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A/N: Hm... 6 favorites... 21 alerts... 47 reviews... THANK YOU SO MUCH! You broke my record! I'd dedicate this capter to all my faithful readers, but it doesn't contain any Addex interaction, so I'm saving my ultimate thank you for another chapter.
I tried getting things a little funnier and more Grey's-like again. Hopefully, it worked. Sorry about the fact that this is rather fillerish. Enjoy!
Day two in hell. He hadn't slept last night. Not only had the pain killers worn off and he'd been to proud to take new ones, which had – of course – led to severe pain in his hand, but also had he laid awake contemplating just what exactly he was going to do.
Sure, he could go back to Seattle today, as he'd planned, but without full function of his hand, he couldn't even do charts, so that wouldn't make that much sense. But if he stayed here longer, he'd have to deal with Addison. And angry Addison? So not what he needed right now. Sure, it was disturbingly hot, but knowing she was angry, because he'd actually caused her pain... So not his favorite thing in the world.
Also, Melody. He wasn't exactly sure where they stood. He did suppose it was somewhere along the line of friends, but he didn't know. She was mad at him, too. For other reasons than one who didn't know her would expect her to, but she was mad. Why she kept insisting he needed to "realize he was a good guy", he had no clue. He wasn't. He'd made that unmistakably clear, hadn't he? Every time he tried to be one, he'd screwed up again. Then it took him a while before he could try again and when he did, he screwed up again. And again. And again. It was a never ending story. One could call it a vicious cycle.
He'd almost been proud of himself when he'd told Addison he wasn't interested. Back then, he'd figured it was better for her, if she thought he wasn't interested, so she wouldn't be let down if he tried and failed once more. Hell, he still thought rejection was better than whatever he could do if he tried. Not that she had ever really wanted him.
He'd learned his lesson with Izzie. He'd done his best with Izzie and still, he'd screwed up. She'd been hurt. He'd watched her cry. Not something he ever wanted to experience again. And after the false hope before Denny-... Well, he was glad he had somehow managed to become her friend. He liked her as a friend. But even though he really did not have any deeper feelings for her left (other than true pity about her crappy choice of falling for a weak little coward like O'Malley), every time he looked at her, he knew he'd screwed up. Because she'd been another woman he could have possibly loved eventually.
Talking about Izzie, she'd called him in the middle of the night. Since he'd been awake anyway, he'd answered the phone immediately.
"How come I heard from Meredith you slept with Addison? I thought we were friends?"
"What? What does Meredith know about that?"
"So it's true! I can't believe this! Why the hell didn't you just tell me?"
"It's not a big deal, Iz."
"You slept with the Ex-She-Shepherd! Satan! That woman tortured the crap out of you! Does that ring a bell? Of course it's a big deal! And you decided to go neonatal all of the sudden! That should have tipped me off, shouldn't it?"
"I like neonatal, that's not because of Addison."
"Ooh, so she's 'Addison' now? And where the hell are you? Meredith said Addison yelled at you on the phone and the next minute you were gone."
"I'm in LA. And you called her 'Addison', too."
"What are you doing in LA? Weird timing for a vacation."
"It's none of your business. Why are you calling me in the middle of the night anyway?"
"Oh god! You're with her, aren't you? This thing with Addison was serious, wasn't it?"
"What makes you think that?"
"You've been a mess ever since she left and no, I am not buying the Jane Doe story. Plus, you've both been acting weird on occasion. Always at the same time!"
"Geez, Iz, you of all people should know I sleep around! It wasn't a big deal!"
"I am so not buying that! And what's up with the whole married thing?"
"WHAT? Uh-... What are you-... What do you mean by that?"
"Meredith said George told her that Addison had called Callie and he had picked up the phone and she'd yelled you were married. What was that supposed to mean? I mean, you're not married, are you?
"..."
"Alex?"
"Fine, I am. And before you start yelling, we're separated."
"Oh god..."
"Iz-..."
"How could you forget to fill me in on that little detail when we were dating?"
"I'm sorry."
"Seriously? That's all you have to say? You're sorry?"
"Izzie-..."
"Seriously? Seriously!"
And with that, she'd hung up, making Alex feel worse than before he'd picked up the call. Melody could say all he wanted. He was a screw-up. That wouldn't ever change, no matter how hard he tried.
When morning had come, his choice was made. He needed to find out where he and his wife stood. He had to figure things out.
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Addison hadn't slept either. Partly, because she'd been to upset and angry to sleep, and partly, because Callie had called her around two am. She'd taken a quick look at the caller ID (again, ridiculously hoping it'd be her jackass), then snapped open her phone.
"Callie?"
"So, George told me your mancandy's married."
"Nice to hear from you, too."
"I'm kinda mad at you, seeing as you decided to move to god-knows-where without telling me, but I figured you needed the moral support. How come you never tried to reach me?"
"I did, once, and now the whole hospital knows I slept with the help! At least I assume they know."
"They do. My husband has gossipy friends."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?"
"So it's true. Karev's married."
"Yes. Not that that matters. He's a jackass. I am upset about him never telling me, though."
"You sure sound pissed. Is he with you?"
"He's not with me. He's married. I dare say he's with his wife right now. If he's not at a bar, taking some girl home. Since he is 'going after everything in a skirt and dumping them as soon as he got what he wanted' and all."
"He said that to you? Wow, now I get why you're pissed."
"He's just so infuriating! I mean, there he is, one second, almost kissing me, and the next second he says something like that!"
"Woah, you almost kissed?"
"Urgh, not on purpose."
"Nice."
"No, not nice! I hate him! I thought he was a good guy, hell, Callie, you know I considered him possibly the guy to spend the rest of my life with, and then he turns out to be a married bastard!"
"Yeah, that must suck."
"It does. I mean, hello? First he says the sweetest things in the history of the world, and then he's acting like he doesn't give a crap! He – in fact - doesn't give a crap!"
"Okay, you're freaking out. When is he coming back?"
"I don't care. Soon. Like, tomorrow. Today, considering that it's two am."
"Oh, yeah. The time thing. Sorry 'bout that."
"Whatever, I was awake anyway."
And for the rest of the night, Addison had told Callie just how much she hated Alex Karev. Which was clearly bad, since it meant she hadn't slept at all. And now she was tired. And she looked like it, a fact that she didn't appreciate at all. And she was pissed. And just what exactly was that jackass doing at the front door of her working place?
