A/N: Okay, this is so long that I thought it would be a good idea to put it in two parts. So that you didn't have to read it in one setting. Seriously. If you don't get the lyrics, I will explain everything at the end of EVERYTHING.

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1

Can't Fight the Moonlight

Chapter 17: Cell Block Tango (He Had It Coming)

Previously on Can't Fight the Moonlight…"

Hey, don't worry about it. Actually..." Callie hesitated, trying to find something to take this off Addison's mind, "I was just planning this- uh- thing for tomorrow. Event. All of the girls. Together. Do you want to come?"

Addison shrugged. "Who's going to be there?"

"Ummm..." Callie thought. "Meredith will be there. And Cristina…maybe Bailey. And," Callie gritted her teeth, "Izzie. And you too, if you come."

"Well, that's just about everyone. I suppose it would give off the wrong impression if I wasn't there." Addison shifted her weight. "I just want everyone else to think that I'm recovering well."

"Great! I'll count on you being there! I'll rent the penthouse for a night. At the Archfield. Be there at eight."

Addison laughed. "Yeah. That sounds fun. I'll see you there."

He had it coming
He only had himself to blame

As it turned out, Bailey happened to be on call the night of Callie's old-fashioned girl's sleepover. Luckily for Callie, all of the women interns had the night off. Richard had decided to rearrange the work schedule for the surgical interns. In order to reduce the number of...distractions during the work day, he separated assigned the male interns to different hours than the female interns. As this was illegal-ish and instantly provoked all of the women to stand up against this 'discrimination', he claimed it was an "accident" on his own part and promised that the schedule would return to normal in a matter of weeks. Regardless, this incident freed the schedules of Meredith, Cristina, and Izzie, all on this Friday night. Callie figured that Meredith and Izzie were a shoe-in to come, as she believed that they were still living in high school and would jump at a chance for pillow fights and alcohol. Of course, Meredith volunteered to bring the tequila and mix for the margaritas and Izzie baked brownies. Cristina surprised Callie by being almost enthusiastic about the whole situation. Clearly, she was excited to get out of the house for a night. Purposely, Callie told the rest of them to come a half hour later than the time Addison was supposed to arrive. She wanted to have some time to talk to Addison before the interns came and ruined everything with their alcohol and cheerfulness. She thought it might help Addison relax before the whole thing started.

Addison knocked on the door at eight o'clock sharp, and Callie opened it. She smiled and thought for the first time, This might actually be fun. "Hey!"

"Hey!" Addison cautiously stepped into the flat. "Where is everyone?"

Callie laughed nervously. "Oh, you know, those interns. They're always late."

Addison took off her coat hesitantly. She didn't know why she was so anxious. Callie was her best friend. Maybe it was just the prospect that Meredith Grey was about to be here soon. She really never got over her fear of the tiny woman. And now, she was to blame for Meredith's recent breakup, so it was kind of uncomfortable for her.

Addison turned her attention to the bar. "Wow." She moved down the line, glancing at all of it. "That's a lot of food. And drinks."

"Yep." Callie felt at ease talking to her. "I figured that it would be less awkward if everyone was drunk."

Addison laughed and tilted her head in thought. She really drank much since the attack. This might be interesting. She wrinkled her nose. "Do you think this is going to be really weird?"

Callie poured a drink and glanced up at Addison. "Nah." She handed the martini to her. "If we're talking about the same thing, no one's going to be thinking about it. And if we aren't talking about the same thing, then I'm sure no one's going to be thinking about it. I just talked to these women. They're coming here to vent and eat. Well, actually, I think that the only reason that Izzie's coming is because I have the twentieth anniversary edition of Dirty Dancing and a high-def projector that enhances the sweat on Patrick Swayze's body. And Meredith will do anything that involves tequila and talking about herself. But I'm pretty sure Cristina is coming here to vent and eat. I feel like I'm talking a lot. Am I talking a lot? You say something now."

