"Hey, babe," Alex greeted, wrapping an arm casually around Jo's shoulders. "How's scrubbing in with Mer been?"

"Not really sure how I feel about 'babe,' to be honest," Jo teased, looking off into the distance with false concentration. "I think 'sweetie' or 'baby doll' would suit me more, don't you think?"

"Baby doll," Alex said slowly, seeming to test out the nickname on his tongue. "I think I could deal with that."

Jo punched him lightly. "I was kidding, jackass. Call me that again, and I'll punch you harder."

Alex put a hand over his heart in shock, clearly very hurt. "I am trying so hard to come up with a nickname for you over here, while you've settled on 'Jackass?'" Alex shook his head slowly. "That's just cruel, baby doll."

Jo laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "I call 'em like I see 'em."

"Takes one to know one."

"That was weak," Jo told him, leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "I gotta go now. Grey's paging me. See you at Joe's after work? Nine o'clock?"

"You can count on it, baby doll," he promised. "But I'll be damned if I let my girlfriend go without a proper kiss." Alex suddenly flung his another arm around her neck, effectively trapping her.

Jo rolled her eyes but leaned in nonetheless, giving him a chaste kiss before beginning to pull back. However, it seemed that Alex had other ideas. Slipping a hand around her waist, he pulled her closer to him, their bodies flush against each other. His other hand went to her cheek, moving her head to the side to kiss her more deeply. He ran his tongue experimentally over her lips, and he smirked as he heard inhale sharply. The noise somehow pulled Jo from her dream-like state, causing her to detangle herself from Alex somewhat reluctantly. "Hold on there, buddy. I gave you your kiss, and now you've got to let me go. A deal's a deal."

"Fine," Alex relented, releasing her from his hold. "Love you, baby doll!"

"Love you, too, jackass!" she called over her shoulder. "You better have a good nickname for me by the time I see you at the bar!"

"Kit kat?"

"No."

"Care bear?"

"God, no."

"Love?"

"What are you, British?"

Alex smiled roguishly, tracing his finger over the rim of his beer bottle. "I still think Baby Doll's the clear winner here. How could you beat the wonderful fifty's charm it's got? The awkward possessiveness?"

Jo rolled her eyes. "I guess I'll just have to call you the nickname I came up with then."

Alex's eyes brightened with amusement. "And what might that name be?" he asked, bringing his beer bottle to his lips.

"McEasy."

Alex very nearly choked on his drink. "Mc – McEasy?"

"Hear me out, okay? I put a lot of thought into this nickname," Jo informed him. "Think about it. Derek is McDreamy, Bailey's BCB, Meredith's Medusa – basically, the only person who doesn't have a name is you! So, if you start playing off McDreamy, naturally you get McSteamy." Alex frowned slightly at the mention of Mark's old nickname. "But I decided that didn't really suit you. I mean, sure, you're a man-whore, but McSteamy implies that you've got standards, you know? And, no offense, all your standards require a pair of legs and boobs. Thus, McEasy was born."

"That's not true!" Alex protested. "I've got standards!"

Jo raised her eyebrows skeptically. "Oh, really? And what would those standards be?"

"Well, the girl's gotta be smart," he told her. "And not just semi-smart. She's gotta be quick as a whip. She needs to keep my on my toes." Alex smiled. "I think we all know that I need to be kept in line."

"Hell yes, you do."

"Let me finish, Wilson," Alex prompted. "Not only does she have to be smart, but she's gotta be understanding. She has to be able to see past the exterior and see people for who they truly are. She's gotta be kind, and beautiful, and she's gotta have one hell of a rack."

Jo laughed, taking a sip of her tequila. "And for a minute there I thought you were sweet."

"I never said 'sweet' was a standard of mine, baby doll," Alex retorted. "Otherwise, you wouldn't make the cut."

"Okay, okay, you have standards, but did you just imply that I'm not sweet?" Jo asked, a clear hint of amusement in her voice.

"Okay, I just said all these wonderful things about you, and that's what you choose to pick out?" Alex questioned, sounding disgruntled, but there was a look in Alex's eyes that betrayed his act. "That's the last time I try to be romantic."

Jo pouted. "No! I like it when you try to be romantic. It's cute. You're like a Prince Charming wannabe."

"Which would make you my princess," Alex promptly pointed out.

"I could deal with that, you know," Jo said thoughtfully. "Princess."

"You're not serious, right?" Alex said. "You nearly ripped my head off when I said that to you at the beginning of your internship!"

Jo merely shrugged. "It's grown on me, I guess."

Alex smiled mischievously. "So, I guess that would make my name Charming, after the prince himself." Jo rolled her eyes at his cockiness, particularly enjoying the way his chest puffed out in pride.

"Not so fast, Charming. You're still Jackass in my book."

"But think about it!" Alex prompted. "Princess and Charming! It'd be freaking adorable!"

"But Princess and Jackass is a bit more fitting, don't you think?" Jo teased. "The smart, understanding, kind, beautiful intern with a hell of a rack falls for the man-whore, jackass attending. It's no fairytale, but hey. It's us."

Alex took a quick swig of his beer, setting it down on the bar roughly. Leaning in, he brushed his lips against Jo's ear. "How about we get out of here and I show you how much of a fairytale we could be?"

Jo smiled, begging her body not to betray what Alex's hot breath on her neck did to her. "Show me the way, jackass."

"After you, princess."

A/N: Thanks a million for reading! Please review, favorite, follow, etc.!

I'm back! And, yes, I know it's been forever. I am so, so, so, so, *so* sorry. I've had personal stuff to deal with on top of being really busy. Plus, my computer broke, effectively deleting all my stories. But whatever. That's over now, and I'm here! :P

Just a quick note plot-wise: Because this story follows the show, I've decided that all chapters from now until the show starts up again aren't going to have any distinct plot besides fluff (like this one). Now, hear me out! There's a good reason for it! :) I figure if I continue this story and give it big plot twists and what not, it's going to be very hard for me to get it back on track once Grey's airs, which is, thankfully, not too far off from now.

So that was a very long A/N. Virtual hug if you finished it! 3

Any and all thoughts would be appreciated! I'm exciting to get writing again!