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Summary:Completely AU. One lawyer, one baker, one science professor, one real estate agent, one architect, and now one upcoming fashion designer. Drama is bound to catch up to them. (not all of the characters will be in it) Pairings decided, you'll find out what they are throughout.

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Alex was sitting on his armchair at his place in a manly white tank top and boxers. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them. Addison was standing in front of him in red lingerie. "I guess you really are naughty." Alex said eyeing the thin laced lingerie. Addison gave him a sweet smile before putting one knee on each side of him. She ran her hands up and down his chest. Addison leaned over, her lips close enough near his ear for him to feel her hot breath against his skin. "I'll be anything you want me to be." She said biting lightly on his earlobe. She leaned her head up to look into his eyes. She put both her hands on his cheeks gently pulling him to her lips. Their lips were only millimeters apart…

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Alex's eyes widened, he groaned when he saw that he was in his own bed, alone. He reached over and rubbed his eyes as he turned off his alarm clock. He looked up at the ceiling, picturing parts of his dream, or more specifically, his fantasy. Alex may have thought Addison was hot, and hit on her, but why did he fantasize about her? He's never fantasized about any woman before. Maybe he'd just eat breakfast here instead of at Izzie's, where the woman of his so called desires was going to be that morning.

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Izzie's eyes fluttered open as she heard her alarm go off. Izzie reached over and turned off the annoying alarm. She looked down, she was in sweat pants and a Yankee t-shirt. She ran threw last nights events in her head, not remembering completely how she got into her pajamas.

Her and Mark had come up to her room because of the bad feeling she was having. They spent most of the night talking, laying in her bed, still not sure how she got into different clothes, but she obviously fell asleep while they were laying down talking.

Izzie's thoughts were interrupted when her bedroom door opened. She smiled as she saw Mark walking into her room with two mugs of coffee in his hands. One was for her, the other for himself.

Mark smiled back at her as he walked over to her bedside and sat on the side of her bed. He held one mug up. "Coffee?"

Izzie nodded and tiredly sat up, taking the hot liquid with both her hands. She sipped her coffee, still looking at Mark, she couldn't get the question out of her mind. "Mark, how did I get my pajamas on, and how about the-"

Mark sipped his coffee and cut her off, knowing what she was going to ask. "After the party, I asked Addison if she would change you into something more comfortable, knowing how weird it would have been for me." It's not a lie, I would have been uncomfortable… "As for the party, nothing went wrong, everything was perfectly fine, and everyone had a great time. I guess the feeling you had didn't come true after all." He leaned over and kissed her forehead.

Izzie smiled and nodded. "Yeah, guess so." Something popped into her head. "How about the couch-" Mark cut her off again.

"Everything has been cleaned up and put back to its rightful spot." He reassured her.

"Good. Less for me to worry about." She said as she sipped her coffee. Izzie swung her legs over the side over her bed, so now she was sitting right next to Mark, their thighs touching.

Mark put his mug of coffee in his other hand, he put his other arm around Izzie's shoulders and rubbing her forearm. Izzie put her head on his shoulder. Mark kissed her head.

"I've got to go make breakfast. I'm hungry." She said as she brought the coffee to her lips and took a large sip.

Mark chuckled at her tiredness, it was cute. He stood up, her head looking up sleepily at him. He held out his hand. She smiled up at him and took his hand that was free and he helped her stand up. "I have to finish getting dressed for work, but I'll be back over." Mark kissed her forehead as she smiled.

"Okay." She said tiredly as she sipped her coffee once again.

Mark smiled at her before going down to the kitchen and putting his mug on the table. He walked to the front door, opened it and closed it behind him as he went over to his and Alex's towns home. Mark walked into his place and was about to walk up the stairs when e heard some noise in the kitchen. He furrowed his eyebrows and walked to the kitchen seeing Alex standing over the counter on the island eating a spoonful of cereal. "Hey, you're not going over to Izzie's for breakfast?"

