a/n: yay, another chapter! thanks for the amazing reviews for the last chapter! and i'm sorry if i came off as a self-centered spoiled brat in my last rant, i just felt like talking. and when i feel like talking i start saying random things and babbling and anyways, i don't really care about negative opinions. but i do love positive ones!

the stupid plot bunnies are starting to form another story for me to write. i'm going to try to restrain myself until i finish this fic or wreaking havoc, but they are attacking and they are attacking HARD. so keep an eye out for anything by me and then read it and remind me to write this or wreaking havoc.

speaking of wreaking havoc, i actually updated! but i'm kind of getting sick of writing it, so i'm going to try to wrap it up pretty soon, because i don't write well when i'm bored. anyways, go ahead and read.

disclaimer: i thought i made it perfectly clear that i don't own grey's anatomy.


"So that sucks, about Ian, I mean," Christina said as the remainder of the group walked into the hotel and into an elevator.

"It's sad," Izzie commented.

"I'm surprised it still bothers her," George put in.

"I'm not. Addison may be able to distance herself from her patients but she lets everything in her life affect her. Plus, she still has the perspective she had when she was fifteen, that it was her fault, and no one's probably said anything to change it until now," Callie explained.

"I was just trying to make Izzie feel better," Derek mumbled. Not that anyone paid any attention to him. Everyone was pointedly ignoring him now that Meredith had chosen Addison's side. All the interns were loyal to her and would choose any side she was on and their attending/ resident partners would choose their side. So now the tables were turned from the first time Addison first came to Seattle. Instead of them hating her for Meredith, they hated him for both Meredith and Addison. He supposed he deserved it this time.

"I'm tired," Izzie announced as they reached the floor everyone was staying on and everyone filed off the elevator. "Goodnight," she said to Mark, gave him a kiss and walked away.

"I'm going to bed," Christina said and followed her.

"Good idea," Preston agreed, "Callie, you coming?"

"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow, George." She gave her husband a quick kiss and walked away. George quickly followed suit and walked off too, leaving Derek and Mark.

"Are you coming?" Mark asked warily when everyone had left.

Derek nodded. Mark started to smile. No yelling, that was a good sign. The duo walked to their room. "I know that you didn't mean to hurt her," Mark said as he opened the door. "It was just a mistake."

"You're right, I didn't."

"The thing is you need to watch what you say. A lot of things come out of your mouth that make you look like a jackass."

"A lot of things come out of your mouth too. They make you a total ass," Derek pointed out.

"Yeah, but for me, it's expected, it's just Mark. People let what you say slide because you're Derek Shepherd, McDreamy, I believe is what they're calling you."

Derek laughed, "Better than McSteamy."

Mark laughed too, "McDreamy is so much worse than McSteamy."

"It is not."

"Yes it is." He regarded Derek seriously, "Anyways, what I was trying to say, before I was interrupted that is, was that if what Meredith says comes true, that we end up choosing sides, then I'll choose yours, no matter who's side Izzie chooses. She'll probably choose Addison's because Meredith is siding with her and now she has no obligation to you, but whatever. If it comes to sides, I'll be on yours."

Derek narrowed his eyes, "Why?"

"Because you were my best friend for my entire life. Because even if you hate me, I still think of you like a brother. An annoying, pretentious brother with way too perfect hair, but a brother nonetheless."

Derek nodded. "Okay, Mark. Thanks."

Mark shrugged. "What are friends for? We are friends now aren't we? Knowing Addison and Meredith, you're going to need all the friends you can get."

"I'm probably going to regret this," Derek sighed, "But, okay, we're friends."

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"I suppose since Meredith chose Satan's side, we're going to have to side with her too," Christina said as she got ready for bed.

"I'd side with Addison anyways. Shepherd's a jerk," Izzie replied from the sink where she was brushing her teeth. "And he spends way too much time on his hair. Hair is not that naturally good looking."

"A very good point," Christina agreed.

"She's better off without him. I mean, she did the right thing. Right?"

"Right. She finally grew a spine and stood up to the bastard."

"Right. Shepherd's a McAss."

"Yeah."

"He does make her happy though."

"Yeah, but he's also always the reason for her alcoholic binges."

"She did the right thing," Izzie said.

"She did the right thing," Christina affirmed.

"Hey, Christina? If we're going to be on her side, you probably need to stop calling Dr. Montgomery 'Satan'."

"You're right. Damn."

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"Shepherd's a jerk," Callie announced when she and Burke got back to their own room.

"I'm staying out of it."

"Probably a good idea, but Addison's my friend and Shepherd deserves whatever she can throw at him after the way he treated her when she came to Seattle."

"As true as that may be, I'm staying out of it."

"Christina won't let you, you know that, right?" Somewhere along the line, she had managed to get him to open up about Christina and their relationship, if only a little.

"No, I imagine she won't. But I'm still staying out of it."

"Whatever you say, Preston, whatever you say."

Burke laughed, "I'm staying out of it. And now I'm going to bed. Goodnight Callie."

"Night."

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George sat alone in his room, assuming that Alex was either still looking for Dr. Montgomery or he'd already found her and they were on their way back or in her room. Whatever, he didn't really care. He and Alex weren't that close, he was really only friends with him because Izzie was.

He was glad that Meredith seemed to be through with Derek, at least for now. Derek, although McDreamy apparently, could be an asshole. He hurt Meredith many times and now he was paying. It was only karma.

