Disclaimer: If I owned Grey's, do you seriously think I would have let Addison move to LA? Yeah, how we all wish an Addex fan owned Grey's...
A/N: So, this is my first Grey's oneshot ever. Okay, not really oneshot, more like a two or threeshot, not sure yet. Have a lot of other things to do, but couldn't get the idea out of my head. Didn't write it as well as it was supposed to be written, but at least I can finally focus on studying for my Latin exam again. Hope you'll enjoy... Please review!
Addison had had a very crappy day. She didn't know how bad it was on a scale of one to ten, but this day definitely made the top five of her crappiest days ever. It had had its perks, definitely. But the new low kind of took the positive aspects out of the equation. Jumping Alex Karev had seemed like such a good idea, dragging him into that on-call room, nothing wrong with that. Now she knew he'd only used her because he'd needed a pick-me-up or something. Thoroughly used and obviously had a good time doing so, but used anyway. Well, she should have known that, shouldn't she? Good guy or no good guy, someone who only did one-night-stands clearly wasn't going to change from one day to the other for whatever stupid reason there might be. She wasn't his girlfriend. Ouch. She hadn't expected him to think they were in a relationship just because of the sex, but that he even turned down more sex... Something was just wrong with her and men.
Anyway, now she was drinking. A lot. There was this mini-bar in her hotel room and she'd almost emptied it completely.
There was a knock on her door. Room service? Had she ordered room service? She was pretty sure she hadn't. Or had she already been to drunk to even remember it now back then? Had she? No, she hadn't ordered room service.
"I didn't order room s-...", she slurred, but stopped dead when she saw who stood there in front of her.
He gave her one of those soft smiles that unfortunately tended to make her heart quirk and her knees to buckle under.
"Yeah. Sorry for interrupting you-... well, obviously getting drunk, but there are some things I need to explain to you."
Urgh. What the fuck. Alex Karev had come here. To her hotel room. Saying he needed to explain stuff. What stuff? She'd gotten it. She wasn't his girlfriend. No further explaining needed. There was enough painful disappointment already. No need to expand the wound, stick a ten-blade in it and keep cutting around so there was no way it could be stiched back together.
"It's fine. I get it. You don't want me. I'm not your girlfriend. No problem. Just go away and let me get so damn pissed I'll be too hungover tomorrow to remember that thing between us actually happened.", she said, sounding so damn void of illusions it even made her fall into the great pit of pity she felt for herself. Yeah, it was a night for pitying yourself.
Alex drew in a breath. He'd come here to see the beautiful redhead that was his boss, because he'd laid awake all night, unable to get some well-earned sleep, since unable to get the disappointed, hurt look she'd had on her face out of his head. Her not wanting to see him now was not a surprise. He wasn't too fond of himself right now either. But he needed to explain. So when she tried to shut the door in his face, he held it back with one hand, grabbed her upper arm with his other hand and thereby forced her to look at him.
"Every time I hear the word 'relationship' I get scared and run in the opposite direction, because the first and only relationship I had was with Izzie and that ended with me hurting her big time. Ava told me the stuff that you said to Torres and I didn't want to hurt you. Which clearly didn't work out, since I somehow managed to hurt you anyway."
Since she just stood there with her mouth half-open, like she couldn't believe it, he continued:
"I don't want to hurt you. I hate seeing you in pain. And the one thing that I thought I did for your own good turned out to cause you pain. And the other time I did the same, that kiss at the bar, I lied and said I wasn't interested, because I was so interested it scared the crap out of me. And I thought you were only using me to get back on Shepherd or Sloan or whatever. I lied and you actually bought it. You know, I did lean in first in the nursery."
For a second all she did is keep staring at him. He opened his mouth to keep speaking, but she cut him off.
"I-... When you-... That almost kiss, it didn't matter who leaned in first, because you'd just said the most perfect thing I'd ever heard and all I wanted to do is never let you go again, never let you, someone as incredibly caring and surprisingly nice and amazing as you walk out of my life again. It confused me and there was no way I could explain this to myself, but I literally melted. Okay, not literally, but-... Well, I melted. So you're totally right, if that scares you as much as it scares me, you're probably doing the right thing walking away. I'm trying. I'm trying to make it go away and in order to achieve that, you really have to stop being perfect."
"I'm not perfect."
"Then stop acting like you are."
He rolled his eyes at her.
"What did I do now?"
"You have sex with me, then you basically tell me you don't give a crap about me and now you show up here and say that you do? That doesn't make a lot of sense, does it? You say you ran away, because you don't want me to get hurt. Which makes me – once again – all weak in the knees and dizzy, because I have this huge thing for you, so I can't focus on being supposed to hate you. And you know what's worse? You don't even sound like a lying bastard when you say stuff like that. Why do you have to be so freaking – okay, you don't want to call it perfect - honest? Why the oh so sudden change of mind?"
"Because every time I lied to you or ran away from this, you got hurt."
That was it. The final straw. Nothing mattered anymore but him. What he'd just said didn't exactly make her think he was less perfect, in fact it made her melt all over again.
Without a warning, her lips came crashing up on his. Not that he even tried pulling away. After a half-second of shock or so, Alex' hands entangled themselves in her gorgeous red hair to dishelve it thoroughly, her hands found his neck and tongues delved deep.
Their kiss in the bar had been so damn tender, so intimate, so truely sweet that it had scared them both. This was familiar territory, thus Alex decided to make a move inside of her hotel room. She half-pulled him in, then suddenly stopped pushed him away just the slightest bit.
"I want to get married.", she breathed.
He almost would have taken a step back in shock, but within a second the amusement won over and he quirked a brow at her. He couldn't even believe he was amused, because, for crying out loud, he even freaked out when he thought of having an actual relationship with her. But for some reason which he couldn't explain to himself at all (and he knew she wasn't kidding, drunk or not drunk), there was nothing wrong with marrying her. It somehow didn't seem like that much of a big deal. Just kind of ... right.
"An old buddy of mine, my last roommate, went and became a priest. He lives two steets away from here. He'd marry us. Of course, he'd be pissed for being thrown out of bed, but he'd definitely do it.", he offered, a strangely nervous grin now stealing its way on his face.
Addison couldn't believe what she'd just heard. She couldn't really grasp any of the things this night had brought, let alone Alex Karev, but this was the last indicator she needed. Now she was sure she was dreaming. So she simply smiled back at him, determinded to make the best out of this (that seemed to want to match one or two of her more cheesy daydreams) and asked:
She pulled his face to hers again and kissed him deeply and thoroughly before saying:
"Then let's get going. I'm horny as hell. I really need that wedding night."
When Alex woke up in the morning, he first had a problem figuring out where the hell he was. Ah, yeah, a hotel room. Whose hotel room? Addison's hotel room. Okay, now how the fuck had he ended up here? Right, he hadn't been able to sleep and thus gone and explained why he'd said "You're not my girlfriend". Why he was naked? Obvious. The ring on his finger? Not so obvious.
He let out a small gasp, staring at the band of simple gold at the base of his finger. It took a while till the memories came back. Rushing out of the hotel, getting a cab, stopping this jewlery store guy from closing said store and buying rings, taking another cab to his buddy Frank's place, waking said buddy Frank, him yelling some rather ugly curses for a priest, then agreeing to marry them, the repeating vows, the exchange of rings, the kiss. And then all the hot sex. Well, at least that part was not all that surprising.
Taking a look around the luxury of the Archfield hotel room (he'd called about a thousand 4-star hotels in Seattle before he'd finally found out she was staying here), he realized something was missing. Something really important. Where the fuck was his wife?