Oh yes, another chapter. Sorry for the delays.

Ack. I think I've lost the narration I was going for here, but I couldn't pass up the ending to this chapter.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

The scene today was slightly different, in that the pairs playing the Game were Addison and Cristina, and Preston and Meredith.

Burke had protested this, saying that Addison wouldn't be able to catch his girlfriend cheating all the time, but then Cristina pointed out the alternative. Which, painted by her, ended in flying fistfuls of red and blond hair.

So now, the rules were being outlined between the teams.

"Okay. The two of them show up. First person who calls it gets the points," Burke said.

"Calling can be verbal, or you can stick your opponent with two fingers," Cristina went on.

"If they look at each other, it's two points," Meredith said.

"And for every second it lasts longer than five, it's a point more," Addison finished up.

"Five points flat for if they touch, ten points if it's intentional, no bonuses for extra time," Cristina rattled off. "Whoever has the most points at the end of the day. Wins."

The four stood rather awkwardly in the middle of the hallway, until, suddenly, Addison broke away, with Cristina in tow. "I heard that they were working with Derek on a case on the first floor," Addison said loudly. "We should check there."

Burke looked quizzically at Meredith. "Second floor?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," he replied.

Meanwhile, Cristina hurried to keep up with Addison. "So, um, they're really on the first floor?" she asked.

"Mmhmm," Addison said.

"I like the way you think."

"Mm, I know. Now hurry, I want to get my points."

"Oh, not unless I get them first."

"You forget, Dr. Yang, that I am the superior here, and I have played for much longer."

Contrary to either opinion, Izzie and Alex were actually confined to the fourth floor, where they were listening in great attention to Dr. Miranda Bailey.

"Stevens, how do we proceed?" Bailey asked in a monotone.

"We...we..." Izzie floundered.

"We keep her on fluids and monitor her progress," Alex interrupted.

"Very good, Karev. Hook her up, and keep tabs. This is a simple procedure, don't bother me with your insipid questioning."

Alex smirked at Izzie before attending to the patient as the blonde simmered.

"I knew that," she hissed as soon as they got into the hallway.

"I know," Alex said simply. "But you didn't say it."

It was lunch. Lunch break. At least, for Meredith and Burke. So far, the score was 10 Burke, 4 Meredith, mostly because Burke didn't find it necessary to sneak looks at the couple; he had license to stare at them outright.

But, it was lunch, and they had eaten at their separate tables, where Cristina filled Meredith in that she was 8-5 on Addison, and they decided that something had to be done, since it was, after all, interns against the attendings, and when was the last time that the interns had won anything?

It was almost beautiful how the two pairs looked up and watched their prey pass through the cafeteria, in a we're-totally-not-following-each-other-but-we're-going-the-same-place way, and suddenly realized the implications of the gesture.

It was almost beautiful how the four rose like synchronized swimmers and demurely drifted out of the cafeteria to trail the clueless interns, in a you're-not-getting-there-before-us kind of way.

It was almost beautiful how, after reaching the hallway, they realized that they had no idea where Alex and Izzie had gone, and, in a mad dash of slow-motion maneuvering, managed not to run into each other as they all took the hallway to the right, and began opening doors as a group. It never occurred to them to split up (And anyway, who would confirm the points?).

It was almost beautiful how Meredith pulled open the door to a supply closet, to find Alex and Izzie in a rather compromising position, which, later painted by Meredith, involved lots of saliva exchanging and not much clothing.

It was the most unsubtle, unbeautiful thing possible when Cristina, capitalizing on the shock value of their discovery, screamed "Almost having sex! Fifty points!"

And then dashed off excitedly with Meredith to do a victory dance very akin to her speed eating one. It also involved lots of high fives and no threats of throwing up.

Izzie detached herself from Alex sharply in recognition of the voice. "Cristina! Cristina I'm going to kill you!" She made it halfway out the door before she saw Addison and Burke, both more amused than shocked. "Dr. Burke," she said hurriedly, and made to run after the offending women.

"Dr. Stevens?" Addison said, an eyebrow raised, noticeably looking over Izzie's (lack of) attire.

"Dr...Montgomery-Shepherd," Izzie conceded, almost shrinking on the spot.

Alex sat nonchalantly on the floor of the closet, having managed to slip on his t-shirt while Izzie was being scrutinized. He held out her own shirt now, and she grabbed it, backed slowly into the closet, and slammed the door.

"Well," Addison said to Burke, passing by the still-celebrating Meredith and Cristina. "That was a plot twist that everyone probably should have seen coming."

In a satirical dig at my own story, I can either end it here or keep it going for one more chapter. Anyone? Anyone want to give an opinion?

Probably would have looked better on screen, but...whatever.

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