Disclaimer: If I owned Grey's, do you think Addison would be in LA right now? No. You're right. There is no way I own Grey's. I'd like to, though. Shonda keeps messing with my favorite couples, and not in the good way. Denny is dead, Alex mysteriously fell in love with Ava even though he'd had feelings for Addison two episodes before and was getting advice from Ava (his FRIEND) and Addison decided to leave the show, Meredith and Derek-... No offense or anything, but seriously? What is Shonda thinking? And don't even get me started on Gizzie. Even thinking there could be something like Gizzie makes me puke. Anyway, I clearly don't own Grey's. Happy now?

A/N: Hey there! Sorry the update took me so long. I've been working on an Addex AU story called 'Shards of glass' (you can find a teaser if you visit My McBlog -- link in my bio) and my laptop's dead. Really, I'm sorry. Hope there are still readers out there.

Personally, I love that chapter. Enjoy.

"I am avoiding the help.", she mumbled to her self, "And now I'm getting drunk."

A few hours and a lot of Martinis later, she'd done exactly that. Gotten very, very drunk. Not drunk enough to be totally unable to work the other day, but drunk enough to not realize she wouldn't be able to avoid everyone forever. And that Karma sometimes had a weird, strange and disturbing idea of how to kick ass, not to mention the fact that apparently a lot of good things had happened in her life, because right now it kept kicking her ass. Here, at The Emerald City Bar (also plainly called 'Joe's', because Joe, the barkeeper, was a truly nice human being and for some reason everyone knew him), and now, at twelve past eleven in the night (which was actually rather early to be so thoroughly drunk), it decided to torture her by putting the scariest woman in the history of the world (including her, and – after all - she was 'Satan', aka 'Ruler of all that is evil') in said bar and making her, Addison, spot said incredibly intimidating woman and yell:

"Amanda!"

The short African-American woman turned around and sent her a bored and annoyed glare, along with a:

"It's Miranda and don't talk to me, I don't give a damn about you stupid people and your messed up love lives. Find someone who cares."

But Addison – because she was drunk and kind of miserable and thinking it was funny – didn't give up and laughed a joyless laugh.

"Oh, you wanna listen to me, I promise.", she slurred, a wry smile on her lips.

"No, not really."

Haha, the nazi had no clue... Yup, Addison was indeed drunk and didn't care about any of the possible consequences of her actions tonight. What were the consequences anyway? Miranda Bailey wasn't exactly what you could consider a gossip. If she went to the chief, she'd make herself look bad. It really was always one of her interns. Usually interns were so boring, stupid little suck-ups, but Bailey's interns? They were... quite something. Anyway, consequences. Even if the chief found out, he could hardly disapprove more than he had with her ex-husband and his twelve-year-old, could he? He hadn't been able to keep them apart. Not that Alex actually wanted to be with her. If the divorce was over before Richard found out, there wouldn't be anything at all that he could say about it. And the way things looked right now – even through some nice half-clear Martini glasses – that divorce would come soon.

"So you don't care that I married your intern?", Addison grinned stupidly. Yeah. Stupid. That was what she felt like. So incredibly foolish.

There it was. Hah! That seemed to grab Bailey's attention.

"You did what?", the nazi asked annoyed, more to find out whether she'd heard correctly than anything else.

"I married your intern! Alex Karev! My legal name's Addison Montgomery-Karev now! And the ring's stuck, so I can't take it off. I had to tape it with a band-aid all day! Funny! Hah!", Addie exclaimed, making gestures with her hands.

"You married-...", the scary person started, then said, "Wait, wait, wait, how the hell did that happen?"

Addison was about to say something along the lines of 'Hey, I was drunk and he's fucking hot, not to mention perfect! I couldn't help it! Not that I really remember...', but was cut off before she got to do more than open her mouth.

"No, don't. I don't really want to know.", Miranda waved off.

"You know, there's this thing.", Addison mused after Joe had handed her another Martini, which she half-emptied immediately, "It's called laughing. You should try it from time to time. Maybe people would stop calling you a nazi."