But that all meant that he had to side with Dr. Montgomery now. Especially since Callie would side with her. Personally, Dr. Montgomery scared him immensely. She was a little unpredictable and would go off on him on the strangest things. It frightened him when he was really doing nothing wrong and she'd start screaming at him. And then when he did screw up she would just quietly fix his mistake.

He would side with her, of course. Meredith was siding with her, Izzie was siding with her, Callie was siding with her, and Christina was siding with her, of course he was siding with her. There was no way he was going up against the four of them plus Dr. Montgomery, aka Satan. He almost felt sorry for Derek; he was going to have the five of them on his ass. But you burned the ex-She-Shepherd and she burned you back. Worse. And he had given her third-degree burns. And not only did he have the She-Shepherd on his ass, he had the other four most terrifying women in the hospital on him too. He was in for one excruciating experience.

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Addison woke up with a heavy feeling in her stomach. No, wait, make that on her stomach. There was an arm lying across her stomach, making it slightly hard to breathe. She started to panic as she struggled to remember what the hell had gone on last night; it always took her a moment. She was fully clothed, that was a good sign. And then the memories hit her. Derek bringing up Ian, her flipping out and running out of the restaurant, Alex finding her and bringing her back here. She smiled. She had the sweetest boyfriend in the world and that was his arm crushing her lungs, which made it okay. This was what she had been dreaming about the night before. Them waking up together on purpose. She struggled to turn over, but Alex just held her tighter, as a five year old might hold a teddy bear. She managed to get up and out of his grasp. With a playful smile, she started to bounce up and down on the bed. "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" she exclaimed in her best little girl voice. "Up, up, up!" she continued, pulling back the covers.

"Addison…" Alex groaned, covering his head with his pillow.

"Please?"

"What do you want?" He fixed her with a playful glare.

She looked innocently back at him, "I'm hungry."

"Then go downstairs and eat something. And let me sleep."

"But I wanted to eat breakfast with you. Is that so wrong?" she asked, sounding angry and looking anything but. Then she changed tactics and switched to her sad face, "Don't you love me anymore?"

She looked so falsely miserable that Alex had to laugh and play along, "Of course I still love you. But you really need to work on your acting."

He was amazed at how quickly the word love had found its way into their conversation. Then again, nearly everything was amazing to him now that he had her.

"Morning!" Meredith chirped as she walked in the room carrying a tray of coffee cups and with Christina and Izzie, who were each carrying a cup, in tow.

"Okay, just so you know, I got out of bed before nine for this. Just thought you should know."

"Christina doesn't get out of bed on vacation until at least ten," Izzie explained. Addison just stared at them, confused.

"We thought you needed a friend. You looked like you needed a friend last night. So we figured you could use a couple friends. Here," Meredith explained and handed her a cup.

"I have friends…" Addison protested as she sniffed at the cup, "Is this hot chocolate?"

"Good juju." Meredith shrugged.

"If I remember correctly, the last time I gave you juju it ended up in the trash."

"How did you-"

Addison smiled sweetly, "As Satan, I have my ways."

"Okay, that's a little freaky," Christina said, "Does anyone else think that's freaky?"

"Dude, it's Addison your talking about," Alex spoke for the first time.

"Okay, maybe not so freaky."

"Shut up and drink your juju," Meredith ordered. "Here, Alex." She handed him a cup.

"Mmm…" Izzie hummed, "I haven't had hot chocolate in forever."

Addison looked around, not sure whether she was going to burst out laughing or crying. These interns were really close and fiercely loyal. And for some unknown reason they were welcoming her into their little circle. It was probably a good thing; she needed more friends in Seattle.

"What's all this for, anyways?" she asked when she was nearly done with her hot chocolate.

"Meredith finally grew a spine and stood up to McDreamy last night," Christina answered gleefully.

"I had a spine!" Meredith protested.

"Maybe in the physical sense," Christina snorted.

"You were pretty spineless," Izzie agreed.

"Was I this mean to you when you broke up with Alex?" Meredith pouted before realizing that it might be a sore topic for three of the five people in the room. It grew quiet as the effect settled over the room.

"So, anyways, I promised Mark I'd meet him for breakfast," Izzie finally said, getting up off the bed.

"And I have to go wake up Burke. If I'm going to be up this early, he is too," Christina excused herself.

"I'm, um, going to go shower," Meredith stammered, grabbing her clothes and taking shelter in the bathroom.

"Do you want me to go?" Alex asked when they were alone.

"No," she replied, crawling across the bed to sit in his lap and bury her face in his collarbone.

"Okay." He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on hers. They stayed like that for awhile until he announced that he was hungry.

"Men," scoffed Addison. "Always hungry."

"It's ten and we haven't eaten anything. Don't tell me that you're not hungry."

"Famished, actually."

"Then less talking, more getting dressed," he ordered. She stood over her suitcase, trying to decide what to wear, "You're not defusing a bomb, woman, just choose something."

"It's hard," she whined.

"Jeans and a T-shirt. We're just going downstairs for breakfast, it's not the Oscars."

"But which one?"

Alex looked down at the array of T-shirts, "This one," he picked, choosing a deep purple one with a faded picture of Tinkerbell on it. "You look hot in purple."

"Okay. Go change. I'm not going to breakfast with you looking like that. I'll meet you at your room." She gestured to him in his rumpled outfit from the night before.

"Fine," he complied and kissed her, "I'll be waiting. And if you're not there in ten minutes, I'm coming and dragging you out by your hair."

"That's not nice. Go!" she exclaimed, giving him a quick peck and shoving him out the door.


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