a/n: okay, so i have officially become the klutziest person alive. i was doing my chores, vacuuming and cleaning the bathrooms (not all that bad), and let me tell you, i am the least domestic person ever. i don't cook and i only clean when i'm given 30 bucks a week to do so. anyways, i was doing my chores and i was vacuuming and not paying attention and i dropped the vacuum on my toe. then i screamed a couple expletives very loudly (thank god that my parents weren't home) and banged my head against the wall. hard. bad idea. so then i have a practically black toe and a pounding headache. you'd think that god wouldn't hate me all that much but NO i go to get some ice and trip and stub said bruised toe. life hates me.

in other news, i'm a horrible person. i gave in to the plot bunnies and wrote another story called Morphine. it's a oneshot as of now, but i'm thinking about expanding it. it's fairly entertaining and i think that you should read it but then again, i'm kind of biased. but you'll have to find it and read the summary to find out what it's about because i say so.

this was a fun chapter to write, although i'm a little self-concious about putting it up. i hope you find it fun to read.

i feel like i'm writing mark and alex too nice. in fact i know i'm writing them too nice. anyone have any suggestions on how i could make them any more like the asses they are on the show?

disclaimer: not mine. never will be.

Addison knocked on Alex's door exactly seven minutes later. She was wearing exactly what he had told her to, with minimal makeup, only mascara and lipstick. It was all his ridiculous time limit would allow, and she was rather afraid that he would come and drag her out by her hair. Speaking of her hair, it was still a mess, neither straight nor curly, but somewhere in that frizzy limbo. But she couldn't find a hair tie so it was still down. Usually being this dressed down around a guy she had just started to date would make her extremely self-conscious. With Alex it didn't. Then again, they weren't exactly just dating and Alex wasn't just any guy.

The door opened and she was surprised to find a shirtless Alex on the other side. "You're early," he commented.

"Uh-huh," she mumbled, practically drooling at the sight of his bare chest.

"I'm not exactly ready as you can obviously see…" he trailed off, noticing that she wasn't exactly paying attention. "Are you paying attention to a word I'm saying?"

"Not really," she answered bluntly. It wasn't fair for him to be standing there looking that good and not kissing her. And from the looks of it, he was enjoying the fact that she was so ready to throw herself at him immensely and wasn't going to do anything about it. Well, that was fine. That's how he wanted to play it? Two could play at this game and it was a game she was very good at playing. She always won games like this, the game of who chases who. She shook off the hormones; she needed to be fully alert and functioning to be at the top of her game. "Are you going to let me come in, or do I have to stand out here while you put a shirt on?" she inquired, already moving past him into the room.

"Come on in. Just give me a second. Sit down and make yourself comfortable."

That was all the invitation she needed. She sat down on his bed and crossed her legs. She pretended to look around the room, but was really watching Alex watch her. She smiled and raked a hand through her hair with a sigh and a toss of her head. She looked at Alex again and could hardly keep herself from laughing as she saw that the tables had been turned. She looked at him with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, a look she knew he thought was insanely sexy. "Are you going to just stand there or are you going to actually get dressed?" He turned red and busied himself with finding a shirt. She studied her nails and decided that the nail on her pointer finger was too long compared to the others, so she did something she would never do in any other situation; she started biting her nail, with a pensive look on her face for good measure, knowing she looked insanely sexual at the moment.

"Addison…" he groaned.

She stared innocently back at him, "What? You're taking forever. Can I grab a water from the mini-bar?"

"Sure…" Alex said, watching as she stood up, walked to the mini-bar, and bent over, giving him a nice view of her ass. As she turned around, he decided that enough was enough. He walked over and all but attacked her, pushing her against the bar and covered her mouth with his, already slipping his hands underneath her shirt and helping her out of it and her bra.

"Someone's a little impatient," she laughed when they came up for air.

"Yeah, you."

"Keep telling yourself that. I'm not the one who flew across the room and immediately tore off my shirt," she laughed again, silencing his protests with another kiss.

"Shut up," he moaned and kissed her even more passionately.

As he went to work on her and she helped him out of his jeans, she giggled.

She always won games like this.

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Izzie couldn't be hearing right. She must be hallucinating or else something screwy was going on with her hearing, because she could have sworn that Mark had just told her that he was siding with Derek. "I did hear you right, didn't I? I did hear you say that you're siding with Derek, right?" He nodded. "Oh, that's just great. As if this wasn't already complicated enough, now we're on opposite sides of a fight."

"It doesn't have to affect us, though. We're not fighting. It's not like they can forbid us from seeing each other."

"Christina will. And if I don't then she'll make my life a living hell."

"Relax, babe, it'll be fine."

"You did not honestly just call me babe."

"You're right I didn't. I called you Izzie," Mark agreed upon seeing the look on her face and hearing the disgust in her voice.

"I'm sure that's exactly what you said," Izzie sarcastically replied.

"It is. I'm hurt that you would think otherwise!"

"So you really think that this could work, us on opposing sides, I mean."

"I do."

"Okay."

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"They were in bed together," Christina commented to Meredith.

"Fully dressed. I'm telling you, they didn't have sex. The clothing says it all. Not to mention the fact that, oh, I don't know, I was there all night. They were just cuddling. Nothing more. You don't get your twenty bucks."

"Fine, forty says- Mer? You okay?" Christina began but stopped when

"Fine, forty says- Mer? You okay?" Christina began but stopped when she saw that Meredith had stopped walking. She followed her line of sight straight to McAsshole, aka Derek Shepherd. "Come on, we're going this way." She yanked her friend to the side, breaking the line of sight. "He's an asshole. McAsshole."

