How Am I Doing?

A Grey's Anatomy fic by Gigi

Disclaimer: I hate to have to say it at the beginning of every fic, because it totally negates my philosophy of the power of positive thinking. If I constantly say I don't own Grey's Anatomy or Shonda-land, then how on Earth will I ever come to own it?

Chapter 1: How am I Doing?

A/N: I know, I know. I should be updating Perfume and Promises or The Best Man, or any other story instead of starting in on fic number 27. But I couldn't get this idea out of my head, and I always wanted to slap Alex in the face for doing this to Addison, and I just miss them. So please, humor me and read this. Don't rebel against the fact that I'm not updating the Paddison or Not-Addisex (exclusively) fics because I'm in an Addisex mood. Well, I'm really in a not-doing-homework mood, but this works, too. So please read and enjoy!

"You're not my girlfriend."

Had he actually said that to her? To her? To Addison Forbes Montgomery? Did he really? Seriously?

Addison couldn't answer any of those questions rolling around in her mind. She was too busy trying to escape him before she started either breaking down in front of him of going off on him.

He was babbling, but another phrase made its way through the haze in Addison's brain. "I just don't really have the time."

And the hits just kept on coming. Not only was he blowing her—her!—off, but he said he didn't have the time for her!

Asshole, she thought to herself as she finally removed herself from the situation. Walking through the electric doors of the hospital, Addison turned around and looked at the tall, imposing, sterile building. Asshole! she yelled internally once again. Why the hell did he make me fall for him?

Sighing, she turned back around and kept on walking, pulling her black coat tighter around herself.


"You're not my girlfriend."

Had he actually said that to her? To her? To Addison Forbes Montgomery? Did he really? Seriously?

He caught a whiff of her perfume as she walked by him to leave. Alex turned his head a little to look after her.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. He knew she couldn't hear him, but it didn't change the fact that he was.

"What the hell was that?" Alex whipped his head back around to find a tall, imposing, Hispanic woman glaring down at him.

"Hey, Dr. Torres," he greeted, puzzled. How much did she hear? "What's up?"

"Cut the crap, Karev," Callie ordered, looking royally pissed off. "What the hell did you just do?"

"What do you mean?"

"What possessed you to be such a jerk to Addison?"

Shit. Alex dropped his eyes back to his notes. "So you saw that just now," he stated.

"Yeah, I did." Callie crossed her arms and kicked him softly in the shin so he would look up. "Alex, you have to fix this," she declared.

"What do you mean I have to fix this?" Callie seemed a little desperate now, as if it was something more than just what Alex did that had her worried about her best friend.

"I mean she's miserable here," she answered finally. She took a seat next to him—the seat Addison had just vacated. "She gets job offers all the time, and lately she's been seriously considering taking one of them. You were probably the one thing that kept her here, and now that you've totally screwed that up, there's nothing to keep her from leaving Seattle."

Alex's eyes grew wide. He'd never considered the possibility of not seeing her red hair or her long legs every day. "She can't go," he murmured in shock.

"She can and she will, Karev, if you don't fix things with her," she mandated in a low voice. "If you're the reason my best friend moves..." She took a breath to calm herself. "I break bones for a living, and I know how to make it look like an accident."

Strangely enough, Alex believed her threat. Struggling not to gulp, he nodded slowly.


Alex had been tending to Ava all morning, but she was starting to bug him. All she wanted to talk about was Addison, but he didn't want to talk about anything. He couldn't even find Addison, so what the hell was he supposed to tell Ava? That she kissed him and he blew her off? That they slept together and he blew her off again? That now, because of him, she might possibly be leaving Seattle?

Yeah, because that wouldn't be at all pathetic.

Denny Duquette situation, my ass, he thought bitterly. He looked up from his chart to the slumbering amnesiac. More like a Meredith and Shepherd situation.

Alex gave up trying to concentrate. There was no way he could focus today without at least seeing Addison. Leaving Ava's room, he walked the five feet to the nurses station. "Have any of you seen Dr. Montgomery today?" he asked the nurses.

"Dr. Montgomery?" Alex turned around and saw the Chief standing there, looking confused. "Didn't she tell you?"

"Tell me what?" he questioned with a deep sense of dread.

"She left." There it was. Alex's heart sunk. "She asked for a leave of absence yesterday, said she was going to visit her friend's practice in LA. She's not going to be here all week."

Oh. Okay. So she hadn't left left. She just left to go to a place where "left" might become "left left."

And now he had to wait a week to talk to her. Now she had a week to completely remove him from her mind. Now he had a week to stew, and she had a week to hate him.

"I hate LA," he muttered.

A/N: So what do you think? It's not the longest, but it's a start. Review!