For all of you who have read and waited for a continuation of this story; I apologize for taking such a long time in getting it out. I was waiting for inspiration. I never upload something that I'm not satisfied with. I need to be able to want to read it before I put it out for others to read. Hope that you enjoy this next part of Suddenly
I in no way own Grey's Anatomy or its characters…
Their shoulders collided, sending Alex stumbling towards the wall and Mark grasping for his towel. For an instant they were both dazed and utterly confused; though it didn't take long for either to gain his baring. They made eye contact and held it, each sizing the other up, resembling caged animals before a fight. Neither was willing to turn his back or lower his head. Alex stood to his full height. Mark in turn squared his shoulders trying to intimidate the younger man while his mind quickly tried to make sense of the situation. What the hell was Karev doing at the hotel, better yet what was he doing outside of Addison's door? And why was he staring at him like any minute he was coming in for the kill?
All of a sudden it dawned on Mark. Karev. Karev was the man Addison had been talking about. There were so many emotions cruising around in his brain; his heart. He wasn't quite sure whether to laugh, cry, or blindly beat the shit out of the cocky little bastard.
Laughter eventually won out. He couldn't hold back the laugh building up, trapping the air in his lungs. It was too great. Addison actually thought she could have a relationship with baby boy? The laugh started out as a chuckle; one that rumbled deep in his chest, but before he could contain it; before he knew what he was doing Mark was doubling over laughing. If his hands hadn't been occupied with keeping the towel in place around his hips and clutching his clothes they would have been cradling his now aching sides.
"Mark, have you lost your mind? Are you trying to make this situation any worse? I told you to leave, how is that funny? I see no humor in thi…" The rest of the sentence died on her lips.
From her stance in the doorway Addison was able to take in the entire situation. It wasn't pretty…in fact it looked like it was going to turn ugly any moment. Mark only started laughing like this when he was too angry to do anything else and Alex, Alex in no way looked amused. What was she going to say? How was she going to explain? Obviously she owed him some form of explanation. Things were just starting between them and she was in no way ready for him to give up; to turn and run. She turned to him, mouth open.
He waved a hand to stop her before she began. Apparently she underestimated Alex. "There's no need," he said moving towards her. Addison smiled. He didn't need an explanation; he already knew her. He didn't have to second guess what she was about even though the circumstances looked suspicious and more than slightly incriminating. Her heart swelled and unshed tears began to blur her vision. How could she already be falling this hard? This man never ceased to amaze her. As soon as she thought she had him pegged; he pulled a wild card on her.
"Do you know what you do to me?" she smiled at him.
"I think I have a pretty good idea," he said leaning in to lay a soft kiss on her lips. "Wanna take this party inside?" he smiled against her lips totally and purposely erasing Mark from his consciousness and trying to gently ease him out of hers.
Before she had a chance to answer, Mark made his presence known. The laughter had abruptly ended when Alex touched Addison. No, the situation was no longer funny. Addison was his, they had a history and she was throwing it all away and for what? He was not going to take this lying down.
"You have got to be kidding me," he growled yanking Alex away from Addison by the arm. He stood his full height, directly in her line of vision daring Alex to make a move.
"What the hell do you think you're doing Addi?"
"Nothing that concerns you." She countered.
"Oh I think it concerns me all right." His handsome face twisted into a nasty sneer; one that wiped away all of his charm and appeal. "You're willing to throw away everything that we have together for a few tosses in the sheets with a little boy? We were having a baby of our own Addison, you didn't need to go out and find one. I had no idea you were that desperate." He stood there for a second willing her to deny the obvious and when she didn't he threw out more. His voice took a calm, almost sinister tone. "You know it's considered a crime to sexually assault children. With you being in OB I'd think that you'd know better."
Addison's eyes narrowed. She squared her shoulders and raised her head; a defiant challenge. He wasn't going to hurt her; wasn't going to drive her into the ground with guilt or nasty words. She was over Mark; he was making it easier by the second. She finally knew what she was doing, who she was, who she wanted to be with. Damn it she was going to be happy. He could no longer touch her.