It was true. Laughing was a positive thing. Addison could not remember ever having seen the nazi smile, let alone laugh. Which was sad. Just as sad and pathetic as her own behavior right now. The whole hiding thing. And the getting drunk thing. And the not wanting a divorce thing. Hell, that'd be her second divorce in six months! She'd at least had her last husband for twelve years, but Alex? Shortest marriage ever. Closer to twelve hours than anything. Okay, maybe around 22 by now, but it was still a joke, really. She drank the rest of her Martini in one scoop.

"You-...", the nazi started in a more than annoyed voice, then watched Addison swallow the liquid, "...are drunk. And I am walking away now. Home. To my husband. Maybe you should think about getting home to yours. Who I am going to torture tomorrow, by the way.", she added through gritted teeth.

And with that she got up, apparently more than tired of hearing about all the stupid things her stupid interns and her stupid attendings had done again. Because that was what they all were to her. Stupid. Yup, spiritually, Bailey was above everyone.

"Do that, but don't tell him you saw me. I'm avoiding him, you know.", Addison spoke to the small retreating figure, who only sent her a head shake with pursed lips and a glare.

Then the nazi was gone and Addison continued her task of getting as drunk as possible as fast as possible. And Joe, the bartender, didn't mind listening to all her complaints about how perfect her husband was. She got the feeling she'd found a friend. Then again, Joe was everybody's friend. He was a barkeeper. It was what he did. Besides, since Meredith Grey was obviously one of his main customers (from what she'd heard, she was a tequila-addict), he probably hated her on principal, being McExWife and all.

But she did have the feeling he was a nice, friendly person. Maybe it was the many Martinis. Which was a double statement. He liked her, because she was drunk and bought many, many drinks and she thought he liked her, because she'd had many, many drinks and was still ordering. Whatever. Enough with the internal ramblings (she had the feeling it was all the confusingly hot mancandy, especially her own mancandy, around, that made her mind so fussy).

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After having tried to track down his wife for hours, Alex had given up and returned to Joe's. She had definitely been at the hospital, but been gone before he'd gotten to reach her. He'd even considered simply waiting for her in her hotel room, but that could be interpreted as creepy and stalkerish. Stalkerlike. Whatever. He was no creepy stalker guy, he simply wanted a talk with his wife. Which was weird. Having a wife and all, let alone someone as amazing as Addison Montgomery(-Karev). Speaking of which, what on earth was she doing passed out at the bar with approximately five hundred empty Martini-glasses all around her head?

"Dude, whatever happened to her?", he asked Joe, sounding as dumbfounded as he was.

Joe shot him an amused glance.

"Apparently she married you."

For some stupid reason that made Alex smile. Hell, why was he smiling? She'd divorce him as soon as she was sober again. But she had married him. Dude, how weird was that?

"True, but why didn't you stop her?", he asked, sending the barkeeper a reprehending glare, "She passed out with her head on the counter. This is your bar, you know how filthy your counters are."

With that he tried to wake her, shaking her shoulder softly, but all she gave him was a very unladylike grunt and a closed-eyed frown. It made him grin. And wrap his arms around her legs and waist so he could lift her off the chair. Her own arms naturally found a way around his neck. Weird. Yeah. But somehow really good.

"You really care about her, don't you?", Joe, who had obviously observed, asked, almost sounding like he was in awe. Alex Karev. Generally known as the asshole manwhore. Totally whipped. He sure sounded like it when he said:

"Yeah, I think I do."

And gave the bartender a untypical nervous grin before walking out with his wife snuggled closely to his chest.

"Man...", Joe shook his head in disbelief, "You get that this is weird, right?", he shouted after them.

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Addison woke up only to look into warm brown eyes.

"Hello.", she uttered, realizing she'd probably passed out while she was having a Martini fest. Well, she was most certainly more than a little bit intoxicated.

"How come every time I want to have a talk, you're drunk?", Alex asked her, smiling amusedly.

Haha, whatever, she was a happy drunk. Who'd apparently been literally swiped off her feet by a twelve-year-old intern. Pathetic. But yes, she was happily drunk and intended to stay that way. Especially, when Alex Karev was around. Because if that was the case, she ran out of reason anyway. Her brain simply shut off. He might not think so, but he definitely was the kids and barbecue kind of guy. He cared. He actually showed it from time to time. Like back then when he'd said:

"I'd notice. If you went missing. I'd notice."

