A/N: There it is! An update! Yeah, I can't believe it either. Hope you'll enjoy it!
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Disclaimer: Do you seriously think I own it? Seriously? Wow, guys, that's really sweet of you, but I don't. If I did, Alex would have done what he did in this fic and Addie would most definitely not have her own show. Nah, I definitely don't own it. Sorry to disappoint you.
Addison woke up next to a sleeping guy. A hot naked guy, she might add. Hot, naked and very familiar. Yup, obviously Alex Karev had somehow ended up in her hotel room. Which hypothetically was surprising, since he'd basically told her he didn't want anything to do with her and she'd been so disappointed she'd been negative she'd ever make the mistake of let him in her bed once more. Then again, this guy (her intern, haha) had a very strong tendency to make her ache for him and since the killer hangover was a pretty good indicator she'd gotten seriously drunk last night, it wasn't all that weird that she'd let him after all. But why had he shown up in the first place? He didn't want her, that he had made completely undeniable after that little on-call room encounter of theirs. Then why were there clothes scattered all over the room, a golden ring on her finger as well as on his, and a marriage certificate lying on the counter next to the bed?
Surpressing a horrified scream, she got up, pulling the sheet with her. Which provided her with a rather interesting view of Alex naked, lying on his stomach, face half-burried in a pillow. He looked so peaceful this way. Not like he was sending out mixed signals that drove her crazy. And he was hot as hell. Damn, she needed to get away from him. He was like poison. Or more like a drug, actually, since she couldn't seem to be able to resist him and he was highly addicting.
She grabbed the first clean clothes she could reach, threw them on in a hurry and then ran out of her own hotel room that was now occupied by a very dominant male. Even looking at said male made her blood boil with all kinds of things, which was obviously bad for her. Look where it'd gotten her! For crying out loud, she'd gotten married to her intern! The nazi would rip her head off. That would suck, but worse was that this guy, who'd hurt her like noone before, was now her husband.
Derek, Derek had been obvious. That he'd leave her for his perfect 12-year-old eventually. Mark hadn't been that much of a surprise either. Once a manwhore, always a manwhore. But the other manwhore, the one that was now her husband, Alex Karev (Oh god, her legal name was officially Addison Montgomery-Karev!), had caused her some pain that'd been so unexpected that it'd hurt more than everything else.
'So what now, Montgomery-Karev? What are you going to do about your new last name?', she silently asked herself while stopping a cab, 'And what about that gorgeous husband of yours?'
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Addison had avoided Alex all day. She'd pretty much avoided everyone, but escpecially Alex. She couldn't really deal with this whole situation. Not at all, actually. What were you supposed to do when you woke up married to a guy who'd insisted he didn't want you, every time you'd made a move? And for some reason she rather wanted to not see him all day than to hear something along the lines off:
"Hey, Dr Montgomery! Sorry I married you, that was a mistake, I'm sure you know that. Do you want us to do this thing with the attorneys or is tearing up the license and getting rid of the rings enough?"
No, if there was one thing she didn't need, then that. So she avoided him. Right now, at one of the tables outside, pretending to be eating lunch, but really just zooming out a little and thinking about the mess that was her life.
Callie O'Malley spotted her attending friend, decided to sit down next to her and started talking:
"I think my husband is cheating on me. That's familiar territory for you, right? What do you think I should do?"
When the redhead just kept staring into thin air, appararently totally spacing, Callie said, a little louder:
"Addison?"
That seemed to at least kind of snap her out of her 'I don't hear and see anything' state and she made a sound that sounded a little like:
"Huh?"
Which upset Callie just a little bit. The last time she'd wanted to talk to Addison about George and the problems she had with him, she hadn't listened either. It was always only about her: Addison, Addison, Addison.
"Did you not hear a word I said?", she said with an annoyed tone in her voice, "What's wrong with you?"
"I got married last night."
Well, that she definitely hadn't expected. Married, huh?
"Damn, you always do top everything I say.", Callie muttered.
"I had sex with Alex Karev yesterday", Addie said very slowly, like she couldn't believe it herself, "and he told me I was not his girlfriend and this morning I woke up with him naked in my bed, which was quite a delicious sight, and a ring on my finger."
Nice.
"Wow. How did that happen?"
"I wish I knew, belive me."
"What, you don't remember?", she laughed, sounding like she didn't believe it, but when Addie gave her a little helpless shrug, her laughter died and she stated:
"You really don't remember, do you?"
The redhead sighed.
"No. I was a little drunk last and left the room before he could wake up."
"Oh, that's why you look so crappy today.", Callie said mockingly.
Addison tilted her head and gave the Otho-resident a sarcastic, forced smile.
"Thanks, you're nice."
Callie just laughed at her, and seriously? She probably really didn't look all that amazing today, hungover and depressed and in the clothes of last night. She'd hardly managed to get her make-up to cover the tired lines in her face and her hair-... She wasn't even going to talk about her hair. Her hair had never been worse. It was so dishelved she hadn't been able to get some of the knots out of it, thus she'd simply left it like that, praying the day'd beover soon and noone would find out how exactly that had happened. It was bad enough she knew. That was exactly what she'd figured Alex would do: Dishelve her hair. Be that as it may, she hadn't been counting on him marrying her for no good reason, however. That was truely confusing and totally freaking her out.