Alex looked up at Mark. Images of his fantasies filling his brain. He shook the images out. "Hey, and not today."

Mark walked over to the other side of the island. "Why not? Hitting on Addison is tiring you out?" He asked jokingly.

Alex glared at him. "If I tell you, you can't say anything to anyone, not even Izzie." He said seriously.

Mark nodded questionably. "Okay, what is it?"

"I had a fantasy last night, and it was about Addison…"

"Addison?" Mark raised an eyebrow. "Well, it was just a fantasy."

Alex shook his head. "No, it can't be just a fantasy, I don't get fantasies, and I keep picturing it! Her in that thin, red, lacy lingerie-" Mark cut him off.

"I don't need details."

Alex sighed. "Do you ever fantasize about Izzie?"

Mark was a little taken aback by the question. "Not exactly fantasize, but I dream about her sometimes, her face, her laugh, but I don't necessarily fantasize about her." He raised an eyebrow again. "Why? Do you think you're in love with Addison?"

Alex's eyes widened. "No! I'm not in love with Addison! She's hot, very hot, but I'm not in love with her."

"Then why did you ask me if I fantasize about Izzie?" Mark asked curiously.

Alex shrugged. "Curious."

Mark nodded unconvinced, but he didn't push anything, even if Alex didn't want to admit it, maybe he was falling in love with Addison, even if it was just a little bit. "I'll tell Izzie you're not coming then."

"Thanks." Alex said taking another bite of his cereal.

"No problem." Mark said nodding as he made his way out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

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Meredith lifted her jeans up her legs. Other than the jeans and panties underneath, she was just wearing a black, fitting bra.

Derek watched her, himself already dressed. Self control. Self control. He kept telling himself. Oh, hell, he has none. Derek walked over to Meredith who just finished putting on her jeans and took her wrists into his hands. He gently pushed her over to the wall next to the door and pinned her up against it.

Meredith giggled. "What happened to self control?" Her eyes connecting with his.

Derek stared at her intently. "I have none." He said as attacked her lips with his.

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Mark had finished getting dressed for work and walked through to the kitchen of Izzie and Meredith's kitchen. "Hey Iz. Alex won't be coming over, he has to do something for work." He lied, but Alex told him not to say anything.

Izzie nodded. "Okay." She glanced up at him. "So, is today the day you find out if you get a promotion and a week off?"

Mark walked over to where she was making French toast and nodded. "Yeah."

"When are you going to do with the extra cash that you get with the promotion? Pool table? Plaza screen TV?" She asked smiling.

Mark chuckled. "No, and if I get the promotion, you all will be happy about what I'm going to do with the money."

Izzie raised an eyebrow as she sprinkled some cinnamon on the French Toast. "Oh really? What is that?"

"You'll see." Mark said winking at her. He knew exactly what he was going to do with it, but it was going to be a surprise, something that they all wouldn't expect, but they'd definitely be happy about it.

Addison walked into the kitchen and looked at Izzie and Mark, then at the table before looking back at the two. "Where's Alex?" She asked curiously. He usually got there before her, he did live next door after all.

"He had to do something for work, so he won't be coming." Mark replied to Addison.

"Oh." Addison said as she sat down on a chair at the table.

Mark swore he heard at least a little bit of disappointment in her voice, but he wasn't quite sure. He kissed Izzie on her cheek as he grabbed an already cooked piece of bacon.

Meredith and Derek walked into the kitchen. Meredith dressed for an interview, and Derek dressed for work. He had brought over his clothes for the next day when they were setting up for the party. "Morning." Derek said looking at the other occupants of the room.

"Morning." Replied Addison, Mark and Izzie at different times.

Meredith walked over to the table and sat next to Addison. Derek sat across from Addison. "Where's Alex?" Derek asked.

"Had to do something for work." Addison replied with a small sigh that Mark caught. Maybe Alex wasn't the only one having fantasies.