Love Squared

A Grey's Anatomy fic by Gigi

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 2: False Impressions

A/N: So it's been a while since I last posted. Sorry about that! I've had a super busy summer, and so updating anything has been a little bit of a challenge. But I'm still at work and I still have nothing to do, so here you go. I hope you like it!

Dude. I'm pissed at Starbucks. I asked for a Grande Iced Coffee with Nonfat Milk and Sweetener. What did I get? A Grande Iced Coffee with SO MUCH Nonfat Milk that it looks like some odd milkshake and NO sweetener. Not cool.

Addison and Derek went to work together for once, in the same car at the same time. Derek surprised Addison after her first surgery of the day by being there as soon as it was over and holding two cups of coffee in his hand.

The redhead smiled and reached for the coffee cup. "Aw, that's so sweet," she declared, but Derek moved the cups away from her outstretched hand.

"I'm afraid I'm not so sweet," he smirked. Addison raised an eyebrow at him, obviously jones-ing for coffee at the time. "I need something first." He leaned his head a little closer to her, hoping his wife would get the message.

"Of course," Addison granted, leaning in for a kiss. While he was distracted, she snatched a cup out of his hands and started walking to the nurses' station. "Ha!" she teased as she walked past him.

Derek grabbed her by the waist with his now free hand and pulled her in for an actual kiss, a deep kiss. "Good morning," he greeted after he pulled away, leaving her slightly out of breath.

Addison had to grab onto his bicep to stay steady. That was one hell of a kiss! "Morning," she answered breathily. She covered her small smile by taking a sip of the coffee he brought her while she looked over the rim at him. "Boy," she started, "this is a good day."

"I'd say so." Derek was smiling like a lovesick idiot. "I came to work with an amazingly hot woman, and I get to go home with her, too, if you know what I mean." Addison giggled at his slightly frat-boy phrasing. "The rest of the day could suck and I'd still call it a good day."

Addison started laughing when her eye caught the time. "Uh, Derek? You have a surgery in five minutes." Her husband's head whipped around to look at the clock hanging over the OR board.

"Shit!" he exclaimed, turning back to face Addison. "Okay, this coffee date was a dud. How about after I get out of surgery, we go get some lunch?" Addison's eyes lit up as she nodded vigorously. How long had it been since they had had a lunch date? "Okay, kiss." The redhead acquiesced to his request this time, softly and sweetly placing her lips on his. "Bye."

"Bye," she replied. As Addison watched him go, she couldn't help but muse over the sudden turnaround in their relationship. He was the Derek she fell in love with again, the Derek who constantly flirted with her, the Derek who always smiled when he saw her, the Derek who had trouble paying attention to anything but her, especially when it involved being on time.

Smiling to herself, she made her way to the nurses station to fill out her patient's chart when she heard Bailey's interns gossiping around the corner. They were in plain sight and earshot of Addison, but they didn't seem to notice she was there, so she just kept looking at the chart and started to listen in.

"So I saw Derek last night," Meredith Grey said. Addison's head almost snapped up when she heard her say those words.

"What? Why?" Izzie Stevens asked. Addison leaned in a little further so she could hear them better.

"I was at Finn's, and we'd just had a great date," Meredith started. "I helped him birth a horse, and while, yes, it sounds gross, it was amazing. I was all disgusting when we got back to his place so he let me shower and borrow some of his clothes. Then Derek shows up holding Doc, saying he was sick again. I'm pretty sure he thought I slept with Finn, because he acted really weird toward me."

Addison's heart fell. So the sex last night was just some twisted sort of revenge on Meredith Grey? He'd just wanted to have hot sex because he thought she'd had hot sex with someone else?

"Well, apparently, he's over it already," Christina Yang, Meredith's intimidating and ambitious best friend, declared.

"What do you mean?" Izzie asked again. Apparently, all she could contribute to the conversation were questions.

"McDreamy and McHot were McNauseating when she got out of surgery," Christina answered. Addison laughed inwardly. So she was McHot, huh? She could work with that. "He brought her coffee, and they started kissing like teenagers. It made me want to hurl something at them just so I wouldn't hurl." Addison grinned at that, taking satisfaction in the fact that Meredith was hearing about how she and Derek were happy this morning. Not that she was competing with her or anything. Of course not!

"That was fast," Karev mumbled.

"What was?" Christina pushed, wanting more gossip.

"Yesterday, the She-Shepherd was all cranky, and I'm pretty sure it was because she and Shepherd couldn't have good sex." Addison's head did whip up at that, but none of the interns noticed. Alex had no right eavesdropping on her conversation with Callie! Oh, he's gonna have hell today, she thought quietly to herself.

"So you're saying they had good sex last night?" George O'Malley chimed in, surprising Addison. He never struck her as a gossip.

"I'm saying that Yang wouldn't have seen them so cozy with each other if they hadn't," Alex explained. He looked up and the blood drained out of his face when he saw who was at the Nurses' Station. "Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd," he announced, signaling the cessation of any conversation they may or may not have been having at that moment. "How are you doing today?"

Addison smiled wickedly and decided to play with his head a little bit. "Just fine, thank you," she replied cordially. "So who were you talking about just now?"

"What do you mean?" Alex said after realizing none of the other interns wanted in on this discussion. They'd pay for that later.

"I heard you mention something about Yang seeing some people particularly cozy today," Addison answered easily, closing the chart and turning to them. She giggled to herself when she realized she'd picked up on her husband's habit of leaning against things.