Addison laughed as she sipped her martini. "No. Keep talking. You're hilarious. And it's distracting me from the fact that the three people that I'm probably scared of the most are going to march into this room and want to girl-talk with me."

"Ahhh…" Callie nodded. "So you keep quiet when you're nervous. I'm the opposite. I talk. And I won't shut up until you tell me to. Let's play a game of who's more nervous. You go first."

Addison fiddled with the toothpick in her drink and smiled. Callie is such a great friend. "Okay. I'm nervous because Meredith is going to be here and-"

Callie interrupts her. "That's not a reason."

Addison raises her eyebrows in question. "How did you know what I was going to say?"

"I've already told you that she did not break up with Derek because of you. DID NOT." Callie did not know if this was true, but she figured that there was no way for Addison to find out.

Addison groaned. "Come on, I'm not stupid."

"And-" Callie hesitated. "neither is she."

Addison gave her a 'Are you kidding me?' look and Callie rolled her eyes. "She isn't ALL stupid. I mean, she did break up with him when she found that he was lying his married ass off."

"And then she slept with his married ass." Addison rebuts.

Good point, Callie thought. "Aren't you over this already?"

"You brought it up!" Addison exclaimed with wide eyes. "And, yes. Of course, I'm seeing Alex."

Callie took a breath like she was about to say something, and then she didn't. She just stared at the counter. When she looked up, Addison was smiling at her and they both dissolved into giggles.

After regaining her breath, Callie said "That was the LEAST intelligent argument that I have ever had."

"Least intelligent?" Addison refilled her drink. "Who do you think you are? Say stupidest."

"That's not a word," Callie defended.

Addison shrugged. "Who's counting?"

"We never finished our game." Callie recalled as she motions over to the couch. They sat down.

"Ohhhh, right." Addison remembered. The leather couch was very nice and squishy as she sank down into it. "Okay. Spill. Why are you nervous?"

"It doesn't matter." Callie said, "Any reason that I could give would be infinitely better than yours."

"Come on," Addison bounced a little on the couch. The alcohol had kind of gone to her head already, and the laughter broke up the tension in the room. "I really want to know."

"Fine." Callie swung her legs up onto the couch so she can face Addison, and Addison did the same. "My point is three-fold. One." She held up one finger. "Izzie has been in love with my husband in the past. And she tried to start a cat-fight with me. And I've slept with her current boyfriend. Now that's awkward."

"What?!" Addison exclaimed.

"I'm not finished yet." Callie scolded. "Wait until I'm done talking. Okay. Where was I?"

"Point two." Addison reminded her.

"Right." Callie held up two fingers. "Two. I'm pretty sure Meredith is scared of me because one time, I tried to fight her in the locker room."

It was very hard for Addison to keep quiet. She gave up. "Please, you have to tell me what happened with that. I mean, you're like my hero."

Callie grinned. "Well, if you must know, Stevens stepped in to defend her. Something about Meredith being a very tiny person."

"Wow." Addison was bewildered.

"She is a very tiny person," Callie admitted. "But on to point three," A third finger shot up. "I've been sworn to secrecy, but-" she whispers, "I've seen Cristina in pastels."

Addison froze. "No…"

"It's the truth." Callie nodded. "And we can't even look at each other anymore."

"That's so sad." Addison said with fake sympathy. "Okay." She turned back to her happy self. "You win. But only because I let you."

"Whatever." Callie scoffs.

There was a knock at the door. Addison's stomach turned to butterflies and Callie sighed. Leave it to the interns to be fifteen minutes early. They both picked themselves off the couch, drinks in hand, and Callie cautiously opened the door. Even when the door wasn't fully open, yet, butterflies and rainbows seemed to seep from the cracks.

Callie seemed to be moving too slowly, compared to Izzie's standards, so Izzie pushed open the door from the outside. "Hi!!"