It'd made her want to melt. Once again. His charm? She simply wasn't immune. She was affected. Clearly. Yeah, he could deny it all he wanted, he was a decent guy. And as long as she was drunk, she could kind of justify her actions around him, because he really did knock the breath right out of her lungs and make it impossible to breathe or to think or to function. Haha, cliché. Back to reality.

"Talk?", she frowned, trying to remember, "Talk about what?"

"You're wearing my ring.", he pointed out.

"Yeah, it's stuck.", Addison whispered like they were conspirators and she had been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to do. Which, technically, came pretty close to the truth. And made her realize where this was heading.

"Oh, you want to talk about this marriage thing...", she exclaimed, "La, la, la, not listening!"

Now he was more than just amused, he was ready to drop her just so he had the opportunity to laugh. Of course, he didn't, but she was damn fun to look at and listen to, for what it was worth, half-yelling, half-not-really-singing-but-kind-of right in his ear. If she ever remembered this, she'd probably be so ashamed she'd want the earth beneath her feet to swallow her.

"Addison-...", he tried again, biting back a chuckle, but she cut him off by a sudden increase of volume:

"La, la, la...", then she thought for a second and uttered:

"You know, I'd very much like to shut my ears with my hands, but I think if I took them off your neck, I'd fall down."

"Okay, then we won't talk about it now.", Alex grinned and shook his head in disbelief. So she couldn't just be incredibly hot and bossy and amazing, she could also be right out fun. Not that that surprised him. That chick definitely couldn't surprise him anymore than he already was. She was the perfect dysfunctional person.

"La, la, la, la, still not listeni-...", realizing he was looking at her pointedly with the crooked smile on his lips (the one she tended to fall head over heels for), she interrupted her rather pathetic behavior, "Oh, you're not saying stuff anymore."

"You're fun when you're drunk, do you know that?", he grinned.

"I'm not 'fun'. I'm hot and gorgeous and irresistible, but I'm not 'fun'."

"Yes, you are.", he stated, still amused.

"I am not!", she insisted.

"It's a compliment, you know.", Alex told her, shaking his head with a chuckle. Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot chuckle... Which made Addie want to jump him. Which was something she tended to do a lot lately. But since she was technically already in his arms and would probably fall down if she made any sudden movements, she told herself to behave.

"Are you saying perfect things again?", she said, tilting her head to look at him in total and utter adoration (which even she found pathetic, but for some stupid reason couldn't help), "Because then I might have to marry you."

"We're already married.", he stated, shaking his head in disbelief. What a weird situation.

"Well, again then.", she decided after a moment of thinking, "You're amazing, have I ever told you that?"

Oh, amazing? Now that might explain the letting him in her bed again. Or not. She didn't look like she was talking about sex. But she couldn't possibly be referring to him as a person, could she? She barely knew him. And what she knew, wasn't all that nice. As far as he'd stereotype himself if he was her, he was a stubborn, rude ass who couldn't follow rules or treat a woman the way she deserved to be treated. It was weird, really, that she hadn't ripped his head off yet, after all the crap he'd pulled.

"I thought you didn't want to talk about it?", Alex asked, still trying to figure out what the hell she was talking about.

"No, I said I didn't want to talk about the marriage thing. But you... You are amazing.", she smiled again and if he didn't knew better (which he technically didn't) he'd think she was falling head over heels for him, judged by the way her face was glowing and her eyes sparkling while saying stuff about him.

"If you think so.", he said, choosing not to correct her and tell her that he was not enough for her, shaking his head.

"It's pathetic, but totally true.", she nodded her head, sighing, "Where are you taking me, by the way?"

Now that. That was an excellent question. She was getting really heavy and he could barely see the Archfield at the end of the street. Why he hadn't just gotten in a cab with her, he didn't know. He'd regret this tomorrow. Definitely.

