Back to New York. I know, I know. But they have eleven years of NY back story and less than a year of Seattle now story, so it makes sense. Song by "Ok Go".

Here It Goes Again

He's leaning against the counter as she's prepping for surgery, staring at him from underneath a quizzically raised brow. She's having a hard time grasping the fact that their internship will be ending soon and an even tougher time adapting to the silver ring on her finger. Addison fastens her scrub cab and glares at him as he grins in his special way, giving her the Mark face. Smug bastard.

She waits until she's finished washing her hands in the sink until she acknowledges him. "Alright Sloan, spill. What on earth do you want?"

"What makes you think I want anything? Maybe I just enjoy your company."

She laughs. "Hardly. You're not even scrubbing in on this surgery. You're on scut."

"I should be scrubbing in, though. She's my patient. You stole her, or are you in denial about that?"

"Your father died, Sloan."

"As far as I'm concerned, he's been dead a long time."

Addison turns to face him, maintaining eye contact. "You only want to treat her because you like her."

"I have a girlfriend, Montgomery. No use getting huffy about the patient."

"Well, congratulations. I didn't think that was possible."

He narrows his eyes. "Hilarious."

"Oh. Right. I get it. I was supposed to be jealous."

"Weren't you?"

"Sorry, not my type."

He frowns, then places his hands over her cheeks and kisses her lightly. "Jealous now?"

"Sloan."

"Yes."

"Do me a favor."

"Go to the on-call room?"

"Please never touch me again."

"Oh. Right." She glares at him. "Will do." She leans against the counter, staring at him as a disapproving look crosses her features. "I should go."

"You should."

"I'm on scut."

"Yes."

He stays cemented in place until she brandishes the box of latex gloves at him. "Now."

He covers his neck with his hands. "Going, going. Good grief…"

She waits for the sound of the closing door before exhaling deeply.