Izzie rushed in and placed her stuff down on the floor. "I brought chick flicks!" she said in a high-pitched sing-song voice, while holding up a trilogy of Legally Blonde, Miss Congeniality, and Sleepless in Seattle. "This is going to be SO much fun!" She clapped her hands excitedly together.

Meredith followed Izzie, and she moved much slower. Setting her bag down right besides Izzie's, she held out the tequila that she brought and pointed to it. "I brought alcohol." She said this in such a low voice, that it came out kind of grouchy, so she smiled one of her small Meredith-smiles to let everyone know that she wasn't trying to be a bitch.

Callie smiled a sarcastic smile back. "Great. And you brought sleeping bags." She laughed through gritted teeth. "You know we have beds here, right?"

Izzie shook her head and laughed. "Yeah. We just thought it would be really fun to sleep on the floor, you know, like in middle school."

Callie shot Addison an annoyed look, who in return almost spit out her drink while laughing. "Yeah, okay."

Not long after Cristina came trudging through the door. Being her usual self, she threw her bag somewhere on the floor before mixing herself and drink and shoving five Doritos into her mouth.

Callie laughed. "And where's your sleeping bag?"

Cristina glared at her before opening her mouth and giving the entire room a good view of the food rolling around. "Oh…I don't need one. I'll sleep on the cold hard floor. Builds character."

"No," Izzie sighed, annoyed that Cristina was ruining all the pink girliness, "You'll sleep on the floor because you're bitter."

Cristina shrugged.

Addison, who hadn't spoken yet, finished her drink and said, "You know, this isn't really so bad."

Izzie was fixing some sort of red mixed drink. "What do you mean?"

Callie made a 'cut it out' motion, but Addison couldn't see her, so she continued, "Well, Callie and I were really nervous about tonight. I only had one reason, but Cal-" she hiccupped "-excuse me- Callie had three-fold reasons." She paused a second. "That didn't come out right, did it?"

Callie laughed and patted Addison on the back. "As you can see, Addison is already halfway drunk. Let's race to be the first to catch up."

The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum
The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

He took a flower
In its prime
And then he used it
And he abused it

No one spoke for a really long time. Callie tried to get the conversation moving by talking about men, food, and even drinks. But every time she spoke, everyone glanced at Addison for some reason. Like they were trying to make sure she was okay with everything. Addison had been right before when she predicted just how weird this little get-together was going to be. Finally, Addison decided to just get it over with.

"All right!" She screamed in frustration. "That's enough. Why don't we just identify the elephant in the room? Although it feels more like the Godzilla because you refuse to look at me, and when you do, you seem absolutely terrified."

Everyone acted oblivious until Addison sighed, "You have to stop doing that or else this entire night is going to be absolute hell!"

Izzie kind of backed away, frightened at her outburst. Meredith had the guts to ask, "What?"

Addison ran her hands through her hair. "You keep looking at me like I'm going to break or melt or something. I'm a human being! You're not going to kill me by talking about the hospital, or men, or anything related to what happened. Okay?"

Everyone was scared to breathe, even Cristina. But Meredith somehow found the courage within her to speak. "Are you?"

"What?"

"Are you okay?"

Addison certainly had not expected this. But then she remembered that, oddly enough, Meredith was the only one who knew about the cutting. She prayed that Meredith wouldn't say anything. She then realized that Meredith's question gave her the perfect opportunity to stop all of this, before it got out of hand. "Um. I would be, if everyone would just stop focusing on me."

"Okay." Meredith nodded. "We can do that. Right?"

Everyone else, including Callie, nodded. Silence fell over them. Meredith wanted to explain to her, but she couldn't find the words. I just don't want to remind her of anything. They were all walking on eggshells.

Addison wished they could just be honest with her, but she knew that hell would have to freeze over before that would happen. It was probably for the best. But I'm already trying to not think about it every second of every day. They shouldn't have to worry about that too.

Callie smiled, she really wanted to move on from this awkward period. She could tell that the others weren't really having a good time. She hated being a bad hostess. "Now that's cleared up..."

