A/N yeah well, here I am again, writing another addisex fic. I ONLY write addisex fics. So this is the story:

Izzie and George are avoiding each other. Izzie slept with Mark, who wont leave her alone now…

Addison and Alex are avoiding each other. Again

Meredith and Derek are too avoiding each other, and they aren't quite sure what they are.

Christina is just. Christina

Callie has no idea about Izzie and George, or Addison and Alex.

Bailey is…The Nazi.

So, lets get to it.

Uncomfortable. Just the word is awkward. Uncomfortable silence, uncomfortable conversations. Everything. The entire essence of the word and the situation is weird. Shivers and tremors weird. That's what Alex Karev focused on as he worked on tedious paperwork. If anyone had seen him now, in the Sleepy Old Guy's room, surrounded by towers of papers, with red puffy eyes, they would assume he had been there for days, maybe even weeks.

The truth was, he couldn't even remember when he had slept last. He had turned her down. Again. He had lied. Again. He was beginning to look over his shoulder when there were clouds in the sky, wondering if God was going to smite him for being such a jackass. He sat with his back to the door, trying to read the paper in front of him. But all he could think about was the look on her face.

Disappointment. Hurt. Devastation. The door behind him opened and closed, and he didn't even jump. His brown eyes stared at the wall without seeing, replaying the conversation in his mind, and he was cursing himself repeatedly for letting her get away.

"Alex?" a soft voice jerked him out of his revierie. He turned and locked eyes with Meredith, who was sitting on the other side of the room. She looked like what he must, he figured. Her eyes were puffy and red, and her hair was thrown into a haphazard ponytail.

"Meredith," he said back, not wanting to betray the problems that plagued him.

"So…what's wrong with you?" she asked, looking at the celieng.

"What? Nothing's wrong with me. What's wrong with you?"

She took the bait. Alex smiled, knowing women like Meredith couldn't, or wouldn't go a second without talking about themselves. Her included. "I broke up with Derek. I think. I'm not sure. I just know I don't wanna talk to him, and that we're both avoiding each other."

Alex found himself angry. "After all you and she went through, you're just going to throw it away. Do you know how many hearts were broken just so you could have your freaking happily ever after? Do you even care?"

Meredith seemed taken aback. "Really? Are you talking about Satan? Is that who you are defending? She wasn't innocent in this either. She –"

"Is the reason Derek came here, so you should be on your knees thanking her. She gave up Derek. And all you did in return was have sex with him. Congrats Meredith. You have sunk to a new low." Inside, Alex was yelling at himself, saying he was blowing his cover, that Meredith was already upset, and yelling at her was not helping at all. He just couldn't stop himself.

He stood, and, leaving all the paperwork behind, he wrenched open the door and slammed it shut behind him, almost plowing over Addison.

"Dr. Montgomery," he said, forcing himself to take his hands off her waist, where they had seemed to fly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to um…run you over."

"It's ok, Karev. Just watch where you're going," she admonished lightly, then smiled so he would know she was joking. She seemed to come to her senses all at once, then turned and scurried away, throwing Alex a slightly scared look. He sighed and leaned against the nurses station.

Uncomfortable. Everything about the word made it uncomfortable. But that moment of silence, standing there with Dr. Mon--, Addison, made it anything but uncomfortable.