Relief showed on each of the five interns' faces. They thought she didn't know who they were talking about. Oh, this was going to be fun. Alex scrambled to make up a fake couple. "Uh, the psych intern and the peds intern. Apparently, they were cute enough to make Yang want to vomit." Christina elbowed Alex in the ribs at that last part, making him grunt and glare at the Korean woman.

Nodding her head with a fake fascinated expression on her face, she spoke slowly, "Interesting. Now, is there any reason you guys are gossiping about others' romantic lives when there's a full pit downstairs?" The interns collectively jumped and started to make their way to the elevators. "That's what I thought." Alex tried to sneak off with the other four. "Karev, not so fast," she called out, stopping him in his tracks. "Don't forget, you're on my service."

Alex plastered on a smile before turning around to face his new boss. "Of course, how could I forget?" he asked sarcastically.

The fun had passed. Addison's smile slid off her face and a slightly disapproving look took its place. "Good. Follow me," she ordered. She grabbed the chart she had pretended to read and started walking past her intern, but when she passed his ear she whispered threateningly, "Gossip about my sex life again and you'll never leave my service."

Alex's eyes widened in surprise. She had heard the whole thing. Trudging after her, the only thing he could do was admire the view from behind. He had a feeling he would be doing that for a very long time. Only one thought ran through his mind now:

I'm screwed.

8D

Derek had a table all to himself in the cafeteria. He'd gotten the best table—the one right in the middle of the food court. A tray with chicken breast and pesto pasta and a coke sat in front of him, and a tray with Caesar salad with grilled chicken and green tea sat beside it. Casting his gaze around the atrium, he finally saw his wife strutting in on her impossibly high heels like the hallway was a catwalk.

"Hello," she greeted, bending to peck him on the lips before sitting down in front of the tray with the salad. "Oh, this looks yummy!" She inspected it closer, looking at her husband suspiciously. "This doesn't look like hospital food."

"That's because it's not," Derek confirmed. "I went to the sandwich shop across the street and got our lunch." Smiling, he wiped off a bit of Caesar dressing that had already managed to land itself on Addison's cheek.

"Then what's with the trays?"

"Wanted to see if I could fool you." Addison rolled her eyes and took another bite of her salad. "So how was your day?"

Addison stopped looking happy at her husband's thoughtfulness and started looking annoyed. "Spent with immature interns who talk too much."

"Really?" Derek cut into his chicken breast. "I couldn't even find mine. Dr. Stevens was supposed to be my intern for the day."

"That's because I sent them down to the pit," Addison confessed.

"What? Why?"

"Because they were gossiping about our sex lives, Derek, yours and mine," Addison explained, hoping to see alarm or indignation in those strikingly blue eyes, but instead she saw a hint of satisfaction. "They insinuated that the only reason we're getting along so well is to get back at Meredith for having hot sex last night with Dr. Dandridge, which she didn't."

Derek's eyes widened, and this time they really were filled with shock. "They thought you and I had sex to get revenge?"

Now Addison was genuinely confused. When she saw that satisfaction, that smugness in Derek's eyes, wasn't it because he knew Meredith would be hearing about it? "Um, yeah," she responded. "We didn't, right?"

Derek grabbed her hand and held it tightly. "Of course, we didn't," he affirmed gently. "I'll admit that I did get a little jealous when I saw Meredith come down the vet's stairs, but it was only because we were having a difficult time having sex, not because it was Meredith." He tilted his head and saw the worry coming through in his wife's eyes. "You were actually concerned, weren't you?"

Sniffing, Addison nodded. "I brought up that they were talking about our sex lives, and you were happy. I could tell," she said.

"Of course, I was happy. I would much rather have them gossiping about you and me having great sex than them talking about you and me fighting or calling you Satan." Guilt was written all over the neurosurgeon's face. "Although, that last part wouldn't be an issue if I hadn't been so stupid."

"Really?" Addison asked, looking hopeful.

"Really." Derek scooted his chair closer to Addison's and enveloped her in a tight hug. "I love you," he murmured in her ear, "not Meredith."

"That's the first time you've said that since I came," Addison declared, pulling back from the hug with a huge smile on her face and a tear running down her cheek.

Derek softly wiped off the tear. "And I plan on saying it a whole lot more, so get used to it." Addison laughed such a carefree, beautiful laugh that she had Derek smiling and laughing himself.

8D

Alex walked past the married attendings and dropped his tray on the interns' table. "I get what you meant about the McNauseating couple," he told Christina, nodding his head toward the center of the cafeteria.

"Aw, jealous?" Christina teased.

A little too emphatically, Alex shook his head and quickly denied it. "Of McDreamy? No way in hell would I be jealous that he got Satan."

"You have to admit," Izzie started, "you two would fit together."

"What? How?" Alex hated it when they started to gang up on him.

"Satan and Evil Spawn," Christina finished for Izzie, laughing. "Barbie's right. That's a perfect match!" Alex threw a fry at her.

A/N: Okay, be proud of me. I wrote 2,101 words. It doesn't matter that over half of those words I wrote at work, because I wrote it a lot quicker at work due to the fact that I broke down and brought my laptop to work, eliminating the need to type up a chapter on my phone and email it to myself. I just hope I don't get yelled at for bringing my laptop to work. I shouldn't, though, but I might if anybody sees that I'm not working on my college application essays, which is what I plan to say if anybody asks me why I brought my laptop to work. Okay, I'm rambling now. Feel free to stop my rambling at any time by REVIEWING. Thank you!