a/n: so first off, i changed my name. you know how sometimes you just need a change? this was one of those times. so yeah, i'm now McPerfect if you couldn't figure that out or were too lazy to look up where it says author. secondly, i have discovered that i can't write a chapter without some addex fluff apparently. it just types itself.

and this is for molly, so those of you who aren't molly can skip ahead if you want. like the names of the elderly couple? i know they're a little out of character, since our people wouldn't act like that, but i named the guy and then i just had to name the woman that. you'll understand what i mean when you read the story.

disclaimer: still don't own. stop asking.

here's the chapter now. sorry, but there's no O'Callie. i can't write them unless they're in a group.


Christina shook her head, "No," she declared.

"Christina," Meredith pleaded, "come on."

"No."

"Whatever, I'm going on. Come on Derek," Meredith said and pulled her boyfriend to the back of the line.

Burke looked at Christina. "Come on, Christina, let's go."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I told you this morning, I don't do singing animals. Which is exactly what this ride is, singing animals. I'm not going."

"Christina. Do this for me. Please?" Burke nearly begged.

"No. I don't do singing animals."

"Christina."

"Are you going to stop bugging me if I do?"

"Yes."

"Fine, let's get this over with," she sighed as she stormed off to catch up with Meredith and Derek.

"Hey, no cutting, lady!" a little kid whined. Christina glared at him and he backed off.

"Christina, that kid was like seven!" Meredith chided her.

"So?"

"So, you didn't have to glare at him! Look, he's almost crying, you scared him that badly."

Christina looked at her, "Meredith, I am going on a ride in a floating log with a bunch of robotic animals singing an annoying, cheerful song that will mostly likely get stuck in everyone's heads. I am not going to care about some poor kid almost crying because I looked at him."

"Are you ever pleasant, Yang?" Derek asked.

"No," Meredith answered for her. "But I put up with her since she's my person and all."

"That's good to know."

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"I think my ears are bleeding," Christina complained. "And I may be blind in one eye."

"It wasn't that bad," Meredith replied.

Christina looked at her unbelievingly, "There were singing animals. Not to mention a giant plunge into a pool of water. It was bad. What have you done with my Meredith? I want my dark and twisty Meredith back."

"It's not really all that bad. It's kind of fun really."

"Oh no, Satan's brainwashed you, hasn't she? Next thing you know you two will be giving each other pedicures and swapping McDreamy stories."

Meredith was quiet.

"It's worse than I thought. You're already gone. I'm sorry Mer, I tried."

"We're not swapping McDreamy stories and giving each other pedicures. Although I do happen to know that he's lying when he claims to hate It's A Small World."

Christina grinned evilly, "You know, this whole friendship with Satan thing definitely has its perks."

"She prefers the Ruler of All That Is Evil, actually. You should try to be friendly with her, you never know what she's got on that boyfriend of yours…"

Christina looked thoughtful, "Maybe I will…"

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Alex smiled, something he had not been able to stop doing since going on Indiana Jones with Addison. He watched as his girlfriend, an important word in Alex 'Mr. Terrified-of-Commitment' Karev's vocabulary, talked to an elderly couple who had asked for a picture. It was apparently their fiftieth anniversary and they were celebrating it in the place they had had their first date. The woman had a pair of Mickey Mouse ears on with a Disneyland T-shirt and looked ecstatic. The man wasn't wearing any Disney memorabilia, but every time his wife smiled, his smile got a little bigger. They looked so in love that Alex hoped he and Addison looked like that on their fiftieth anniversary. I did not just think that, Alex refused to believe, I did not just think about me and Addison in fifty years. What the hell is this woman doing to me? He couldn't answer his own question, but whatever she was doing, he was glad she was.

He walked up behind and put his arms around Addison's waist. He smiled as she leaned back into his embrace and absently played with his fingers.

"How long has it been for you two?" the woman inquired.

"What?" Addison asked.