Alex's fingers bit hard into the soft of his palms. His hands had curled into tight fists during Mark's outburst. He wanted nothing more to put the macho bastard in his place. Mark deserved to have his face smashed in; not only for the unforgivable things he was now saying to Addison, but for his entire existence.
From the time Mark had taken up residence in Seattle and then subsequently in the hospital, he had been constantly pushing Alex to his limit. Instead of teaching the delicacies of his specialty, Mark relished in sending the interns on his dirty little errands. Alex's days under the plastics rotation had been especially hellish; full of running. In fact he had spent more time hustling around town then he did in the hospital. He picked up Mark's dry cleaning on more than one occasion. He knew exactly what he ate and how he liked his coffee because he was always the one picking it up for him. To Mark Alex had been nothing more than a dispensable office assistant. To add insult to injury, Mark had treated Addison like complete shit the whole time as well. If he wasn't chasing after her like a dog in heat, he was making snide little remarks to her. Now that Alex was in a position to rightly defend her, he fully intended to take his chance.
It was only the tilt of her head and the ice he saw in her eyes that made Alex hold himself in check. He knew that it was important for her to handle Mark on her own. She was a strong, capable woman and was more than able to stand up to him, letting him know that in this moment, he was as insignificant to her as speck of dirt or dust that could easily be wiped away with the flick of a hand. Addison's strong personality and inner strength was one of the things that had made Alex so desperately fall for her and he relished in seeing her at it now.
Instead of intimidating him into silent retreat, Addison's defiant hold angered Mark even further. He completely forgot the fact that he was standing in the middle of a hotel hall, entirely naked with the exception of the towel which was now riding dangerously low on his hips. He completely ignored the heads sticking out of various doorways and the quick footsteps of the hotel manager swiftly walking in his direction. All he could see was Addison, head held high standing beside the sniveling and incompetent man child he had used as his personal slave. Of all the people she could fuck him over with…Karev…Karev? Infuriated he moved toward her. She was coming with him. They were going to talk this out…alone…either that or fall madly into bed. He could imagine the heart stopping sex. Either way he didn't care…of course he would love the sex, but regardless fighting or mad sex, she was coming.
He roughly grabbed her arm; his grip was vise like. At the slightest feel of her resistance, he saw red. He wasn't going to tolerate the situation playing out anyway other than the way it played in his mind. He gave her arm a cruel and swift yank.
The sharp crack of the bone and her cry of pain did nothing to deter him from his goal. This is what he should have done in the first place; she was his. His. He had come all the way across the country…more than once to be with her; to love her, to hold her, to reassure her that she was indeed beautiful and desirable. They belonged together and if Addison didn't see it now then she would eventually. She had to. What was important now was getting her alone, away from Karev.
He was so intent on carrying out his plan of action that he wasn't aware of Alex's body hurtling towards his until he felt himself laid out the hard carpeted floor. The pain was blinding, he couldn't seem to draw in a decent breath and what was worse he no longer felt Addison's arm snugly incased in his grip. He had to find her. He groped along the floor, trying to gain the strength to gather his wits and get himself up off of the floor. He didn't have the time. Alex was on him again, pummeling him with strong, solid blows.
Mark was not one to take any form of attack lying down. Even pain searing through his body, he grabbed hold of Alex and fought back.
By this point, Alex was beyond control; the minute Mark had laid a hand on Addison, he simply lost it. He was already lunging towards him when she cried out in pain. He had heard the snap and seen her right shoulder pop out of joint. There was already bruising forming on her upper forearm. It was blossoming around the area where Mark's fist held fast.
After that Alex saw nothing but Mark, felt nothing but an all intense, all consuming, over powering rage. He was going to kill the son of a bitch for touching her and he was going to make him suffer immensely for hurting her before he did.
There it is…I've already started on the next chapter and hopefully if I don't have to work everyday this week there should be another upload very soon. Hopefully the other two stories that I'm working on will be updated too. If you haven't read them and you like this one please check them out. Thanks so much…please review!