Izzie interrupted her by clearing her throat. " Addison? Are you seeing Abby Levenkron?"

Addison took a shaky breath. Does Izzie know? "Yes..." she answered. "Why?"

Meredith looked shocked and scared. "You're a lesbian?!"

"No. Abby is just one of those weird names that can be used for a guy and a girl," Cristina explained.

Izzie hesitated and then shrugged. "Actually, she was just one of the doctors that they recommended to me after Denny died," Izzie took a long pause, "because she's really good with post-traumatic stress disorder. Anyway, I saw you walking out of her office a couple of days ago."

"Wait," Meredith was confused. "Who's Abby Levenkron?"

Addison bit her lip. "She's my psychologist."

Cristina's mouth dropped open. "You're seeing a shrink?!" she blurted out. Force of nature Addison Montgomery talking about her feelings? It seemed out of place. It was almost as if Cristina herself was seeing one. It just wasn't done. Even after what Addison had gone through, she had actually seemed fine at work, as if nothing fazed her.

Addison couldn't really hide her emotions about Cristina's surprise. Clearly, the words had been ripped out of Addison's mouth. The comment was so insensitive, which was like Cristina, but Addison had never been on the receiving end of it. So much for impressing them. Addison stared down at her hands in embarrassment.

Suddenly, Izzie wasn't embarrassed, so much as offended. "What's wrong with seeing a shr- therapist? It promotes mental health..." Izzie paused, "You think it's weak, don't you?" Izzie became very angry and completely unleashed the beast. "Well-" she spat out, as she got up from her seat beside Cristina and plopped down next to Addison. "It's not! It's very respectable and I just can't believe you would say something like that! I mean, I've been in and out of therapy for the past year and it's only done good things for me!"

Addison subtley banged her head against the armrest. She enjoyed someone sticking up for her, but part of her wished Izzie would just shut up.

Cristina tried to blow past this; it was quickly becoming something she didn't want part in. She hadn't meant to offend anyone, but it was just in her nature to stick to her natural reaction. "I didn't say that seeing a shrink was weak. I just think that out of all the medical specialties, psychiatry is the most...bull. Come on, you can't say that you see them as equals. Psychology has almost nothing to do with medicine! Seriously."

Izzie's face was turning really red and she twisted the couch material in her fingers. "You're just saying that because you can't relate or connect to anyone. AT ALL!"

"Now, ladies." Callie didn't want to have to split them up. "Don't get so angry. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. But, for the record, I'm with Izzie." Callie never thought she would utter those words. Ever. But Meredith nodded along so she continued. "It's not what you think, Cristina. It's just sometimes people need reassurance that they're not crazy. Don't you think it's nice to have someone to talk to every once in a while?"

Cristina saw her control slipping, so she fired a response. "Yeah, they're called friends. You should get some once in a while."

Callie winced briefly, but Cristina caught it and mentioned quickly, "No offense."

Callie pushed her hair away from her face. "None taken."

Finally, Izzie just blew up. "You know what, Cristina? This has gone on long enough. You're soul is like ICE and that's not a good thing, even- I mean, especially- if you are in the medical field. I've tried to be optimistic, but you just keep sucking that away. That's what you do, you just take everyone's happiness, like the GRIM REAPER…" Izzie continued to rant, and eventually started to throw punches at Cristina, who was now on her feet, trying to argue points as Izzie threw them at her.

Callie had to hold Izzie down while Cristina defended herself. Meredith was shielding her face, her reflex reaction to anytime Callie or Izzie fists went flying. Addison just watched in shock. She was a virgin when it came to intern cat-fights.

Callie finally got both of them to sit down. Izzie was still infuriated, and Cristina's hair seemed to have frizzed out a couple of inches. "Okay!" Callie shouted. "That's enough!"

Addison spoke quietly, "I have something to say."

Everyone listened intently. She hadn't spoken for a very long time. "Can you just stop it? You all said that you would stop focusing on this."

