Here is chapter 2 of 3. This one is from Alex's POV. And I don't really have much of an AN for this chapter. So I hope you enjoy it, it was kinda fun to write.
P.S. Although it should go without saying now, I do not own Grey's Anatomy or Need You Now. But I am pretty much required to tell you so that I don't have problems with copyright infringement or anything.
P.P.S. Please review when you get done reading this chapter. Let me know what you think. Just don't be uber harsh :)
Need You Now
Chapter Two:
Another shot of whiskey, can't stop lookin' at the door
Wishin' you'd come sweeping in the way you did before
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind
For me it happens all the time
Alex Karev sat at a table in Joe's bar with the other four of Bailey's interns: Meredith Grey, Christina Yang, Izzie Stevens and George O'Malley. He figured they were better than the people he usually sat with at the bar, since he was kind of friends with them and all. Izzie had just gotten back to the table with a round of drinks. Alex quickly took his shot of whiskey and downed it, setting his glass back on the table. The door to the bar opened and Alex looked up, hoping to see a certain redhead but instead entered three women who already looked to be drunk, "Well, I guess one of them would do if she doesn't show," he thought to himself smiling.
Alex stood up and walked to the bar to order another shot. It was his fifth shot of straight whiskey for the night, and truth be told the effects were beginning to take their toll on him. But Joe poured it for him, giving Alex and understanding nod as he said, "Hey, Alex, this one's on the house."
Alex took the shot back to the table where he could see the door better. He wished that she would show up then downed the shot. He sat the shot glass on the table and stared intently at the door. It opened and Alex smiled until he saw who had entered the bar. Actually he didn't know who the man was, only that it wasn't her and that was all he really cared about. He frowned and turned back to the conversation.
"Alex, are you okay?" Izzie asked. Of course, caring and concerned Izzie would be the one to ask. She's probably the only one who really cared and the only one he couldn't lie to.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?" Alex said, knowing she would see right through his lie, but hoped she wouldn't rat him out.
"You seem…. distant," Meredith stated.
"And you keep looking at the door, like you're hoping some particular person will walk through it," George added.
"And you've downed five shots, and I'm sure you're going to go get another," Christina said, "actually, I'm going to go get it for you, because to be honest I don't care if you're fine or not, I have my own problems."
"Thanks, Christina," Alex said, smiling slightly.
"Okay, but seriously. It must be a woman, so who is she? Do we know her?" Izzie asked.
"Izzie, it's scary how much you already know. Why does it matter if you don't know the details?" Alex said, looking at the door as it opened again. He saw a flash of red hair and smiled then his shoulders dropped when he saw the face. It wasn't her, but this girl was even better than the group of drunk girls that had come in earlier. He shook his head and turned back to Izzie who had witnessed the whole thing.
Izzie shook her head, "Her? Alex, why?" she asked looking at him curiously. Alex had no idea if she had actually figured it out or if she was just trying to get it out of him.
"Never mind, Izzie, it doesn't matter," Alex said.
"Who is it, Izzie?" Meredith asked quietly, hoping that Alex wouldn't hear her.
"It's Doc-" Izzie started.
"Shut up, Izzie," Alex said sternly, "It's none of her business. It's none of your business either, for that matter."
"Here, Evil Spawn," Christina said giving Alex two more shots of whiskey, "I figured I'd save you time."
"Thanks," Alex said taking the shots and downing the first. He silently wished, again, that she would walk through the door. He looked at the door for a few moments and when it didn't open he frowned and looked down at the table. He hoped that if she didn't show up that at least she was thinking about him.
He spent a lot of time thinking about her, so much it scared even him. But he couldn't help it; every time he tried to stop thinking about her he'd remember something that she had said or done when he was around and then he was thinking about her again. He'd pretty much given up trying to quit thinking about her. Besides, there wasn't much to complain about when he thought of her: she is smart, gorgeous, has a great body and the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, and has a wonderful singing voice (he'd heard her singing to the babies in the NICU once but she didn't know he'd heard her). If he complained about seeing that in his mind, then he wouldn't be a man.
He picked up the second shot and downed it, wishing again. He glanced at the door, almost giving up hope that she would show up, when it opened. He sat up a little straighter, getting a look at the woman walking through the door. Addison Montgomery, the red-haired woman he'd been most anxiously waiting for, had just walked through the door. Finally, things were looking up for him.
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