knowing what was happening. "You have to be fucking kidding me, Alex," she said, before stomping up the stairs and walking inside her bedroom, not even trying to be considerate about people sleeping besides her and getting dressed for the day, washing and putting on make-up. When she packed up her stuff, she could hear Meredith groan.

"Could you be a little more quiet, please," she heard her superior mumble, covering her head with a cushion. Jo's eyes were bulging. She dearly hoped that Meredith Grey would at least be embarrassed about this. Even though she doubted it. She got all her stuff and walked downstairs, passing by Alex without a word, going off to work.

When she walked into the house at night, she knew Alex had arrived earlier and made her way up to the bedroom. When she walked in, she raised her eyebrows at the scene.

"You're here already," Alex looked surprised also, pulling a cover over one of their pillows.

"What are you doing?" Jo asked him, shaking her head in confusion.

"I changed the sheets," he just said, looking uncomfortable.

"Why?" she asked him back with a shrug.

"I thought you might be uncomfortable sleeping in here keeping in mind that a drunken Meredith has been sleeping here the last couple of nights," he mumbled, a blush rising in his cheeks.

"I sleep in on-call rooms all the time," Jo pointed out.

"Yeah, but this is different. This is your bed… it's weird if someone else sleeps in here….at least that's what I thought," he seemed to falter underneath Jo's gaze.

"Oh, I actually didn't know it was still my bed. That kind of calms me a bit," Jo rolled her eyes and dropped her stuff. Alex put down the pillow he had just changed and walked over, embracing her from behind.

"I'm sorry, Jo," he whispered into her neck, kissing her, holding onto her tightly.

"Yeah, you should be," she told him in a sharp voice, hugging him back, letting her head fall back onto his frame. They stood there for a little while, before she spoke up again. "I hope this is over now," Jo remarked, and she could feel him smile against her skin.

"I hope so, too," he said.

"What do you mean? You hope so, too…? Didn't you tell her off?"

"I did. But I did that before last night as well," Alex tried for her to turn within his arms. She did, but stared at him angrily. They held the gaze for a while before Jo sighed and shook her head, looking at the ceiling.

"Does that woman have any kind of boundaries?"

"Nope," Alex said, trying to make her smile. When she looked back at him, her lips tugged up the tiniest bit.

"I'm just so tired, and I really, really would love to just spend the night in my bed, with you, and nobody else," she told him, making him nod and cup her face.

"You will," he said, kissing her softly. "We will." They got into bed a while later and fell asleep, both exhausted, wrapped up in an intimate embrace. Jo woke up to Alex rustling in his sleep lightly. When she scrunched up her face, she realized, he wasn't sleeping, he was awake.

"What's going on?" she asked him drowsily, before seeing his face and turning her head to spot a by now very familiar face in her bedroom. "Jesus, just get lost, will you?" Jo could hear herself hiss at the woman in a dangerous voice. "Get your own bed, and your own guy," she added in a grumble, burying her face into the mattress.

"I'm sorry, Jo," Alex whispered quietly, sounding irritated as well.

"Seriously, Alex, you did not take that freaking key from her?" she barked over at him, questioningly.

"Sorry, Wilson," Jo actually thought she heard Meredith Grey's voice falter and frowned. "I just… I need to talk to Alex some more," she explained. Jo turned around and sat up, looking at her superior with a burning gaze.

"What is it with you having to always talk things out in the middle of the night? Having to do it in someone else's bed, breaking into other people's houses, having to kick other people out while sleeping? If you need a friend, call Alex between sunrise and sunset. Talk to him when I'm not around and trying to sleep. And for God's sake, give me that freaking key," she spat at her.

"Ok," Meredith said, quietly.

"Ok," Jo gave her back, lying back down on her stomach and waiting for her to leave.

"So, can Alex and I talk now?" Meredith asked almost innocently after a moment of silence. Jo was fuming.

"Get the hell out of my bedroom or I swear I will….," Jo tried to calm herself. "Throw a pillow after you," she decided to say even though she knew at the moment she was capable of doing much more than that, and so did Alex. He got up, pushing Meredith out of their bedroom and walked downstairs with her, leaving Jo to lie in bed alone, again, for the third night in a row.