Izzie was the first to apologize. "I'm sorry. I really don't know how it got out of hand."

Cristina took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, too." She said reluctantly.

"And-" Addison continued, "I have something to confess."

Meredith seemed confused and scared for Addison. Addison flashed her a little smile. "You all looked ridiculous. And…I caught you on tape." She held up her cell phone.

"What?" Callie was the first one to jump for the phone, but everyone else followed. Addison stood up and towered over all of them. She held the phone high above her head. "No! You owe me! I promise I won't send it to anyone."

In compromise, they all sat down.

Addison was still standing when she said, "Except for Alex, because I already sent it to him."

Everyone got back up, fighting for the phone, but again, Addison's hand shot up. "No!! I promise. He's the only one."

They all groaned and sat down. In order to break the silence, Callie turned to Cristina and asked, "So, what kind of guy is named Abby?"

This earned a laugh from everyone and the tension was slowly broken. Most of them finished their drinks and things started to loosen up a little bit. Izzie sat down on the floor and started a game of cards, which almost everyone joined in. Addison felt good that the tension was finally broken and they could have a good time. The subject of marriage came up a few times, but she dismissed it. It was entirely too soon for her to be thinking about that. She did imagine herself with Alex for the rest of her life, but she didn't know if he felt the same way. She was really in no rush, being pretty much infertile. She wanted to take it slow with him and she definitely didn't want to scare him off. All she knew was that she couldn't imagine her life without him.

Well, I was in such a state of shock,
I completely blacked out. I can't remember a thing.
It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands
I even knew they were dead.

You know how people have these little habits that get you down?

"You know who has really annoying habits?" Cristina started, after three screwdrivers, and halfway through a daiquiri.

All of the girls except Izzie fit comfortable around on the huge, L-shaped leather sofa. Izzie sat cross-legged on the floor, with a stack of Cosmopolitan's beside her. She had always wanted to do this, drink Cosmo's while reading the magazine. Her head snapped up at the mention of gossip. "Who?!"

Cristina licked her lips and laughed. "Burke!"

Everyone giggled, so she continued. For full effect, she stood up and began to wave her hands around wildly to paint the scene she was describing. "Okay, okay. Picture this. His apartment is so clean that you could perform surgery on any of his counters. It's terrible. I swear, he spends three-fourths of his day cleaning."

Izzie bounced in excitement. "What else? What else?"

"Okay." Cristina paused in thought. "Oh! You know how his teeth are so white?!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"He brushes his teeth after EVERY meal. Including snacks. He keeps two containers of floss on him at all times. One is his BACKUP. As for mouthwash? Four different kinds. He still wears a retainer to BED."

They all burst into laughter. Meredith managed to make out a sentence between giggles. "Does he leave it in during sex?" She squinted in disbelief.

Cristina pretended to be serious. "I don't think you want me to answer that question."

Everyone groaned. Callie put her hands over her ears. "TOO MUCH INFORMATION!"

Izzie laughed. "Maybe we should have rules on this kind of stuff. Like no sex talk."

Callie looked at her like she was stupid. "Are you kidding? There has to be certain level of maturity to this sleepover. We're not all living in middle school. I say that a certain amount of sex talk is allowed. But nothing disgusting."

"Agreed." Addison voiced. A chorus of agreement came around the room.

Callie turned back to Cristina. "So, got any more dirt on McChocolately?"

"No!" Cristina pointed at Callie. "You just violated your own rule! McChocolately qualifies as disgusting. Burke can't have a McName. It's just not his nature."

Callie turned to Addison for backup. Addison took a deep breath and looked at Cristina. "You have to tell us more about Burke, or else we are calling him McChocolately for the rest of the night."

"Deal." Cristina immediately agreed. She paused to think.

And then Cristina dropped the bomb. "He cheats on crossword puzzles."

They all gasped.

Cristina nodded. "He looks up the answers on the internet."

