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Here it is, the final chapter. While writing this entire thing, I have found that the only way I can write Grey's fics is to listen to music from Grey's while I write. So I have been listening to a good bit of the wonderful music featured on the show.

This chapter was kind of hard to write because there are so many wonderful Addison/Alex fics out there with so many wonderful endings, and I didn't want to step on the toes of any of those. So I did my best with this, and I hope you like it. Thanks for sticking with me through all of this.

On their first date, Addison took it upon herself to make it clear to Alex that while she was momentarily staying for him, it didn't mean that he had to be committed to her forever. Alex took that as an insult, that she was already losing interest and was gruff with her for the rest of the meal. Addison was hurt by that, and didn't invite him up to her hotel room. Alex had been miffed by the lack of sex, and didn't give her a kiss good night.

All in all, it was not the best beginning to a new relationship.

On their second date, Addison apologized, her voice overlapping Alex's when he also expressed his regrets for his behavior. He held her hand as they walked from the restaurant to the car. She rested her head on his shoulder. They shared a long kiss outside of the Grey residence before Addison tore herself away, saying that she didn't not want to have sex in Meredith's house. Alex had pulled her back to him, and kissed her once more, for good measure, then let her leave.

All in all, it was a much better night.

Their third date was spent on one of the few days they both had off, looking at houses for Addison. As much as Addison loved having someone else cleaning her room everyday, it was time to find a place of her own. Addison had no notion of what sort of residence she required, only that she didn't want it to be a hotel room or a trailer. Alex gamely rode in the car with Addison and her realtor, occasionally making mocking comments from the backseat, which were always responded to with a slap on the knee.

Their fourth date wasn't really a date. Alex was attending a house-warming party at Addison's new place. He stayed long after everyone had left, sitting on Addison's bare floor, looking at her bare walls, massaging her bare feet. She was drinking a glass of wine and was endearingly tipsy. He had allowed himself to be lead to her room; the only fully furnished room in the house, and was the first guest to spend the night.

All in all, the purchase of a house was a smart one.

The rest of their dates blurred together. Even after Alex moved in, they always made a point to go out as much as their schedules and Alex's limited budget allowed. There was something nice about hearing about someone's day over a candlelit dinner when you knew that you wouldn't have to do the dishes later.

They were by no means a happy couple. They argued frequently and loudly. They fought over things like laundry detergent and dish soap, but they also fought over things like Alex's bedside manner or Addison's friendship with Derek and Mark. Their anger usually fizzled out when they both realized that they were overreacting, but it's not to say that some fights didn't leave them disconcerted and questioning their relationship.

All in all, the fights were never something they enjoyed. But the make-up sex that almost always followed was something so excellent that they sometimes thought about fighting just to do it.

Addison enjoyed most aspects of her couplehood with Alex, but she especially enjoyed thinking about the beginning, when they were both unsure of each other. Their first date, especially. It was the first time they were spending any planned time together outside of the hospital. They had been awkward and bumbling. She had almost accidentally ended their relationship. It hadn't ended well, and she found herself wondering how badly she had screwed up her life this time.

But then he had asked her out again at the hospital the next day, a sullen, angry asking out, but an asking out nonetheless. It had taken quite a bit of self control not to kiss that hurt mouth right in front of the nurse's station, but Addison was pretty sure that she had given the nurses enough fodder for their gossip that she could put it off until their second date.

All in all, Addison was glad that Alex had been the bigger person.

She thought about the day she packed all of her things up. Alex had sat on her bed, offering criticisms of various articles of clothing. He had started mocking her shoes, but when he found himself face to face with the heel of a particularly spiky stiletto, he decided to leave that particular topic alone.

He had groaned in disgust when she started handing him cartons to carry down to the U-Haul, but had diligently ridden up and down the elevator with what seemed like an endless procession of boxes. And he had carried a good number of them into her new home without complaint as well. Addison had let him leave before the unpacking started. She could feel him itching to do something that didn't revolve around heavy lifting, although she hadn't minded watching him carry large boxes around in his arms. When saying good night, she had told him that she couldn't imagine a better way for him to prove his virility to her. And he had smiled sheepishly.

All in all, Addison appreciated Alex's physique.

Her last night at the Archfield had been exquisite. She spent it alone, taking up more of the room server's time than was probably acceptable and had ended up with a good number of half eaten dishes strewn around her floor. And she reveled in the fact that she was not going to be the one to clean these. For the last time, she was not responsible for cleaning up her own mess. She had chosen to spend this night alone so as not to scare Alex off with her gluttony and laziness. That could wait until later, when he was in too deep to get out.

And that morning, she had smilingly told the desk clerk that she was checking out. The desk clerk, whose name was Tiffani (Addison had gritted her teeth when reading the name tag), had looked startled, as though she had thought Addison would never actually leave. Addison had kept the smile plastered on her face as she handed Tiffani her credit card. And she had kept the smile on her face when Tiffani handed her the card back along with the receipt.

And Addison turned away from the desk for the last time, facing the doors to the Archfield. She picked up her purse and walked out of the hotel.

All in all, it felt good to be leaving.

In reality, I had thost last three sentences planned out before I even started this chapter. And it was just sitting there in my mind, and I was all, "Now I have to figure out how to get to that point" and then it ended up being harder than I though because once I started writing, it went in a different direction.

So I hope you liked this. It might be my only chapter fic ever. I think I prefer one-shots. But anyway, thanks to all the readers and reviewers.