"Your room.", he answered, "I'd take you to my place, but I figured you might want some clean clothes tomorrow. Especially after the hurry you left in this morning."

She seemed to approve since she shot him another breathtaking smile.

"How considerate of you. You're full of surprises, Karev."

Then she thought about it for a second, frowned in concentration and came to the conclusion:

"Which is my last name now, which is just-..."

Apparently she couldn't seem to find the appropriate word, so Alex suggested the word he'd had in his head for most of the day:

"Weird?"

"Yeah.", Addison nodded. Weird definitely worked.

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It was warm when Addison woke up. Warm and loud and bright enough to make her head feel like it was about to explode. In the brief moment in that she'd actually opened her eyes she'd seen that she'd apparently somehow ended up back in her hotel room. But where did all the noise come from? Oh, yeah, right. That was the many Martinis telling her getting drunk was a bad idea. Not that she didn't already know that.

In fact, she'd known that for a long time and marrying her uninterested intern should definitely have taught her a lesson that lasted a lifetime. Haha, funny. He was so going to divorce her sorry ass the next time got a hold of her...

Why the hell was it so warm in here? Not that it was ever really cold at the Archfield (unless she'd turned on the A/C, which she couldn't remember she had), but usually when she woke up, she felt cold and alone. She didn't feel cold and alone now. As a matter of fact, was that an arm covering hers? A warm male chest lying slightly over her back?

Her eyelids involuntarily fluttered open. After the steadily pulsating pain in her head and the cruel nausea had experienced a rather ugly-feeling climax, her vision slowly became clear and the blurriness subsided. Well, okay, that was most definitely an arm. A nice one at that. Muscular, but not too much, and hands-... Hands that could make her shiver without much of an effort. Not that he didn't put effort into it. But usually the presence of his hands on her skin was enough to make her tingle and tremble all over. Right now one of them had a soft hold on hers. The two rings glistened in the morning light streaming into the room from the vast window in the next room. Without wanting to, Addison sighed in awe.

Slowly the events of last night dripped back into her mind (and made her want to hide under a blanket, because she'd apparently been quite embarrassing). It was weird, definitely. Having been that intoxicated, she hadn't expected to have any memories at all. But she did. Oh yeah, she did. Damn.

'Damn', she thought, 'Damn, does he have to be so perfect? I'm married to the greatest guy I ever met and now he's doing cute things and I'll probably be totally heart-broken once he divorces me.'

First he'd married her for no good reasons, then he'd been trying to have some alone time with her all day (okay, probably to discuss the divorce that'd be inevitable, which was depressing and thus ignored by her drunken brain) and now he was carrying her to her bed. (Their bed, actually. You're house is my house and all that crap. Did it count if it was only a hotel room?) Literally carrying. Carrying carrying. As in her hands wrapped around his neck, his hands holding her firmly, securely, but softly. Close. Her head was resting on his shoulder and she could smell him. Which would have been a huge turn-on (because, hell, he smelled good), if it hadn't been for the fact that she felt so save and comfortable it was surreal (Probably due to all the alcohol. It couldn't have anything to do with Alex. Or so she kept telling herself. Maybe somewhere deep inside of her she did know it was him and only him that made her feel this way. Maybe, who knew?).

She couldn't believe it, but he'd carried her from Joe's down the street to the hotel lobby (where they'd been stared at strangely, which she had happily ignored) up the stairs into her (their) room. She'd kept telling him ridiculous, embarrassing things that she was positive she'd regret in the morning, but eventually gotten sleepy again and finally shut up. Now that he softly let her slide from his arms onto the bed, she couldn't bite back a comment, though.

"Man, must your back be killing you...", she mocked.

"It is.", he gave her a little smile, "You're damn heavy, do you know that?"

"And now he's insulting me.", she muttered to herself, more teasing than serious, then exclaimed:

"I'm as tall as you are, of course I'm heavy!"

"You are a few inches shorter than me without your heels."

The grin he gave her was a rather tired one, which totally softened the mood.

"Thank you. You didn't have to carry me. That's what cabs are for, you know?"

"That says the woman who didn't even know Joe's, Seattle Grace and the Archfield are all in the same street."

