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Leaving was suppose to be a one-shot, but people seemed to want more, so I thought I'd give it a shot, and I wrote this. My last experience with a story with chapters was slightly on the horrible side, so I hope this goes better. Enjoy

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Addison lay in her bed, contemplating the situation. She knew it was shallow to make changes in your life because of the men that were in it.

In reality though, either decision she made would be because of a guy. If she left, she was leaving because of three men. If she stayed, she was staying because of one man. She was more comfortable with being shallow for one man. Especially as that man's limbs were entangled in her own.

Sometimes Addison hated that she woke up early. She was always the first one up in any of her relationships, and she hated waking other people up. She preferred to have them wake themselves up. Sitting in bed gave her time to think about things. Sometimes she didn't want to think about things. Sometimes she wanted to take things at face value.

She wanted to be happy that Alex apparently had feelings for her. She didn't want to think that maybe he was just itching to have sex. She also wanted to have feeling in her left arm again. She moved it slightly, and Alex rolled over, releasing her arm without waking.

The real thing she didn't want to think about was how to tell the Chief that she had changed her mind. He had been angry at her for leaving. He had lectured her for leaving because of Derek and Mark. Addison had been grateful that he didn't know anything about Alex. He had told she had a good chance of being named Chief if she wasn't leaving. Then he made her feel guilty for leaving.

Guilt was Addison's least favorite thing. She didn't deal with it well, and sat around stewing about whatever was causing her guilt. In her mind, she replayed all the possible scenarios. Richard could welcome her back with open arms. Richard could deny her return to Seattle Grace. Alex would move to New York with Addison. Addison would open her own practice in Seattle. Most of the scenarios operated under the assumption that Addison would not be allowed back. Addison assumed the worst in situations that involved guilt.

Alex let out a little grunt. Addison jumped slightly. It had been a while since she'd woken up with a new man in bed. She didn't know any of his mannerisms. Would he think it was rude that she hadn't woken him up? Would he be a little weirded out that she was watching him sleep? How did you talk about these things?

She tried to remember how it had been with Derek after their first time, and she found it difficult to remember. She might have been awkward enough still that she had tried to leave the bed and woken him up with her clumsiness.

After her first time with Mark, there had been no waking up. They had been interrupted. When she did finally get a chance to wake up next to him, he had pulled a pillow over his head and slapped away her attempts to wake him up, suppressing laughter at her yelps. Mark was fun, and there was no denying that.

Alex's eyes opened slightly, and Addison's first reflex was to pretend she had been sleeping too, and that they were waking up simultaneously. Her second one was to smile. He smiled lazily back and rolled closer to place a kiss on her shoulder.

"When do you normally wake up?" she asked, well aware that this wasn't really the best time to ask these sorts of questions.

"Mmmf?" was his response, his mouth engaged elsewhere.

"I wake up early. Do you wake up early? Do we set an alarm? Should I wake you up if I wake up? Do you like breakfast? Do-"

" Addison," Alex said gently. Addison looked at him and he smiled again. "I wake up early. If it helps you to set an alarm, we can. It depends on what time you wake up. Breakfast is always welcome."

Addison blushed at his gentle mocking, and at the realization that she was already treating this as a real relationship. She was acting as though this was a long-term thing. She noted with some happiness that Alex didn't seem to be freaked out about it at all.

"Was your question about breakfast just a question, or was it a suggestion?"

She decided maybe she wasn't so shallow after all.

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Thanks for reading. There might be an update soon, depending on if the muse strikes. I'm warning you now, it'll be updated sporadically.