"So, you married the help.", Callie finally sighed.
"Uh-huh.", Addison moaned, frustrated, "Please tell me you know what to do."
"I have no clue. Bailey's interns are... something else."
There was a moment of silence, each of the women thinking their own thoughts. Addison's had kind of reached a new low. So she decided to just say it and get it over with.
"You know what's worse?"
"Oh, it gets worse?", Callie muttered, a small smile on her lips.
"I really like him.", Addison said with a long sigh. There it was. She'd said it. Damn, now she couldn't take it back, could she?
"Wow, I have never said that out loud before.", she stated, trying to find some kind of humor in that, but honestly couldn't. Because her new husband, who she really liked? He was going to ask her for a divorce as soon as he'd get a hold of her. And really? Without lying? Without denial? She'd been hooked the moment he'd said:
"Because he was rude to you."
And yes, she had had a horrible week back then and probably only used him to make herself feel better, but when he'd said it, she'd melted. She'd looked up at him in total and utter adoration (yes, he was taller than she was when she didn't wear heels) and met him halfways. And she still wanted to kill that damn nurse, who had interrupted them. The awkward running into each other, with the forced smiles and the forced happiness. And she'd wanted to take it back, the time she said she was sorry it had happened, as soon as she'd seen the hurt look on his face. And then at the bar... After that kiss she'd been lost and no saving in sight. Well, Alex could have saved her, but he'd decided to yell at her instead, tell her he wasn't interested. Then all the not-so-subtle flirting, the desire, the sex, the "You're not my girlfriend" and what now? Marriage? Huh? How on earth had that happened? And when would all the mixed signals stop? Yeah, after the divorce. Damn.
"We're screwed.", Callie said, pulling her back into the present. Which wasn't all that shiny and happy either.
"Yeah."
"I'm off at six. Frustration drinks at Joe's?", her friend offered.
"That'd be nice.", Addison agreed. Oh yes. She needed to get drunk tonight. Not that the last time she'd gotten drunk had worked out all that well, but at least she wouldn't remember, would she?
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Alex was sitting at Joe's with Meredith and Cristina. Somehow he'd just ended up there with them. He'd been trying to get a hold of his wife all day, but she'd been too busy avoiding him. She'd somehow managed to be so successful at it that he hadn't even seen her in the hospital, even though he'd paged her once or twice and stuck around all day. Why he'd been at the hospital when he wasn't even on-call? Because he'd gotten married and now Addison was avoiding him. Well, he got her point. Definitely. But it still sucked.
Thus he was sitting at Joe's with Meredith and Cristina. Apparently they were having a 'you are my person and I can talk to you' moment.
"Okay, I feel like playing that game again, that game of whose life sucks the most. I'll even go first. I'll win. I always win.", Meredith was whining right now.
"Nah, I won last time.", Cristina sneered.
"Yeah, but only, because you were pregnant."
The Asian girl laughed and said:
"Alright, you can win this time. I had hot sex last night. Nothing wrong with that."
"Derek said he doesn't want to breathe for me anymore."
"Which means?"
"It means he doesn't want to breathe for me anymore. Once again, I'm just not enough."
"I got married last night.", Alex piped up.
Silence. Meredith and Cristina both simply looked at him in shock.
"Yeah, I win.", he muttered, stood up and left the bar.
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Addison was waiting in the hospital lobby for Callie to finally make an appearance. It was already quarter past six and the board didn't say anything about Ortho-surgeries, so hypothetically Dr Torres should show up anytime. Which she did. What she said wasn't all that pleasant, though.
"Addie, listen, George wants to have a talk. I can't not be there."
Addison (Montgomery-Karev, which she found slightly creepy) sighed.
"So I'm on my own."
"Sorry."
Yeah, yeah, yeah, she knew Callie was sorry. She was also very aware of the fact that husband trumped friend, but she could have used the company. Especially because she had the strange urge to whine a little about her husband. Not that Alex Karev was someone to whine about, he was too damn perfect, it was more the fact that he'd married her for reasons unknown. And that he'd probably divorce her as soon as he'd see her again. Which was why she had successfully avoided him all day. She knew she should just go, talk to him, get it over with, because theoretically she shouldn't feel attached to this marriage at all. You couldn't really call it a marriage if the guy didn't want you and you didn't remember how you'd gotten married in the first place.
"It's fine. Really. Good luck with the help.", Addison shrugged and offered Callie a little smile. She liked Callie. Callie was nice (but not really), messed up (but not really), and her best friend (but not really) here in Seattle.
"Yeah, you too.", said person replied before walking away. Addison really hoped she'd be okay. Bailey's interns were-... well, yeah. Something else.
"I am avoiding the help.", she mumbled to her self, "And now I'm getting drunk."
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