"Well, that's what cabs are for, idiot!", she grinned.

"Don't call me an idiot."

"Idiot, idiot, idiot!", she laughed, the thought that she was acting like a ridiculous, embarrassing five-year-old not even crossing her mind.

"I think someone needs to sleep.", Alex grinned. Aww... That was one nice guy. For some stupid reason she didn't want to sleep, because that meant she wouldn't be able to tease him anymore. Or look at him. Or even think about him. Damn, must she be falling hard for that guy...

"You look way more tired than I do.", she stated, pouting fakely.

"Yeah, well, I'll go home, too, and get some well-earned sleep."

Oh, no, no, no, no, no! He couldn't leave! That was no fun. No fun at all. And she wanted fun. Sleeping without him would suck. Waking up without him would suck more. She hated waking up alone. And right now, she was clearly too intoxicated to care about her pride: She wanted him to not leave.

"Stay.", she demanded.

"What?"

"Stay. Right here."

She gestured at the empty spot in the bed right next to where she lay. He hesitated.

"Please. I don't want to wake up alone."

"Okay.", he said hesitantly, unsure of what to do, but incredibly softly.

"I can't sleep in that, though.", Alex said, pointing at his clothes.

"Whatever, take'm off. I don't mind."

She tried holding back a grin at the thought of him stripping right in front of her and – as if he wanted to make her (rather naughty) dreams come true – he turned around to take off shirt and pants so he stood there in his unbelievably sexy black wife beater and trunks (also black). Addison had a hard time focusing on pretending to be tired. Hell, she wasn't tired. Her husband was hot as hell.

"What about you?", he said while turning around, providing her with a new nice view.

"I'm too tired to strip...", she sighed. Yeah, she was a liar. But she wanted to try out the borderlines of this marriage thingy. Surprising her, his facial expression turned even softer and he stepped closer, knelled down and slowly took her shoes off. His fingers brushing her skin almost made her shiver. Alex softly put them down, then his hands went to her skirt. And miraculously, that didn't end with him feeling her up shamelessly and them having really hot sex, but with a damn tender feeling somewhere inside of her, that made the horniness go away, only to be replaced by rather unexpected emotions. Which was probably not good. But when he gave her another little smile (more like a smirk, actually), she assumed he'd seen the relatively dumbfounded look on her face, created by surprise at him and what he was doing and at what she for some stupid reason was feeling. And she made at least the stupid facial expression go away by yanking her top off on her own and handing it to him.

He took her shirt and skirt, and kind of folded them (which he failed miserably at and they weren't supposed to be folded, but to be put on a hook, but it was a sweet gesture anyway) and put them on the table.

She almost had to swallow, because no matter how hard she tried to erase the stupid tender feeling, it wouldn't go away, especially not when he did things like that. Patting the empty space next to her again, Addison gave him a hesitant smile, which he returned. Alex (her husband, argh!) climbed in bed with her (without touching her) and pulled the sheets over both of them. She saw him lean in just the slightest bit, as if wanting to kiss her goodnight, but then deciding against it (probably because he was going to end this marriage and any kind of relationship as soon as she was sober again and he didn't want her to get the wrong impression) and laying back against the fluffy pillows.

"This is most definitely weird.", he stated again, and they both had to laugh. And then he gave her a last, tired grin and shut off the light.

After a few minutes of simply lying there, Addison asked, very quietly:

"Alex?"

No answer. She tried again, a little louder this time, nudging him softly:

"Alex!"

Still no answer. He did give her a grunt when she hit him with more force, but that was it. Apparently he was out cold.

"You idiot!", she exclaimed, giving him a little slap (that unfortunately still didn't wake him up), "You had to go and make me fall in love with you!"

And then she thought she might regret admitting that to herself in the morning. Which made her wait a few seconds, because there was still the tiniest part of a vain hope Alex might wake up and tell her he loved her too, but when he didn't even stir, she muttered:

"Idiot!", again and turned around to face away from him.

Addison Montgomery-Karev fell asleep with a pout on her face. Or was it a smile? Huh? No clue.

Ah, well, yeah. She was screwed. Damn.