"Yeah, but I…"

"No, you are staying strong. You are mad at him because he hurt Sat- Dr. Mont- Addison and you are mad at him because he hurt you. Now let's go."

"Alright," Meredith agreed faintly, trying to remember just exactly why she was mad. Sure, he was an ass, but he was her ass. Except when he was forgetting to mention that he was married. That memory, the memory of how embarrassed and hurt she was, was enough to convince her that she deserved better. "I'm done with him."

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"I love you," Alex announced as he and Addison lay in bed together.

"I know you do," she smiled.

"No, I mean I really, really love you. With every fiber of my being, sit through a sappy romantic comedy to be with you, follow you off the face of the earth love you."

Addison raised her eyebrow at the confession. It was romantic and sappy and so un-Alex-like that she smiled and she decided that he deserved a reward. She rolled over and propped herself up so that she was directly above him. "Wow, I never took you for the romantic type, Dr. Karev."

He had heard her call him Dr. Karev countless times before, but the way she said it this time, well, frankly, this time it sounded kind of porny. "I can be," he answered before rolling them both over so that he was over her, "When I want to be." He leaned down so that his lips hovered a centimeter over hers, not moving daring her to close the distance. He stopped and stared, letting her know that she was going to have to be the one to initiate the kiss this time. She glared at him and held back, trying to get him to be the one to give in, but he had self-control and the fact that he had given in first before on his side and refused to move. Eventually one of them would have to give in, but they were trying to see who could last longest.

Addison started trailing her foot up and down his leg, "Not fair. Play fair, Addi," he smirked but didn't give in.

"No," she refused. But despite her best efforts, he didn't budge, just sat there with his breath tickling her lips which was driving her insane. Finally it was just too much. She allowed him one victory. Just one. She gave in and kissed him.

It was quite clear that they wouldn't be eating breakfast anytime soon.

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Sometimes Meredith really wasn't sure why she liked her friends. She, Christina, and Izzie were sitting around a table waiting for Alex and Addison to come down from the room. Izzie and Christina were debating about something or other, probably Derek or Mark or Alex. One of them. These were the kind of conversations she tuned out when she was in this kind of mood.

Okay, this was getting ridiculous; they had been up there for nearly three hours. Izzie, Christina and herself had each gone their separate ways, had breakfast, met up, done a little shopping, well Izzie had gone shopping while Meredith and Christina had been dragged along with threats of various bodily harm if they didn't stop complaining, and come back to the hotel to see if their friend and his girlfriend were down yet. Which they weren't. Meredith noticed that for once Christina hadn't made a bet so she decided to make herself a little money, "Forty says they've been having hot sex the entire time."

"Figured that one out all by yourself did you?" Christina sneered.

"No one's going to take that bet, Mer, it's too obvious that you'd win," Izzie pointed out.

"Fine," Meredith sulked. Now that she had nothing to occupy her time she decided that she was tired of waiting so she got up and headed for the elevators.

"Um, where are you going?" Christina called after her.

"I'm done waiting," she yelled back. Izzie and Christina looked at each other and simultaneously shot up. There was no way they were missing this.

They followed her into the elevator and to Alex's room. They watched as she pounded on the door. Addison opened the door fully clothed, but hair mussed and lipstick smeared.

"We were waiting for you," Meredith announced. "Any chance we'll see you anytime soon?"

"Um, yeah, uh, we were, um, just coming down," Addison stammered.

"Okay, we'll walk down with you." She turned to Christina. "That'll be forty bucks, please."

"I never made that bet!"

"But you owe me forty since you bet that 1) they had already slept together and 2) they would sleep together last night. Both were wrong and you bet twenty each. You owe me forty bucks."

Addison looked a little frightened. "Is she always this scary?" she whispered to Izzie.

"No, just when someone's having hot sex and she's not."

"Oh." Addison tried to look serious but couldn't help but start laughing at the strangeness of that statement. And then Izzie started laughing which made Meredith and Christina look at them like they were insane. "It's- it's nothing," Addison gasped.

"Nothing at all. In fact it wasn't even funny," Izzie agreed before bursting out laughing again.

"What you do to them Yang?" Alex asked as he walked out of the room.

"Not a thing, Evil Spawn, not a thing."

"Babe, what's so funny?" He slipped an arm around Addison's waist, drawing her to him and kissing her temple. The three women stared at Alex's display of affection. It wasn't fiery or passionate or anything, it was just simple and sweet and so not like him.

"Holy shit, what'd you do to Evil Spawn?" Christina eventually exclaimed.

"Me? I did nothing. Why?"

"Cuz he's actually being nice. Karev is not nice. What'd you do?"

"Nothing, I told you."

"Come on, we're friends, right? Well, acquaintances bordering on friends, right?"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Christina, leave Addison alone," Meredith ordered.

"Seriously. Besides, Alex can be nice when he wants to be." Izzie added. Addison stood there looking on in amazement. These interns had decided to be friends with her, the woman who had been basically the cause of Meredith's, who was kind of the center of the groups, heartbreak. The woman who assigned Izzie a dying child, letting her fight a losing battle for the child's life, knowing that they would never make it. Why didn't they hate her? At that moment, with Alex standing behind her and them standing around her, she didn't really care. It felt too good to be wanted again.

"For the last time, I didn't do anything. Well, I, for one, am starving. Can we go get some lunch?"

see, wasn't that fun? want to review now? it takes all of twenty seconds and it makes me feel happy.

-Lauren