"Nooo!" exclaimed Addison. "Preston Burke? Mr. Honorable? Mr. I-Have-No-Moral-Faults?!"

"Oh! And you know what I HATE?" Cristina continued. "When he pauses between EVERY sentence. Like I should be hanging on to every word that he says. Because he's the most wisdom-ous person in the world."

"That's not a word." Addison muttered.

"I thought you weren't counting." Callie mimics.

Cristina was not paying attention to anyone. "And he always repeats everything that he sees. If I'm driving, which I always am, he HAS to read every sign that we pass by. Like he'll just randomly say 'Joe's Pizza Parlor' or 'Bab's Hair Salon'. I hate that."

Cristina kept talking non-stop about the burden of being Mrs. Preston Burke for another thirty minutes. It became a little repetitive and boring.

"Okay." Meredith interrupted. "I think we're done talking about Burke." She was a little annoyed at Cristina's non-stop rant.

"Well, excuse me." Cristina reached for her drink. "I'm going to make some Pina Coladas. Anyone else want any?"

Addison raised her hand. "Me!"

Izzie peeked up from her magazine. "So, Cristina, have you and Burke talked about having kids?"

Cristina almost dropped her glass.

Meredith looked at Izzie. "Izzie! What did I just say?"

Izzie rolled her eyes. "This is about Burke AND Cristina." She turned back to Cristina. "You have! Haven't you?"

Cristina set her glass down on the table. "Well, we haven't TALKED about it. It was more along the lines of Burke saying that he wanted to have kids and me telling him to go to hell."

"Cristina!" Izzie gasped. "That's such an awful thing to say."

Addison couldn't believe it, but she found herself bitterly agreeing with Izzie. "You should definitely reconsider. It may come to a time where you want kids, but you can't have them because of a stupid something called a biological clock."

Everyone stared at her.

"Great." She muttered sarcastically. "Now I'm the old woman in the room."

Surprisingly enough, Cristina decided to save her. "Whatever. It's not like I'm going to be a good mother anyway."

Izzie, completely ignorant to Addison's feelings, asked, "Is that what happened between you and Shepherd?"

Addison, at that moment, felt that she would have rather gouged out her own eyes before answering the question in front of Meredith.

Addison let out a breath of air. "See, now, a martini ago, that question would have made me cry. But now, nothing."

Meredith scratched her head. "Wait, what?! What are we talking about again?"

Everyone answered her at the same time.

"Nothing."

And then he ran into my knife.
He ran into my knife ten times!

He told me he was single, and we hit it off right away.
And then I found out,
"Single" he told me? Single, my ass.
Not only was he married...oh, no, he had six wives.

"You know," Meredith continued, "I think I just have trust issues. Starting with my dad. And then the think with Derek shot everything to hell."

Addison was quietly sipping her pina colada. She was only halfway listenting.

"I mean, he just can't seem to commit" This was hour two of the Meredith show. The others had busied themselves with other focuses, but Meredith didn't seem to mind. As long as she was allowed to talk, she had no problem. "And I'm not blaming you, Addison."

At the mention of her name, Addison's head snapped up. All of a sudden, she was fed up. "I KNOW." She crossed the room to over where Meredith was. Coincidentally they had been sitting on opposite sides of the couch. "We've been listening to you GO ON for like a twelve hours. Okay, we all know that you still love him. I'd never thought I'd say this, but you need to get back together with him. Okay? Just do that. It'll save us some time."

"But he doesn't love me!" Meredith whined.

"Are you kidding me?" Addison exclaimed. "He loves you more than- DOC. And ice cream! And he loves you more than double scotches. And more than most brains. Only except the ones that are really messed up because he really loves those too. Maybe it's a tie." Addison played with her hair, drunkenly confused on what she was saying. Suddenly, it comes back to her. "But, my point is, that he loves you a really really lot. More than he loved me. And he loved me a lot too. Or I thought he did." Addison kneeled down on the floor, partly in sadness, partly in tiredness.

