EVERY LITTLE THING

Author's Note: Okay so let me explain. I had already posted this story 5 years ago under a different account, but I got a ton of hate on that. Thus, I never got to finish it. Also, I got really insecure about my writing, so it took a while for me to start writing again and I wanted to create this new account to steer away from that story.

However, I had stumbled upon it recently, and realized that a good number of people also loved it. I have been thinking about finishing this story for a couple of weeks now, and thought why not. Which explains why I decided to repost it. I just really loved that story and obviously I have changed some parts. Hopefully, I got rid of all the parts that got me so much harsh criticism last time.

Anyway, if you want to know which story I'm talking about, here the link s/11008973/1/

Still not mine. But who knows pairings and details from that version might change this time.

It hurt to see her this way. Seeing how slumped she looks was…

New.

She's unhappy.

and I'm probably the only one who could tell.

I stared at her. My glaze was lingering. She looks different, and I notice.

Her eyes had lost the spark of passion. It used to be the first thing you'd notice. Yeah, the fiery red hair can't easily be ignored, but her doe blue green eyes always told a story. Her eyes were expressive. Not like the others. Then again, nothing about her was "like the others."

She is one of a kind.

As I continued to observe her, I notice her eyes looked heavy. Probably because of the late-night shift. Her shoulders hung lower than usual. Was she slouching? Her skin was pale too. She may have also dropped a couple of pounds.

Torres walked up to her and asked if she was okay. She just nodded.

And there was that smile. Her smile.

It was rare, especially towards me, but just as breathtaking.

As Calliope Torres walked away, you can see the smile once again fade into a frown. She took a sip from the paper cup that she's been holding since she got back from the cafeteria; that was an hour ago. Today was definitely an off day for her.

I don't really get it. Yesterday, she was fine. She was irritable, but that's just the way she is.

Today, however, she's simply staring at the hallway. She's avoiding patients and catching up on paperwork. More like staring at paperwork.

What could have happened?

I wanted to go near her to ask if she was okay, but I know that I shouldn't.

I couldn't. I am in no place to do so.

Suddenly, the hallway was filled hysterical laughter. Maybe it has been there for a while. I just haven't noticed. I looked towards the direction where the laughter was coming from; and I saw Meredith grinning from ear to ear while Dr. Shepherd was hysterically laughing. I guess Meredith told him something funny, but I really couldn't tell. I was for focused on Addison. I turned my attention back to my boss. She was still staring at Meredith and Derek with hurt in her eyes.

It hurt to see her like this. Addison Montgomery-Shepherd may be my pain in the ass boss, but it still sucked to see her lose herself. It isn't easy to watch someone you love loving someone else.

And I would know.

Izzie did choose Denny.

Addison tried to look away from the grinning intern and her husband. Unfortunately for me, she had seen me staring at her. Her eyes were filled with nostalgia and anger. I took a step closer to her.

"Karev!" She called for me. "Would you please follow me to the maternity ward. I need someone to watch Mrs. Pierce." Her bossy exterior was back, but we both know it's just a cover up.

It hurt me to see her pain.

"Dr. Montgomery" I hesitated.

"Don't Karev." She started walking further away from me. "Just don't." She whispered; enough for me to hear. The clicking of her heels sounded louder to me now. "Don't" she repeated, but honestly, I think that last statement wasn't meant for me. It's was meant to be a reminder to herself to keep it together.

I tried to walk faster to catch up to her. "Addison." I yelled.

She was shocked by the use of her first name, so she immediately stopped. Her back still turned against me.

"Dr. Montgomery I'm-"

I couldn't finish my sentence. She suddenly grabbed my arm and dragged me to the supply closet. Both of us ignoring the whispers of the Seattle Grace gossip mill.

Neither of us spoke. It was more of a staring contest. We looked at each other eye to eye. She wasn't glaring. Her expression was soft. Delicate even.

"Addi-" She looked at me and shook her head.

"Dr. Montgomery?" Maybe she'd talk to me if I talk to her as my boss.

"Yes? Dr. Karev?" Her walls are back up.

"So Mrs. Pierce?" I decided to play along. If she wanted to talk, she will. Besides, I'm not a friend of hers. If she did want to talk about it, she would tell Torres or Bailey, not her intern.

"Yes! Will you look to see how far along she is?" She ordered. I nodded. She opened the door behind her and swiftly resumed walking. I of course followed.

From the corner of my eye, I could see the chief glaring at me. He may have seen Addison drag me towards the supply closet. How long were we in there? The next thing I saw was the chief walking towards us. He looked confused, but his reaction quickly turned into concern when he saw Addison's guarded exterior. He opened his mouth to say something, but I shook my head. He nodded in understanding. He wasn't offended or anything. He just understood that Addison needed a moment, so he walked away.

"Can we talk about what just happened?" I ran to catch up with her.

"Karev I'd appreciate it if we didn't." She started walking away again.

"Addison!" I yelled hoping to catch her attention again. It didn't work. I shook my head and started chasing after her.

"What the hell do you want from me Alex?" she groaned.

"I just want to know if you're okay." I muttered. Finally, realizing how pathetic I sound.

"I am" she insisted.

"I know." I whispered to make sure that she was the only one that could hear me.

"No, you don't!" She said more firmly. "You don't know anything!"

"Addison-" I took a step closer, but she stepped back.

"What do want me to say? That my divorce was finalized today?" she glared. "Is that what you want me to say? Huh? Is it enough?"

"That's bullshit. Everyone in this damn hospital knows about the divorce. Now tell me what's really bothering you. Addison-"

"Dr. Montgomery" she corrected.

"Fine. Dr. Montgomery what the hell is wrong?"

"Just please stay out of my business Karev." She pleaded. Her voice cracked. She was Satan, the ruler of all that is evil. She wasn't supposed to be like this. I'm mad. No! I'm furious. I hate Shepherd. He's supposed to be McDreamy or whatever.

"Okay well soon enough you'll start showing, so I'll just wait till then." I challenged her.

She froze. I expected her to yell at me or slap me but instead, she said nothing.

"Don't tell anyone." She pleaded. Thankfully, the surgical floor wasn't as busy today. The hallway was practically empty. No one else could have heard the conversation that we were having.

"Is it-"

"Yeah. It's Derek's"

"Does he know?"

"Not yet"

"Are you gonna tell him?"

"Karev I will tell him." She assured me. "Just not yet."

I placed my hand on top of hers. She stared at me and for first time since the hospital prom, she gave me a genuine smile. It was a small smirk, but still it's a genuine move.

Her pager went off, and she groaned.

"I should go" she still sounded vulnerable, but it could easily be mistaken for exhaustion.

"Yeah. I should go check on Mrs. Pierce" I assured her.

"Before you go, I just want to know how'd you know I was pregnant?"

I smirked. "I have a good teacher."

She smiled and walked away.