Author's Note: So, I don't know why...but I felt compelled to write this. Beacause as much as I adore Addex, I ultimately think Addy should be with Mark. Atleast testing the waters again. That, and you know, if they lose the bet, I'd want it to end this way. ;)

Title:The Bet

'Ship:MaDison

It was stupid to think that he could go cold turkey for sixty days. Addison knew he couldn't stand it, and he knew for a fact that it was driving her crazy. He'd stand around her, with this smug look on his face. He'd grin as he'd walk by, reciting the day it was in her ear.

It had been a mere week since they made the deal, when he saw her standing by the nurses' station. "So...Addison. How are you?"

"I'm fine."

Mark stopped, acting offended. "So you're not going to ask me how I am? Well, that's nice."

"Mark..what do you want?"Addison asked, annoyed.

"Hey. I just-I wanted to tell you that I'm making it. Again. Like I have every day...that, and I just saved a woman's life."

Adjusting her glasses, Addison glared at him. "You saved a woman's life? Mark, you're a plastic surgeon. You don't...save lives. You help them yes, but-"

"Why are you so quick to criticize, Addison? What?"Mark stopped, laughing. "You broke, didn't you? You found a closet with Karev and you broke."

"What?"Addison said, slamming her binder down on the counter. "Mark..where exactly are you getting this from?"

He shrugged, knowing that he had gotten to her. "I dunno...hospital talk. He's been your intern-again...for over a month now."

"Contrary to your belief, not everyone in this hospital thrives on sleeping around. I agreed to our little deal, too. I'm planning on sticking to it."Addison replied, trying to move around him.

"Hey, wait a second here. We can be friends here, you know."

"No. We can't."Addison said, firmly.

Mark spread his arms out, clearly not expecting her to react the way she did. "Why?"He asked. "Oh. I get it."

"Get what?"

"You're afraid."He said smugly, crossing his arms. "You're afraid that if we actually start acting like normal people, that if we become friends you'll cave."

"You, Mark Sloan-are too arrogant. Too sure of yourself. I made the bet, and as far as I'm concerned, you're the one who will cave."

"I want this."Mark said, brushing her arm. "Would having a little faith in me kill you?"

Addison sighed, walking past him. The truth was, she was beginning to last the whole sixty days herself if he kept coming around.

He hated on-call rooms. They were tiny, and claustrophobic. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't blind enough to think that there wasn't more than sleep going on in them. But as he layed down on a bottom bunk, he realized there was someone laying on the bed across from him. Realizing who it was, he laughed. "We keep running into each other, Addison."

"Shut up."Came the muffled call from her pillow.

"Why?"Mark asked, concerned. It sounded like she was upset. Something that didn't sit well with him.

"Addison?"He asked, moving over to her. When the light hit her face, he wasn't sure what happened, but something took over her, as she reached up and kissed him. It wasn't an accidental kiss either. They both knew it ment something.

"I'm just so tired."Addison whispered.

"I know. Me too."

"Right."

"Again with the dissing of plastic surgery. Addison-"

"Shh-"Addison said, placing a finger over his mouth. "Just shut up."She said, pulling Mark closer to her.

"But Addison-"

"I don't care..."

"Addison, really. Control?"Mark asked, knowing how much he was aggravating her.

She shook her head, clutching his scrub top in his hands. "This doesn't really count, anyway, right? We never shook on it."

Mark grinned, kissing her. He knew he'd end up losing the bet, anyway. He just never realized it would end the way he hoped.