"How long have you been married? I don't think that couples should go on vacation unless they're married or engaged. It's not decent. It can't have been for more than five years for you two, you're both so young," she skipped back to her previous fascination, "You make a very cute couple. Aren't they a cute couple, Alan?"

"That they are, Greta," her husband answered.

"So how long?" Greta asked.

"Don't mind my wife," Alan interceded, "She's a bit of a busybody."

Greta looked at Addison and Alex so expectantly that Alex had to choke back a laugh as Addison stuttered as she tried to figure out a way to say that they were barely dating without offending the older woman, "Uh, um…"

"Almost a year and a half now," Alex smoothly interrupted. He gave Addison a very pointed look, "Isn't that right, Addi?"

She smiled as she too choked back a laugh, "Two weeks from tomorrow," she improvised. She noticed Greta's eyes scanning her fingers for the rings so she quickly came up with a lie, "Crap! I forgot to put on my rings after I showered this morning," she announced, feeling the spot where her rings would be, as if she missed them.

"She's notorious for that," Alex laughed, "But that's why I love her," he said with a shrug. Shit, did I just say I love her? Alex thought.

Did he really just say that? Did he mean it? Or was it part of the lie? Crap, went Addison's inner monologue. She turned to look at him to see if he would wink or do something, anything, to tell her to just go with it and that he hadn't actually meant it. But he didn't do anything of the sort. He just looked back at her, looking vulnerable and in love. So she laughed, "Yeah, but he's a control freak and really stubborn. And that's why I love him."

Greta made that face, the one that says 'now, isn't that the most adorable thing you've ever heard/seen?' and said, "You have to let us take a picture of you and send it to you!"

"Um, I don't…" Addison protested.

"Chill, Mrs. Karev," Alex whispered into her ear with a smirk as Greta struggled with her camera.

"Don't get too far ahead of yourself," she whispered back, although between the combined efforts of Alex's arms around her and him calling her Mrs. Karev made her legs go so weak that she could barely support herself.

"1…" Greta counted, "2…" Addison smiled and Alex snuck in a quick kiss on her cheek before resting his head on her shoulder. She leaned her head on his and her smile became less forced and more blissful, "3! Say cheese!" Greta exclaimed. "That was adorable! Just let us have your address so we can send it to you."

Addison and Alex looked at each other, silently trying to figure out whose address to put down. They figured that it wasn't the smartest to put the hotel down so Alex stepped forward and wrote down the address of Meredith's house (Somehow they managed to do this all silently. I think this is a testament to how N'sync they are. Minus the bad boy band…).

"Thank you! I'll make sure you get this. Well, Alan and I have reservations at five and we have to get ready and I want to fit in a little more shopping. It was so nice to meet you!"

"You too," Addison replied with a smile.

"Such a nice couple," Greta murmured to her husband, "They're so obviously in love…"

"Where to next, Mrs. Karev?" Alex grinned.

"I'm never going to hear the end of this, am I? Why'd you say we were married anyways?"

"No, you're not. And can you imagine that poor lady's face if we told her we'd had our first date today? I think she would've had a heart attack. And where are we off to next?"

Addison got an evil glint in her eyes, "I don't think I'm going to tell you," she smirked.

"Uh-oh."

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"Are you serious?" Alex looked horrified. They were standing outside of the white castle near the Matterhorn.

"Dead."

"What?"

"You know, dead serious? Come on, Alex, you can't come to Disneyland and not go on it! It'll make me happy," she pleaded, tugging on his hand, "Don't you want to make your temporary wife happy?"

Alex sighed, he was too in love to resist the chance to make her happy, "Fine. But no singing."

"Who says I know the words?" Addison asked, insulted. Alex just looked at her knowingly, "Okay, so maybe I do, but that doesn't mean I'll sing along."

"For some odd reason, I don't believe you. The only way I'm going on is if you swear you won't sing."

