A/N: Yay, next chapter!:) I realized the title of the story didn't really make sense to anyone, but I think you should be able to understand it after reading this chapter.

I'm going on vacation tomorrow for about a week so it'll be a little longer before I update again, but I'll try to be as fast as possible.

Enjoy!

She sighed as she left her patient's room, a chart in her hand and her heels as always clicking on the floor, making her presence known long before she was actually there.

Suddenly, a lot of things had changed. Things were different since LA, she felt different but she also noticed certain people acted different around her, especially Alex Karev.

She didn't want to be still thinking about him, but it wasn't exactly like she had a choice. No matter what he had done, she just couldn't keep him out of her head, especially after what he had done the previous day. Every time she felt his eyes or hands on her she couldn't keep her heart from fluttering, and even when she just thought about his touch she was ready to throw herself at him again.

She had been able to relax in LA, to think about everything, but the only conclusion she had come to was that she still wanted him, even after everything that had happened and had been said, so she just had to be strictly professional around him so she wouldn't do something again she'd regret later, again.

LA had been good for her, like finally being able to breathe again after holding your breath for almost too long. It had been nice, but it might've been just a little bit too much air for her. She had become accustomed to not having very much breathing space because that was what happened when she was around Alex Karev, her body just seemed to stop functioning, and she kind of liked it. Sometimes, when he wasn't being an insensitive jerk.

She looked up from her chart to see Mark standing at the nearest nurses' station. As soon as he had seen her the day before he had cornered her, knowing exactly what she was considering.

Yesterday, her first day back, had been a little bit too suffocating, like the air had suddenly disappeared during the time she was away. Or maybe it had just felt that way because it was a little weird to be back again. But Alex's breath on her skin while his hands were almost on her hips… until they actually were… it had been extremely hard for her to keep herself standing.

If only Mark hadn't interrupted them… no, it was good he had. She didn't know what would've happened if he hadn't, but she probably would've regretted it.

Suddenly she felt a hand on the small of her back and she instantly knew who it belonged to. Though she wanted nothing more than it to stay there she knew she had to tell him to back off, because else she wouldn't be able to keep herself from doing what she wanted with him.

"Dr. Karev, what can I do for you?" she asked him professionally, deliberately not looking at him.

"Could we talk?" he asked her while leaning a little closer, their bodies now touching in much more ways than just his hand on her back.

She sighed and looked in his eyes, trying to ignore the hope and warmth she found there. "I'll rephrase my question. What can I professionally do for you, dr. Karev?" she asked him again, trying to sound as cold as possible. She wasn't able to keep the tremble from her voice though, and she felt his arm slip around her waist and pull her closer while her eyes darted around the hallway to see if anyone noticed.

"Talk to me," he told her softly, causing alarm bells to ring inside her head. This was not supposed to happen again, she had to be strong this time.

"I am talking to you, but if you have nothing further to say would you please excuse me? I've got work to do," she spoke as she fastened her pace, effectively walking out of his touch.

She heard him sigh in defeat behind her and she felt the need to turn around and let him talk, but she knew she couldn't, shouldn't do it. She glanced over her shoulder and when she saw him turn around and walk away she couldn't deny the regret that took over.

But Alex had made it perfectly clear he didn't want her, no matter what he was trying now. It had hurt, yes, but she needed to get over him. Fate or God or whatever there was if there was something apparently didn't care he made her feel incredible with just one touch or sentence. It apparently didn't matter that there had been a while with him in which she had felt better than she had in years. Nope, not meant to be.

They definitely weren't made for each other, that much was sure. He was always sending out mixed signals, as if he was a rose. I want you, I want you not, I want you, I want you not… yesterday, I want you, two weeks ago, I want you not.

She dropped off her chart at the nurses' station and continued to walk through the hallway.

She shouldn't focus on the 'what if's anyway, she had to focus on how in hell she was going to act normal around him, let alone get over him. She just had to stay professional, no touching, and no staring into each other's eyes, because those two were extremely dangerous territory, they made her loose control.

That made her remember the fact that they also shouldn't have those moments and conversations. 'Those' being the kind of moments and conversations in which he would say the most perfect things and not be a jerk and as a result she would simply forget about all the bad things and just fall in love with him over and over again with every word that passed his lips.

And that, was bad, very bad, because he didn't want her, at all. She just had to keep telling herself that.

She sighed as she paid for her coffee at the coffee cart before heading for the NICU, why was life so damn complicated?

What kind of doctor was she when she couldn't even control herself around him, her intern? She was supposed to be a professional, but every time he came near her the word professional changed into stupid and she would end up doing something… impulsive, stupid.

That was the problem, not only did he evoke feelings inside of her that she really shouldn't be having, he also made her do impulsive things. That was so not like her, she planned things, impulsivity didn't occur in her dictionary. Of course her dictionary was already full of synonyms to stupid, whore, and, recently added, 'dried up'. But apparently, Alex had that much power over her that he could just take her dictionary from her and write words in there, how else could she explain what had happened between them? It wasn't what she normally did, and he had made it perfectly clear he wasn't interested, so yeah, what was the reason?

She opened the door to the NICU and slipped inside, sighing contently when all she heard was the beeping sound of the monitors, happy to finally be alone.

She grabbed a chart and scanned it before checking the monitors, not noticing the door opening and closing until there was a familiar scent too near for her liking. Swirling around she stood nose to nose with none other than Alex Karev.

"Dr. Karev," she spoke shakily, trying to regain her composure.

He nodded at her, a small smile on his face as he looked into her eyes. "Dr. Montgomery."

Still feeling his breath on her skin she knew she had to get away from him, fast. "Um, I, um," she started, looking down at the chart in her hands and trying to find an excuse, "I need to check on, um, baby Robinson."

He looked at her for a moment, his eyes filled with unreadable emotions. "Right," he answered, slowly stepping aside so she could brush past him.

As she walked towards baby Robinson she could feel his eyes on her and she wondered why all of a sudden he was acting this way. Just before she had left for California he had made it very clear he didn't want her, and now… it was confusing. Which shouldn't surprise her, since everything with him had been confusing.

As she tried to focus on the baby she could feel him studying her. After a while she decided it was enough and looked up, meeting his gaze. "What is it, Alex?" she asked him, cursing herself for calling him by his first name the moment the word left her lips.

He looked at her for a moment and finally spoke when she had looked down at baby Robinson again. "Are you leaving Seattle?"

Her head shot up and a surprised expression took over her face. "Where did you hear that?"

"Are you?" he shot back, not answering her question just like she hadn't answered his.

"Well, where would I go, Karev?" she asked him as she scribbled something down on the chart.

He sighed and looked at her accusingly. "Somewhere too far from here."

She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again, willing herself to not fall for him again and pushing away that little voice that was telling her she already had. "I must say that sounds very appealing at the moment, let me know when you find that place."

She give him a small smirk that was easy to look through before walking towards the door. As she walked through the doorway she heard his slightly desperate voice behind her. "Is that a yes?"

"Who knows, Karev," she called over her shoulder.

Today, I want you?

A/N: So, thoughts? Please review! They make me happy and it only takes a few secs.:)