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Alex peered at Addison's flawless face and wrinkled his eyebrows. She looked up suddenly and grinned, moving back.
"What are you staring at?" she asked cautiously.
"Your face."
She snorted. "Well, obviously. But why?"
"I was wondering how long it took you to look flawless everyday." Addison rolled her eyes and smacked him in the chest with a chart.
After Addison had visited LA, Alex had apologized for his actions and they had become fast friends. Best friends even. They would playfully flirt with each other, and in the confines of their minds, they believed it was harmless. Every morning, Alex would bring her coffee and she would bring muffins. They would eat breakfast in the conference room, because no one went to work that early. And since ALex had chosen neonatal as his specialty, no one questioned why he was always in the NICU. No one in the Grey household (which now consisted of Izzie, George, Meredith, Derek, and Alex) bothered to ask why he left so early in the morning. And where Addison lived, no one asked her anything. Not that she minded.
She practically lived in the hospital. Alex would meet her in the conference room at 5:30 and they would eat breakfast. They would meet up in their on call room and eat lunch. And every Friday, after work, Alex would take Addison to a bar far away from Joe's. Subconciously, neither of them wanted anyone else to know they were friends. It was an unspoken rule between them. And they never broke the rules. Or the promises
Unspoken rule number one. Nobody dated. Why? They didn't know. It was just uncomfortable. Unspoken rule number two. Never talk about the exes. Again, just uncomfortable. Unspoken rule number three. When they go to Addison's apartment, always bring food. And last, but most certainly not least, unspoken rule number four. They, as in Addison and Alex, were not, under any circumstances, supposed to fall in love. Just uncomfortable.
So what did they talk about? Everything. They already knew everything about each other.
Alex knew, for example, knew that Addison grew up in Conneticut. He knew she was a die hard daddy's girl, and her mother was a cold hearted bitch(her words). She had a younger sister named Sasha, who was 27. She was in New York, performing on Broadway. He knew she loved vanilla coffee, and her favorite color was pink. She had an obsession about brushing her teeth and always had her shoes in order by designer. She wore only Victoria Secret underwear (something she told him. He didnt personally check), and only wore Mary Kay make up (that he checked. He didn't believe it). She loved Legally Blonde and Coyote Ugly. She let him tease her. ("They're girl power movies," she'd say). He also knew that she was a model before med school and Derek. He had found the magazine she was in and had it in his pocket. He patted his pocket and smiled.
Addison knew Alex grew up in Iowa, and got into college with a wrestling scholorship. His dad was a heavy drinker who had hit his mother. He loved all the Rocky movies and thought high heeled shoes were made to make her legs look better. Not that she needed the shoes, he hastened to correct himself. She knew he didn't have a way with girls. At least until he met Izzie. Izzie was the only woman he had ever really loved, but he was firm in saying they were just friends, and not close ones at that. He loved animals of all shapes and sizes, and watched the Discovery Channel avidly. He had to wear glasses in high school(he showed her the pictures. He was adorably dorky). He had almost gotten kicked out of school for getting into a fight defending his younger sister. He only had a younger sister. Addison watched as Alex patted his pocket. She shook her head and walked away, and immediately heard Alex following her.
They managed to fit themselves into the elevator with Meredith, Christina, Izzie, George, Callie, Derek, Mark, and Bailey. Alex kept himself a safe distance from Addison and they waited for the elevator to move.
But it didn't. Then it moved down a few yards, and jolted to a stop. The lights flickered. Bailey shoved people out of the way and punched the red emergency button again and again.
Nothing happened.
"Great."
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A/N: short beginning. But if you want me to continue, then I will. If not, then this will just be a oneshot.
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