Addison sighed heavily and rolled her eyes dramatically, "Fine. I swear I won't sing along."

"Okay," Alex nodded, satisfied.

"Come on! Let's go!" she cried, tugging at him for the billionth time today. He allowed her to pull him along grudgingly.

She was holding his hand over her shoulder and putting her whole weight into pulling him along so he decided to do a little experiment. As they got in line he let go and watched as she flew forward straight into the back of Mark Sloane. He turned around and ginned at her, "I always knew you'd fall for me," he said jokingly, "I just never knew it would be so painful."

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes and then glared at Alex, "It's his fault."

"Ah."

"So how has your guys' day been?" Izzie asked.

"All in all," Alex said, looking at Addison, something that did not go unnoticed by Izzie, "I'd say it's been pretty damn great."

"Alex, you can't cuss here," Addison complained.

"Why not?"

"Because there are three year olds with their parents around whose said parents will get very angry if you teach said three year olds to cuss."

"What are said parents and said three year olds going to do?" Alex asked, teasing her about her way of phrasing her speech.

"Stop being a butt."

"You did not just honestly call me a butt."

"I'm not going to be the one with angry parents chasing me down Main Street with torches."

"That bad, huh?"

She nodded, "That bad. And if it happens to you, don't expect me to help, except when you come crawling back covered in burns," Then she decided that she had had enough of this topic and redirected her attention towards the other couple, "How has your day been so far?"

"It's been good. We only got here about three hours ago though," Mark smirked. Izzie hit him, "Ow! What was that for?"

"I really don't want to discuss my sex life with my boss, if it's all the same to you," she hissed.

"I'm your boss," Mark pointed out.

"Yes, but you are a) my boyfriend and b) not my friend's girlfriend."

"Well, I should hope not," he said in response to b.

"Shut up. Don't be an ass," Izzie commanded. To Addison and Alex's surprise, he listened.

"Wow," Addison remarked, "You've really got him wrapped around your finger."

"Sloane's whipped," Alex added.

"Like you're not?" Mark bit back, "You're worse than I am."

"I am not."

"Alex, just admit it, you're whipped," Izzie looked annoyed.

Addison noticed how uncomfortable this was making her intern so she pointed out that they could get on the ride now. They did, Addison and Alex in one row, Mark and Izzie behind them. As the ride moved and the song started Alex wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into. Mark groaned and covered his ears. Izzie and Addison, however, were smiling. Addison started to hum along.

"What did I say about singing along?" Alex asked in her ear. They were sitting in the middle of the boat and he had his arms around her. She was practically sitting sideways and leaning against him instead of the back of the seat.

"You said I couldn't sing," she said as she turned to face him with a smirk on her face, "You said nothing about humming," she flashed him a triumphant grin and laughed.

"Addison?"

"Uh-huh?"

"I meant what I said back there. I- I love you."

She stopped humming and stared at him in shock. "We've hardly gone on our first date!" she exclaimed, making Alex very, very nervous. "But I, um, love you too."

"Don't scare me like that!" he exclaimed. She just sat there with a smug smile on her face.

"You realize that because you're just chattering away we're going to have to go on the ride again right? And now I love it even more so we're going to have to go on at least another two times before we leave."

"Crap."

Mark and Izzie were watching all this with interest. Izzie was straining to hear, "I knew it!" she exclaimed when she heard the couple's confessions.

"What?" Mark asked.

"Alex just told Dr. Montgomery that he loves her and she said it back!"

Mark blanched a little at that, but quickly returned to normal when he looked at his what he could only call a girlfriend, "That's good. It's all good. She deserves to be happy."

"Yeah, so does he. They both do," Izzie smiled contentedly and leaned into Mark. "We do too."

"That we do," he replied and kissed her.


see molly, i told you you'd get it after you read it.

oh, i discovered one more thing, i'm a review whore. i type quicker when i get lots of reviews!

Lauren