"I think he still loves you in a different way." Meredith observed.

Callie jumped in the conversation for a quick remark. "I think that's the most intelligent thing you've said all night. Yes, Addison, most INTELLIGENT. Not smartest." She paused. "Oh wait, I think that is a word."

Luckily for Callie, no one really heard her.

Addison found her words again. "Yeah, maybe kind of. But he thinks that he still has to worry about me. But he doesn't. Cause Alex is here. And Alex- you may not know this- but Alex is an excellent knight in shining armor. But he's not because he wouldn't actually wear something ridiculous like that. But he really does make my life most days."

"I think Derek would wear a shining armor suit. Even if it was ridiculous." Meredith thought out loud.

"I think he would too." Addison laughed. "So tell him that I will be just fine, okay? He doesn't really like me right now."

"Yeah. I will." Meredith promised. She buried her head back into the couch. "I don't know!" she screamed, but it came out muffled because of the pillow.

"What?!" Cristina asked.

Meredith pulled her head out of the couch. "I don't know if I want to be with him."

Everyone groaned.

Izzie pounded on the floor. "Meredith, you have a good thing. Why can't you just be thankful for it?"

"I think I just have a self-destructive personality," Meredith observed.

Callie sighed, "Now, don't blame it on that. You just have to think positively. You CAN change."

Not really listening, Meredith continued, "I think it has to do with my mother."

Cristina sipped her glass of wine. "I would have given anything to switch mothers with you."

"You can't change the past," Callie reminded them.

Meredith turned to Callie. "Callie." She paused and squinted. "You turned out pretty much all right. What was your mother like?"

Callie laughed. "She's the exact opposite of yours. Most of the time, she's embarrassingly fun. She can also be quite...exotic."

"Interesting word choice." Addison pointed out, as she tossed her hair. "Why haven't I met your mother?"

Callie shrugged. "She travels a lot." She swirled the drink around in her glass. "You guys probably wouldn't like her anyway."

"Why?" Izzie asked, curiously. Izzie hardly ever met a person that she didn't like, besides Cristina and Callie.

Callie answered quickly. "She's just like an older version of me."

"Okay," Izzie accepted, as she raised her eyebrows in awkward surprise.

"Awwww." Addison leaned forward and hugged Callie. "I like you."

Callie tapped her on the nose. "I like you too. Except for your very bad breath."

Addison blew on her hand and took a big whiff. She shrugged, "I don't smell anything."

"That's because you're blowing on your hand, silly." Callie smiled. Addison was rather fun when she was drinking.

Addison giggled. "I'm going to go get some of those peppermint patties that you set out."

Callie nodded, "Good idea." She turned to Meredith. "So, Meredith, where are we on the whole- McDreamy love affair?"

Meredith grimaced. She hated making decisions like this. "Can't I just get another dog?"

Izzie and Cristina answered simultaneouly. "No." They both have had enough experiences with dogs to last them a life time.

Meredith sighed. "Okay." If people repeated themselves enough, Meredith usually started to agree with them.

"What?" Addison asked, exasperated.

"I will give him ONE more chance." Meredith relented.

Addison groaned a "Thank God" and Izzie hummed the Hallelujah chorus.

"Wait." She held up her hand. "But this is his last chance. I mean it. This means no hidden wives, no secret affairs, and no irrational arguments."

"That's not entirely fair," Addison mentioned.

"Fine. One irrational argument per week. If and only if-" Meredith continued. "we can get another dog."

Cristina groaned and Izzie suggested, "How about a cat?" Meredith wrinkled her nose. "I hate cats. My mother had a cat."

"You know what kind of pets are really awesome?" Addison grinned. "Snakes. Aphrodite is the best."

Meredith laughed. "I forgot you had a snake. A boa constrictor, right?"

Addison nodded and Cristina woke up from whatever day dream she was having. "Wait, you have a snake?"

Addison nodded again and Cristina cracked up. "That is weird on SO many levels."

You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic.