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To Forgive or Not To Forgive, That Is The Question
Part two of “Should I Stay or Should I go”
Pairing: Mark Sloan x Fem!OC
Warnings: some fluff, some angst, Mark being his usual handsome self.
Thank you for reading & Enjoy!
It had been exactly one month since Mark Sloan officially started working at Seattle Grace and honestly it has been the worst few weeks of my entire existence. My head and heart were all over the place, at war with each other whenever I saw, thought of, spoke to, or worked with Mark.
The more logical, realistic side of me was angry and hurt, betrayed that I had no choice but to work side by side on some cases with the man who had left both my daughter and I when we needed him the most. The emotional, more physical side of my brain couldn’t stop from preening whenever Mark complimented me or flirted with me. He once placed a hand on my waist to squeeze by from behind me I could swear that the entire hallway heard the how loud my fucking heart was beating.
I tried my hardest to be the bitch I needed to be to deter him. I would glare and roll my eyes, snap back and avoid Mark at all costs. But of course, somehow the largest hospital in Seattle had become smaller than your average kindergarten classroom. I couldn’t avoid Mark Sloan no matter how hard I tried.
I was currently standing at a nurses station, flipping through a chart while Callie stood next to me, signing a few papers. Cristina Yang was crunching on chips in front of us when she let out a low whistle. Callie and I turned our attention to her when she nodded her head towards the end of the hall. There Mark stood as he chatted with Derek, in scrubs and a lab coat. The men were whispering about something, and Mark let out a laugh, throwing his head back. Callie let out a breathy laugh of her own.
“Damn he’s hot,” she said, and Cristina hummed in response. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t take my eyes from Mark’s silhouette. They weren’t wrong, Mark was hot. So very fucking hot. But…he fucked up. And I couldn’t forgive him. I shouldn’t forgive him. Right?
“He’s alright, I guess. But he’s an ass,” I said nonchalantly and forced my eyes back to the chart in front of me.
Cristina snorted and continued to munch on her chips.
“Sure, but that’s a fine ass he has,” she chuckled and Callie laughed along with her, agreeing. I looked up to shush them but my eyes connected with Mark’s from across the hall and I stuttered. Make gave me his signature smile, eyes gentle, before turning back to Derek. Callie and Cristina turned around to stop themselves from giggling. Controlling my blush I closed my patients folder and slapped Callie’s arm with that same folder.
“You two are horrible. Just horrible,” I mumbled at them before I walked away.
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The day continued and Mark always seemed to be in my peripheral vision. Everywhere I went, he was there. Whether he was with a patient or chatting with one of our coworkers, Mark Sloan was never more than 40 steps away from me at any given moment.
I reached my breaking point before lunch.
“Oh for fucks sake,” I muttered to myself when I saw Mark chatting with Alex Karev, MY intern for the month. I marched to both men and cleared my throat.
“Mark, can I speak to you for a second?” I bit out, doing my best to remain civil.
“Uh yeah, sure. Of course. Karev, I’ll see you later,” Mark nodded at Alex before turning to me, a friendly smile on his face.
“Mark, what are you doing?” I sighed, tired of all the emotional whiplash. Mark looked at me, seemingly genuinely confused.
“What do you mean? Karev? I was just chatting with him-“
“No,” I cut him off. “What are you doing here, in Seattle? At this hospital? You’re one of the best plastic surgeons in the country and you had to come to the one hospital I work at?”
Mark gave me a small, sheepish smile.
“In my defense, this is the number one trauma center in the west cost and Richard Webber really did give me an offer I couldn’t refuse. But the main reason? You know the main reason, Lise. I came to apologize. What I did was wrong. So fucking wrong,” Mark sighed, and the use of a nickname I hadn’t heard in a long time did not go unnoticed by me. I let him continue.
“I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you and to our baby girl. I was young and dumb and I know that those aren’t excuses, but you have to believe me when I say that I want nothing more in this world right now than to be with you and to finally meet my daughter.” Mark’s eyes pleaded with mine and I could see the sincerity within them.
But I couldn’t bring myself to forgive him right away.
“Mark, you broke me. I was ready to start a family with you. And you just ripped my heart out and stomped on it. I…I’m not sure I can just forgive you like that,” I said, my heart clenching at the thought of us being a family again. I didn’t notice the hot tear sliding down my face until Mark’s hands cupped both of my cheeks, his thumb brushing the stray tear away.
“I’m sorry Lise. I’m so sorry baby. I will spend the rest of my entire fucking existence trying to earn your trust back, if you’ll let me. I want to do right by you and our baby girl. I know what I’m signing up for here. And I’m willing. Please, just let me try to prove myself to you. I want to be the one who makes you happy again,” Mark pleaded, his own eyes watering with desperation. I reached up and grabbed both of his wrists in my hands before staring into those beautiful blue eyes of his.
After what felt like an eternity, I nodded.
“You get ONE chance. This is it, Mark. You fuck this up and we are DONE for good. You don’t get to talk to me or see our daughter. You disappear from the fucking face of the earth and leave us alone. Do you hear me?” I said. Last time, I let logic and reasoning rule my heartbreak. This time I was willing to let emotion take over. I was still raw from the heartbreak but I guess I loved Mark Sloan more than I was willing to admit.
Mark’s eyes widened and he smiled, squeezing my face in his hands just a touch and leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes at the sensation, opening them back up once Mark had pulled away.
“You won’t be disappointed baby, I promise.”
Part Three…? ;)
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𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗬'𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗬 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧!
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☁️ 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙. 💌: 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗟 𝗙𝗔𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘. 🌑: 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗦. 🌶️: 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧.
𝗙𝗔𝗡 𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.
𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗘, 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙮 🌶️ 🌑 💌
𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.
𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞.
𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠,
𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠
𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞.
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐅!𝐎𝐂
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘗𝘛𝘚𝘋, 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 - 𝘧&𝘮 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘧&𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, & 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘳𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 - 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 & 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵. 𝟭𝟴 + 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬.
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Hey F 26. Looking for Rp partner who are 18+ I’m looking for the following characters to write against my female oc’s.
•mark sloan
•derek shepherd
• Philip ‘lip’ Gallagher
All I ask is that your literate and give 2+ paragraphs!
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#roleplay#shameless rp#shameless#shameless roleplay#lip gallagher x oc#derek shepherd x oc#mark sloan x oc#grey’s anatomy rp#grey’s anatomy roleplay
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My favourite tv trope:
Man whore just desperate for a family
#evan buckley x oc#kelly severide#alex karev#Steve Harrington#mark sloan#greys anatomy#911#911 fox#stranger things#chicago fire
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#ouat rumple#ouat rumplestilskin x reader#rumple x reader#rumplestilskin x reader#robb stark x oc#robb stark x reader#erik lehnsherr x reader#erik lenhsherr x reader#mark sloan x reader
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Where We Might End Up - Lexie Grey x OC fanfic Chapter 9: The McHell Week: The Blue Corner
Three days had passed since the merger between Seattle Grace and Mercy West. The only people thrilled with the merger were Richard, Callie, and the Mercy West hospital staff. Seattle Grace personnel, specifically its surgical residents, felt threatened. Looking at the orange scrubs-wearing residents, they came up with a plan. - To take all the surgeries from them as they can.
On her first day, Callie felt ecstatic. Working back at Seattle Grace meant being close to both her girlfriend and her best friend. As the days went on, Callie had understood why Derek dreaded the merger. Before, she assumed he was just overreacting. -The fact that the merger was Richard's idea. Callie, then, had been pissed at Derek. Callie had considered the merger a blessing, but after working for three days with these maniacal surgical residents competing for surgeries, the blessing was quickly turning into a curse. The ecstasy she felt was now coming down.
Morning
Hospital Lobby
Alex and Charles were scheduled on Callie's service. The two residents quarreled about who's going to hold the charts. - A typical day now when the residents fight over for just holding the charts. Callie narrowed her eyes, staring blankly away from the two residents arguing in front of her. She rolled her eyes as she turned towards the counter, reaching for the charts. As their voices grew louder, Callie got more annoyed. She gave charts on both residents, slamming it on their hands. Callie gave them a challenge – whoever determined the better diagnosis gets to be in the surgery with her. If no one got it right, she'll do the surgery alone.
Callie narrowed her eyes in frustration as she walked with them through the lobby. Maybe she should not have started that little competition. It was still morning, but Callie's energy for the day was already at a dangerous limit. The residents got more winded. And it's more annoying, more frustrating, and more exhausting. Callie sighed heavily, trying to walk faster now, keeping the two residents away from her. At least now, she's not hearing those two argue for the nth time.
Eric went inside the hospital, carrying his overnight bag. Two days before the merger, he went to LA for a consult - a personal request from Addison Montgomery. Eric would have been back at Seattle during the merger, but he stayed a couple of days more. His phone rang on his last day - a phone call from Derek Shepherd, asking him when he'll be back.
Eric stopped as he saw Callie walked past the lobby floor with Alex and someone wearing an orange scrub.
Callie turned towards Eric. It was a while before she realized that it's Eric, beaming at her. As she recognized her friend, her narrowed eyes relaxed and widened. Her grouchy face went calm. Callie grinned widely, copying him.
Callie ran towards Eric, leaving behind the two residents.
"Welcome back!" Callie greeted as she stood in front of him.
"What did I miss?" He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, glancing at the orange absurdness behind Callie.
Callie followed his stare leading to the two residents. She groaned, "Uh... Merger? Ring any bell?" Callie looked back at Eric. Her mouth slacked and eyes widened. Eric tilted his head and pursed his lips, trying to remember, "What?! Are you kidding me?"
He smiled tentatively and grew as the answer sank in, "Fuckin' hell! Yes," He laughed and stifled it, noticing Callie's reaction, "I don't - sorry. Just -" Eric stared at Callie as she frowned, crossing her arms. "I need to go change. Derek's been ringing me nuts since LA... thinking I might abandon him for Addison." He chuckled, "You're busy. I'll leave you to it, then."
Callie yanked him back as he walked away, "Don't leave me with these fools," She turned around and pointed at the two residents, "You two, go find something to do at the pit!" She yelled. She faced Eric, plucking the bag off his hand.
"But you said we're..." Charles yelled back. Callie cut him off.
"Leave those charts at the nurses' station," She stressed, pulling Eric beside her and holding his arm as they walk together. Eric chuckled as he walked with Callie.
Attendings' Lounge
"Look who's back," Callie singsonged as they went inside the lounge. Derek looked at the door as they made in. Callie moved towards the couch and relaxed.
"How's LA?" Derek inquired, glancing behind as he poured the coffee in his mug.
Eric stared at Derek as he responded, "Un–ee-ventful," Eric turned away and moved towards his locker.
"Hmmm," Derek paused. "not what I heard..." Derek continued with a smirk.
Eric darted at him and asked, "Addie told on you?" He put his bag inside the locker.
"No. Sam Bennett told me," Derek answered, staring at Callie. Callie resolved to remain silent and to keep her regular teasing at a minimum towards Eric. He just came back from LA. Callie won't tease him - not yet. Derek smiled at the sight.
"Damn it! Sam," Eric murmured.
Derek stepped closer to Callie to ask why she's being quiet, "Hmmm," He uttered as he waited for her to say anything, but Callie sat quietly at the couch, massaging her temple.
"Don't." She warned, raising her index finger in front of him, "I'm having my peace and quiet here, Derek," Callie continued, leaning back in a more comfortable position, resting her head on the sofa and closing her eyes.. Derek held his hands up in surrender as he stepped backward.
Eric asked, facing his locker, "Where are the charts?"
"Lexie has them," Derek answered, staring at Callie. He looked at Eric and went on, "She has them. I asked her to assist you so... you know."
Eric narrowed his eyes and shook his head as he replied, "No, I don't know," Eric paused arching an eyebrow as he pondered. Eric's mouth fell open as he realized what Derek meant, "Unbelievable." Eric turned back and looked at Derek as he walked out of the lounge, "I-I am nice," He added as he followed Derek. "I have been nice!" Eric exclaimed, leaning on the doorway and craning his neck as Derek walked along the hall. Eric paused and breathed in. He went back inside the lounge and looked at Callie smiling at him, amused, "No one really noticed?"
Callie snorted, "I'll believe it when I see it," She spoke. Callie stood up and poured herself coffee from the coffeemaker. She can feel Eric's stare. Callie glanced behind her, seeing him narrowing his eyes at her, "W-what?!"
"Doesn't take you long, huh?" Eric added as he walked inside the shower room to change.
Callie chortled as she faced the counter.
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Lexie stepped in front the attending's lounge, carrying the charts for Derek's patients - Now, Eric's patients. Lexie saw Derek on the way, informing her that Eric was inside the lounge. She didn't know what to do - if she'll wait for him outside or go in. She fidgeted in front of the door before deciding to open it. This was the first time she went inside the lounge. So she slowly walked in, feeling like she was barging into someone else's room. She hoped that there were no attendings inside - except for the one she's looking for, of course. She went in and saw Callie.
Callie stared at Lexie as she looked around, searching for the neurosurgeon, "Hey Lexie," Callie said.
"Hi... uhm... Have you seen..." Callie pointed at the shower room, "Oh - okay. I'll..." Lexie staggered to go in further. She was nervous. This will be the first time she'll work with Eric after George's funeral. She was avoiding him then - after Eric drove her home. After that, her father got hospitalized and Eric left for LA. There were no chances of them interacting or working together, not until Derek asked Eric to cover for him. Timely, she was scheduled on Neuro.
Lexie stood at the door, thinking about what she would tell him.
"Dr. Shepherd asked me to work with you... We've been working for this patient for..." She whispered to herself, "No. I... I'm not avoiding you, I'm just too busy..." She chuckled, "... no I... I'm not saying that..."
Callie looked at her as she noticed Lexie talking to herself. Lexie stopped as she saw Callie looking at her. Callie went back to face the counter, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.
"Coffee?" Callie offered.
Lexie looked up at Callie, "No. Thank you," She smiled.
Eric went out of the shower room and walked towards his locker to put his clothes in. He didn't notice Lexie standing at the door. Lexie stood straight, clenching at the charts as she anticipated his reaction. Callie cleared her throat, trying to get his attention.
"Honestly, you two..." Eric paused as he neatly put on his white coat, fastening in his pens and pager.
Callie cleared her throat louder, gritting her teeth. She stopped as Lexie looked at her. Callie stepped forward awkwardly, acting like she was supposed to move closer to Eric. Callie tried again to get his attention, now quietly exclaiming, "Eric!"
Eric put his phone inside his pocket as he turned around, "'believe it when I see it' my arse..." He stopped and noticed Lexie, "Dr. Grey," Eric glared at Callie. Callie sighed in defeat.
"Not my fault, dumbass," Callie muttered as she went back at the counter, picking up her mug and taking a sip of the coffee.
Lexie breathed in, as she saw Eric. Taking quite a long time before she breathed out, Her shoulders tensed. "Hi..." She exhaled as she spoke. She paused and turned her head towards her shoulder. She shook her head in embarrassment.
Eric glanced at Callie and back at Lexie. "Are those the charts?" He paused, "Okay," He then smiled at Lexie. He turned around to get his stethoscope.
Callie turned just in time to see Eric smiling, making her almost spit the coffee in her mouth. While Lexie blinked her eyes repeatedly, and furrowed her eyebrows. Callie and Lexie glanced at each other, before looking back at the neurosurgeon.
"Let's go?" He continued.
Lexie shook her head as she walked out. Lexie can't believe what she just witnessed. She's too confused about what's happening that she forgot about her little speech she prepared.
Eric glanced at Callie as she whispered, "You look weird," Eric narrowed his eyes at her as he followed Lexie.
Three days later
Lexie and Eric had been working together for two days, as per Derek's directive. - This would be the last day. Lexie thought that it would be difficult, knowing Eric and his ways of making her suffer, but as she spent an hour, a couple, then a day, two days; She realized that Eric Keaton - the bully who would always look down at her and punish her, was being kind to her and teaching her. Sure he's still sarcastic, arrogant, and direct like he was, but something was different now. - Apart from him smiling. She couldn't tell what, but she wondered if Eric would stay being nice to her now, or is he just planning something, she just didn't know it yet.
Hospital Cafeteria
Alex went towards the table where Cristina, Izzie and Lexie were. He slammed the tray as he sat beside Izzie.
"Bigfoot's at it again. He's hounding my surgery with Dr. Sloan," Alex said.
"Dr. Bailey put me in the clinic. Well, figures," Izzie said as she looked at her fork full of salad. She took a bite and looked in front of her. She got a glimpse of Lexie, staring out. Izzie paused and pointed her now empty fork at her before adding, "So..." She glanced at her plate, then back at Lexie, "How's working with Keaton? You seemed... quiet. Are you okay? Is he being immature or arrogant or whatnot?" Izzie went on, "Well, you can't complain, right? Among the people at this table, you're the only one who've seen the inside of the OR this week."
Cristina glared at Lexie and stated, "Lucky!" Cristina paused, "God, I should've pushed working with McDevil again."
Izzie glanced at Lexie as she remained gawking. Her attention was off elsewhere. Izzie glanced at Cristina. Cristina slowly chewed her food as she noticed Izzie gesturing her head at Lexie. "What?" Cristina mouthed. Izzie widened her eyes and gestured again. Cristina looked at Lexie beside her, eyebrow arched.
"Earth to Little Grey? Hello?" Cristina waved her hands in front of Lexie's face.
"Uhm, yes?" Lexie shook her head, glancing at Cristina, "Yes. Yes." Then she looked away.
Alex had been following their discussion as he ate his lunch, that when Lexie finally answered incoherently, he stopped eating. - He knew something's up. He looked up, curling his eyebrows as he, Izzie and Cristina followed Lexie's stare, leading them to towards Eric.
Alex glanced back at the second-year resident biting her lower lip and looking pensive, "She's being tortured, all right." Alex added.
"No. I'm not." Lexie finally spoke a clear thought. "He's..."
"... mean?" Alex went on.
"... arrogant?" Cristina stressed.
"... an ass?" Izzie implied.
Lexie had been commenting regularly about her terrible impression towards the neurosurgeon since the first day, that they already memorized it.
"... smiling... like actually smiling... at me," Lexie corrected.
The three looked at Lexie, not believing what she claimed. The first few months when Eric was the shiny new object Richard brought at the hospital to do an innovative surgery, they sought him like a god. But then, when he worked at Seattle Grace, their perception towards him changed. Izzie realized Eric was just like Mark Sloan when he's treating them- the interns then- as an object. But, unlike Mark, he's teaching - in his own way. Alex had experienced Eric's way of teaching. Cristina simply cared for the once in a lifetime surgeries Eric's name were bringing at the hospital.
As for Lexie's experience with McDevil - the nickname they finally used after George's death, when they endured his Hell month. Izzie was confused why among the interns, Lexie had been the only intern who had endured most of his bad characteristics. Izzie assumed then that Eric had been doing it on purpose. She planned on knowing why.
Cristina snorted a laugh, "McDevil doesn't know how to smile," Cristina peered at Alex as she added, "You should be his resident."
Alex glared at Cristina, "Yeah, why is that?"
Izzie faked a cough and said, "Evil spawn."
"He called me an imbecile for repeating his question," Alex said, "I didn't hear him because your intern had been yapping with his girlfriend behind me, and I get to be called an imbecile. Steve's the imbecile, not me." He added, leaning towards Cristina.
Cristina pondered for a minute then retorted, "Well. I kinda agree with him - you being an imbecile, I mean...," Cristina cackled with laughter as Alex made faces at her. Alex leaned back to his seat.
"Maybe you should be on his service, since you kinda agree with him," Alex countered.
Izzie uttered, "She already did. And Keaton kicked her out of his service not the other way around."
"Oh, right. I heard about that. Look at you, not even the devil can stand you," Alex blurted.
"I'm a badass," Cristina added, pointing her two index finger at herself.
"Yeah. a badass orderly," Alex mocked Cristina.
"Nurse," Cristina mocked back.
"I guess you're the only one who can stand him?" Izzie said to Lexie, "apart from Meredith... and George..." She looked at Lexie and asked, "He's friends with George, right? It must be torture."
Lexie sat straight, "Well, it won't be long now 'til the devil tortures me again," She spoke louder looking away, crossing her arms.
"What? Who?" April asked as she passed by, holding takeaway food. She thought Lexie was talking to her.
"You should eat. We only have a few minutes here," Jackson told April. Jackson pulled her away from the Seattle Grace residents.
"Yeah right, walk away, Mercy Westers," Cristina blurted, gesturing him to move away. Jackson and April went out of the cafeteria. Cristina watched them hurried out, "I think we should hurry up, too," Cristina added, keeping her eyes on the Mercy West group.
- - - - -
Eric saw Cristina's group as they sat at the table. He had been glancing at the group as he felt unusually conscious. - Not realizing that Lexie had been staring at him for a while. Arizona noticed him tuning out and in to their conversation.
"What? what? Where are you? Hello?" Arizona called on Eric.
"I'm just..." Eric halted, shaking his head, "Nothing," He continued to eat apple slices.
Arizona traced his stare. She looked behind her and noticed Lexie a few tables behind them. Arizona smiled cheekily at Eric, raising her eyebrows playfully.
"What?!" Eric asked, "You're weird... stop it."
"You checking at little Grey, huh?"
"It's not what you think?" Eric looked back at his food.
"Uhmm-Hmmm, I heard you're being nice?" Arizona leaned closer at Eric with a playful smirk.
"It's not what you think," Eric repeated. He stood up and picked up his tray, placing it by the bins. Eric headed towards the exit.
- - - - -
"You're staring. Stop staring!" Cristina exclaimed at Lexie, "...Kinda creepy," She added.
"I'm not staring!" Lexie replied, facing Cristina, "I'm just... Oop! He's standing up," Lexie faced away, "Just act normal." She hissed.
Izzie shook her head as she continued to eat. Cristina looked at Lexie with an arched brow, "That's normal?" Cristina uttered. Lexie continued stuffing her face with food.
Alex glanced at Lexie and then looked at Eric. He had a mischievous look on his face as he took a sip from his drink and stood up, "Dr. Keaton!"
Lexie watched Alex as he stood up. She realized Alex was up to something, "No- no!" Lexie quietly exclaimed and reached for Alex, straining her hand to pull Alex back at their table. Izzie chuckled at how silly Lexie looked.
Cristina blurted out as she ate her fries, "This is gonna be good." Watching Lexie and Alex. Izzie agreed and nodded in anticipation.
Eric looked at Alex as he called him.
Alex continued calling Eric until Eric noticed him. Alex stood with his hands inside his coat pocket. Lexie kept reaching, pulling at his coat. Alex pulled his coat off Lexie's grasp. Lexie lost her grip, and she awkwardly fell from her seat to the floor.
Eric hesitated at first before he walked towards Alex. He peeked back at Arizona, who was not looking before he walked towards the group.
Lexie hastily rose up as she saw a pair of legs under the table. She recognized those argyle socks anywhere. She crashed back on the chair and immediately stuffed herself with her lunch, looking away. Her coat was rumpled. She struggled to fixed her coat and unkept hair as Eric settled in front of Alex. Lexie acted like she was not just on the floor sprawled. She continued gobbling food.
Alex panicked as he didn't think about what to do once he got Eric's attention. He just needed him to walk closer to tease Lexie. He never realized that the attending would really walk towards them. Now, Eric's standing in front of him, hands crossed over his chest, awaiting his question, "so the - uhm - procedure you're gonna do later with Dr. Sloan would be..." Alex continued to outline the procedure, stammering.
Eric raised an eyebrow and grimaced as he listened to Alex. Eric glanced at the group. He peeked at Cristina who looked at him and Alex while her head remained lowered towards her plate. He then looked at Izzie who was suppressing a laugh. As Izzie saw Eric looking at her, she greeted Eric with a smile.
"... I-I just really find the procedure very - uhm, excellent," Alex scratched his head, cringing at his choice of word. - Excellent? His sweat started to bead on his temple. Alex was nervous. - imbecile. Eric faced Alex as he finished his statement.
"Dr. Karev," Eric interrupted him, "If you have the time to kiss ass, you have the time to check the patient," He implied.
"No - I'm just saying..." Alex tried to explain. Eric gestured at the exit. Alex growled, stepping out of the cafeteria. His plan backfired.
Eric looked back at the table and spotted Lexie stuffing her face with food, "Dr. Grey?"
"Mmmm.. Mmmm," Lexie grumbled without looking. She thought she could express a hello towards the attending, but nothing came out but mumble.
"O-kay," He uttered, shaking his head as he looked away. Eric looked at both Cristina and Izzie and smiled at them, "Doctors." Cristina stared at him and watched as he stepped away. Her mouth gaping as she couldn't believe the sarcastic devil smiled towards them.
Lexie sighed and sat more comfortably on her chair. Cristina chuckled right after he turned around and left the cafeteria.
Izzie slapped Cristina on her arm, "What?" She blurted, brushing her arm where Izzie whacked her. She chuckled as she asked Lexie, facing her, "Lexie Grey, what did you do to him?"
The Next Day - Morning
Surgical Wing
Callie and Arizona walked along the halls of the surgical wing. Arizona checked her phone as they walked.
"How's... Eric and... his resident ?" Callie asked.
"I heard they're getting along well," Arizona responded as she scanned her phone, smiling.
Not the response Callie thought she would hear. Callie's shoes screeched as she tripped with her foot, staring at Arizona with disbelief, "Really?" She chuckled, "...I mean..." She laughed, " Really?! "
Arizona peered at Callie, still holding her phone. Arizona looked back at her phone as Callie continued walking beside her, putting her hands inside her coat pockets.
Callie pondered as she asked, "He really is being nice, huh?"
"And he's in a great mood all week," Arizona added.
Callie's eyebrows propped up as she had a thought. She stopped.
Arizona noticed her. Arizona stopped walking, turned to look at Callie and asked, "What?"
"Do you think he and Grey...?" Callie trailed.
Arizona tilted her head to the side as she pondered, "Well..." She chuckled anxiously.
Callie's eyes widened with curiosity as her girlfriend stammered, "What... what?!" Callie paused as Arizona walked away from her. Callie followed her, "Oh no no no... You know something... just say it...come on!"
"I don't okay," Arizona walked faster, "Not officially..." Arizona uttered. Callie heard it and stopped Arizona, pulling her by the arm. She groaned as she faced Callie, "It's just a thought really... I've known him and..."
"And what?" Callie asked.
Arizona looked away, trying to find words to tell Callie her hunch without her jumping to conclusions that may or may not be true. Arizona stared away and then noticed Mark walking out of the supply room.
"Is that?..." Arizona paused and was about to call Mark but Callie stopped her.
"What," Callie said, turning towards where Arizona's looking at. She saw Mark walking away, "Oh, it's just Mark..." looking back at Arizona, " Come on! We have more pressing matters than Mark's flavor of the month."
"20 says the nurse at the pit," Arizona claimed.
Callie shook her head as she turned back to Arizona, "Are we betting on this now?" She chuckled.
"O-kay," Callie shook her head as she continued, "the resident from Mercy West...one with short hair... okay? happy" Arizona beamed at her.
The both of them waited for the girl to come out of the supply room. "oh wait," Callie uttered as the door clicked open. Both of them looked at the door, breath hitched and shoulders were tense. Their tensed shoulders went limp as they saw they're both wrong - Lexie Grey went out of the supply room, looking on both sides as she walked out and closed the door.
"Well..." Callie uttered.
"When did that happen?" Arizona blurted out.
"Well... there goes our 'more pressing matters'," Callie said, looking at her girlfriend as Arizona continued to stare away.
Residents' Lounge
The chief resident posted the rotation schedule for that day. Each resident coming in looked at the board for their schedules. April Kepner walked towards the bulletin as she scanned the schedule, leaning in as she checked on her friends' schedule as well; mouthing the words as she read.
Jackson walked inside the lounge. April noticed him.
"Hey! you're in Neuro!" April said to Jackson as he stepped beside her and looked at the board as well.
"Hmmm. Not just me..." Jackson uttered as he walked away from the board and towards his locker. April furrowed her eyes as she looked at him. She turned back at the board and searched for that schedule he pointed at.
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Lexie rushed in the lounge, gaining a look on all the residents inside - both Mercy Westers and Seattle Grace residents, alike. Her hair was disheveled and her shirt was buttoned wrong.
"Good...morning?" Cristina greeted Lexie, following her with a stare as Lexie stepped by the lockers, pushing Alex's legs away as she walked by.
"Hey!" Alex exclaimed. He kissed Izzie before walking out of the lounge.
Izzie sat beside Cristina as she whispered to her, "Does she know?" Cristina shrugged. Izzie went towards the locker beside Lexie's and leaned on it. She glanced at Lexie as she opened her mouth to asked something. Lexie looked at Izzie. Izzie let out a smile as she said, "Hi."
Lexie looked at her as she continued to change, "What is it?"
"You saw the schedule, right?" Izzie asked as Lexie sat and wore her scrub top.
Lexie stopped as she turned to look at Izzie. Her eyebrows arched up as she waited for Izzie to continue. Lexie looked behind her where the schedule was pinned. She stood up and walked towards the board, fixing her top on the way. She scanned the schedule, looking for her name. Her finger stopped as she saw her name with "Neurosurgery" beside it.
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Once again, on my knees 😂😂😂 I wanna do a greys anatomy Rp. With my oc, either against Derek or Mark!. It will be f (me) x m. There will be romance, drama and angst!. I love detail and giving paragraphs, 2 minimum. I can play female cannon characters. I know it’s a hard ask but hey!.
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Romeo & Juliet [Part 2]
Pairing: Jacob Black x OC!Swan
Word Count: 1616
Part 1 Part 3
Author's Note
I changed a few things to better fit the story. Jacob will be a year younger than Bella. Bella's friends are semi-different than how they are portrayed in the books/movies. Sam and Leah were never in a relationship. Imprinting on children is not a thing. Hope you enjoy the story and sorry it took so long to write the second part of this.
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Sloan and her sister used to be best friends. They were two peas in a pod, but ever since the move to Forks, her strange fascination with the Cullen boy, and the start of her relationship with Edward, their relationship has dwindled.
Bella became more distant and secretive. Sloan understood that a relationship meant change and less time for the two of them, but she didn’t think the relationship would take priority over everything. Bella was in love, that was certain, but she left no time for friends or family. Edward was her world. There was no place for anyone else. Not their dad, their mother, Sloan, or even herself.
Sloan did miss the relationship they used to have. Tranquil car rides to school, mindless arguments over their favorite classic literature, and the late-night talks they used to have. Sloan never realized how meaningful those things used to be until they were gone. It all went away as soon as Edward came into their lives.
Their eighteenth birthday came and went, and Bella was more frantic than ever. The reason? Sloan had no clue. Sloan didn’t know much about Bella these days. She does know Bella was quiet after her birthday party at the Cullen’s house. Something happened, and whatever it was rocked Bella. The days that followed were marked by an absence of the Cullen family, and it barely went unnoticed by everyone except Bella. Bella felt lost without them, but most importantly Edward. Unfortunately for Sloan and her father, they would both come to realize the extent of Bella’s dependence of the Cullens.
Sloan tried to be empathetic towards her sister. She had never been through a breakup herself, but normal heartache does not leave a person lifeless and empty. She had imagined how their first heartbreak would entail, watching sappy romance movies and eating ridiculous amounts of ice cream, it was nothing like this. She had never imagined a boy would leave her sister like a lifeless doll.
Bella would mindlessly stare out her window, day in and day out, as if waiting for Edward to save her from her isolation. It was a lost cause, however, as he and his family moved away and Bella was left with the memories of what once was.
Every night in the Swan’s residence is plagued with the screams of her sister. A good night’s rest was a luxury now and both Sloan and her father felt the effects of the lack of sleep.
“Bella.” Sloan began as she found her sister in the same place as when she left her. “Do you want to go hang out with our friends? We’re going to La Push again. They miss you.” Bella had completely shut down after the breakup. She resembled a lifeless doll waiting for a child to find it and play with it. She spent her days waiting for Edward to come back.
“I miss him.” Her voice was barely a croak. Her lips bleeding slightly as she had not drank the water Sloan had left on her desk.
Sloan sighed. Edward was not worth this. “This isn’t normal, Bella. You need help.” She’ll need to bring up therapy to her father. Bella couldn’t keep living this this. Maybe a change a scenery would be helpful as well.
“I need him.”
“No you don’t.” Bella liked to believe in soulmates. It was a frequent topic of arguments between the two. She believes there is one person for everyone and finding that person is magical and sacred. Sloan should’ve known that Bella would’ve considered Edward as hers.
Sloan didn’t believe in soulmates. The idea that out of thousands of people there is only one that is just right. That seems implausible. “Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Bella stayed silent. Sloan walked out of Bella’s room silently, closing the door on her way out.
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“How’s Bella?” Mike asked as they unloaded the cooler filled with refreshments. Eric and Jessica went ahead and found a respectable spot, while Angela went to snap a few pictures of the ocean waves.
“Not good.” Sloan mentions. “I don’t think staying in Forks is helping either. Maybe there’s too many memories of him.”
“He really messed her up, didn’t he?” Mike has never seen anyone take a breakup as hard as Bella. He had seen tears split over the loss of a relationship or an occasional screaming match between old lovers, but never something like that.
It made him reevaluate the relationship between Bella and Edward. They were too attached. Too obsessed with each other.
He remembered a conversation he’d had with Bella when her newfound relationship became public. He warned her about the way Edward watched her, as if he were a lion eyeing his prey. It may have come off as disdain. He had liked Bella before Edward dug his claws into her, and maybe the disdain part was true to some extent, but Bella had to know the way Edward stalked her when she wasn’t looking. If only he had voiced his observations more.
Sloan nodded. She really needed to have a conversation with her father. Bella needs help that they are not qualified to give. Mike and Sloan went silent as they carried the cooler to the beach. Jessica and Eric had placed the inflatable pools in a half circle. All three of the inflatable pools were heart-shaped. Angela thought it would be a better idea than bringing a beach blanket.
They watched the waves crash onto the beach as they spoke about their aspirations for the future. High school was coming to an end. Much faster than any of them had anticipated. There was a whole world outside of their small town. Were they ready? Were they prepared? They had no clue, but they’ll take it one step at a time.
The group of friends didn’t see the sulking boy wander closer towards them. The conversation ended abruptly as a familiar name was called out: “Sloan?”
They all turned to the boy. “Jacob?” Sloan hadn’t spoken to Jacob since he and his father came to watch the game with her dad. They were both busy with friends and school. They hadn’t found time for each other. “Are you okay?”
“Not really.” He stuffed his hands in the pockets of his shorts.
“Do you want to join?” Sloan offered, “We were just about to crack open a few soda cans and talk about our deepest, darkest secrets.”
The others laughed, and even Jacob cracked a smile. “I don’t want to impose.”
“Not imposing if you’re invited.” Mike chimed in.
“Come on.” Sloan motioned for Jacob to join her. “We brought extra, and it would be rude if you didn’t help us finish our snacks.”
Jacob joined her awkwardly, snacking on the chocolate-covered strawberry Sloan offered him.
“We were just talking about summer plans. Do you have anything planned yet?” Summer was months away, and their graduation was on the horizon. They wanted to do something memorable and fun.
“Not yet.” He admitted. He would probably do the same things as always. Hang out with Embry and Quil, and take care of his father.
“We were thinking about planning a road trip after graduation.” Angela said, “Would you like to join? We wouldn’t want Sloan to be the fifth wheel.”
Jacob was taken aback by the invitation. They didn’t know him on a personal level, and yet they were so kind to him. It might’ve had something to do with him being friends with Sloan.
“Yeah, you should come, man.” Eric said.
“It’ll be fun.” Jessica replied.
Jacob didn’t know what to say. “I don’t know. Maybe?” He needed time to think.
“When we come up with a game plan, we’ll let you know, and then you can decide.” Sloan placed her hand on his shoulder. “There’s no rush.”
Jacob nodded before the conversation shifted once again. Sloan’s friends were nice. They made him feel welcomed. They included him in their conversations, even when he had little to say.
As the day turned to night, the group of friends plus one started packing their things. “See you at school, Sloan.” Jessica waved goodbye as she entered Mike’s car. “It was nice meeting you, Jacob.”
Jacob nodded. “You too.”
“Let me know when you make it back home, Sloan.” Mike said.
“I will.” She replied as she and Jacob entered her car. They watched as her friends drove off.
“Do you want to talk about it?” She interjected.
Jacob began, “I have this friend—well, I had a friend—Sam, and he disappeared for a while. He didn’t tell anyone where he was going. He didn’t call anyone to tell us if he was okay. He came back today, and it was like he was a complete stranger. I could barely recognize him.”
“We’ve known each other all our lives, and he changed so suddenly. He said it would be best if we weren’t friends anymore. That it was 'safer' for me to stay away. What does that mean? Is he in trouble? I want to be there for him. Why doesn’t he want me to be there for him?”
“Jacob,” Sloan said, reaching for his hand and gently rubbing it. “Sometimes people want to get through their problems alone. It has nothing to do with you, but more with him. Maybe he feels like a burden and doesn’t want to pile his problems on you. Maybe he needs to take some time for himself—find himself. Maybe one day he’ll explain everything once the dust settles.”
“I just want to be there for my friend.” He says, “I never thought we would go on without each other.”
Masterlist
#jacob black#twilight angela#twilight eric#the twilight saga#twilight saga#original character#oc!swan#twilight mike#twilight jessica#jacob black x reader#twilight bella#bella swan#edward cullen#twilight edward#twilight fanfiction#Twilight fanfic#twilight oneshot
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Hot Buns
A random snippet into the lives of Annalise & Mark Sloan. Technically a part 2.5? Let me know what you think & thank you for reading 🤗
Pairing: Mark Sloan x Fem!Reader
Warnings: allusions to smut but no actual smut, sickeningly sweet fluff
To anyone who didn’t know Mark Sloan or Annalise Grey-Sloan, life at Seattle Grace was the same as it had been for the past few months. The ex-couple decided to give their relationship a try once more, with Annalise having gone so far as forgiving Mark and allowing him to take her out on a few dates.
No one picked up on the innocent flirting between the two; the looks and giggles shared, the secret touches whenever they stood in the same vicinity. No one had ANY idea of their little rendezvous in the on call rooms. Or at least, that’s what Mark and Annalise thought.
“So are they going to eye fuck each other the entire time or are we going to actually learn something today?” Alex Karev grunted, standing off to the side as Mark and Annalise “discussed” the case they were working on together. Cristina and Meredith rolled their eyes at him.
“Well I for one think it’s great that they’re speaking again. Little Jolie deserves to have both of her parents happy,” Meredith shrugged, smiling to herself at the sound of her sister’s giggle at whatever the “plastics God” said to her.
“I agree with Mer. A less angry Annalise means more surgeries for me to scrub in on. So if McSteamy wants to McGet-It-On with her, I’m all for it. I’ll even buy her condoms if she wants,” Cristina said cheerfully, not noticing the power couple creeping up behind her. Annalise cleared her throat.
“Well thank you for that, Dr Yang. I’ll keep that in mind. Are we good to start rounds or would you prefer I gave you details on which condoms I prefer for your future reference?” The brunette asked, an eyebrow raised playfully at Cristina and her sister. Annalise didn’t care about what was said about her when it came from friends, and she loved to torment interns as much as she could. Cristina had enough sense to blush and look away while Alex snickered before Mark called out to him.
“Oi, Karev! Let’s get a move on, these patients won’t heal themselves!” He barked, making his way down the hall but not before winking at Annalise.
Anna smiled, and rolled her eyes playfully at the intern who immediately followed after Mark. Her smile lingered a little too long on his retreating form, and when she turned back to Meredith and Christina, she couldn’t escape their teasing smirks.
“Wipe those grins off your faces,” Annalise scoffed, walking around them and doing her best to ignore the heat trying to creep up her face.
“Well you two look close,” Meredith teased, her signature smile on her face. Christina snorted in agreement.
“Close is an understatement. Sloan’s one step away from sticking his tongue down her throat with every passing longing glance,” she said dramatically as they stopped outside the patient’s room. Anna genuinely laughed at that, resulting in the patient, Mark and Alex to look over at the three doctors who stood by the door.
“Sorry Mrs Sheffield, I’m Doctor Grey-Sloan. These are my interns, Doctor Grey and Doctor Yang. I’ll be assisting Doctor Sloan with your procedure. I’ll be in charge of making sure your heart doesn’t give out while Doctor Sloan works on the external repairs on your abdomen while removing that superficial tumor and patching you up as good as new. I promise you, you’re in great hands,” Annalise reassured the patient gently, reaching over and giving her hand a squeeze. The older woman smiled back kindly and looked between Annalise and Mark, the latter already standing off to the side and prepping a game plan with Karev.
“You said your name was Grey-Sloan? Any relation to the stud?” Mrs Sheffield nodded towards Mark unabashedly, her voice hushed. Anna’s smile widened.
“Mhmm, he’s my husband.”
“Oh you’re one lucky girl. If I were 30 years younger I’d be climbing him like a tree. Do you see the buns on him? Oh the way I’d like to give’em a quick squeeze,” Mrs Sheffield went on, her voice not as hushed as she thought. Annalise chucked and noticed the tips of Mark’s ears slowly turning a light shade of red.
“Alright Mrs Sheffield, let’s keep that heart rate down,” Annalise teased. “We’ll be back later to get you prepped for surgery. In the meantime, Grey, please make sure we have an OR booked and Yang, please get Mrs Sheffield ready with the pre-surgical team. Karev, please follow up with pathology one final time about Mrs Sheffield’s most recent blood tests so we can confirm we’re good to start on time. ”
Christina, Meredith and Alex nodded and stepped out of the room to get started on their tasks immediately. Before Anna could make it out the door however, she heard Mark yelp. She turned around and found Mark rubbing his backside as he scurried out of the room, Mrs Sheffield winking at her and smirking to herself while rubbing her hands together. “I’ve still got it!” She cheered, and Mark pulled a tittering Annalise out the door with him.
“That was not funny, I feel violated and objectified,” Mark whined, his grip gentle on Annalise’s elbow, pulling her with him down the hall and around the corner. Anna’s chuckles broke into a full on belly laugh at Mark’s flushed face. They stopped walking, and Anna used the wall behind her as support while she laughed.
“You should have seen your face!” She giggled. Mark, who was thoroughly embarrassed, found his gaze softening at the sight of his wife laughing wholeheartedly. And yes while it was at his expense, he wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. He rolled his eyes, playfully annoyed, a smile playing on his lips as her own giggles were infectious.
“Are you done?” He asked, crossing his arms as he looked down at her.
Anna did her best to stop laughing, biting her lip and looking up at Mark with a somewhat innocent expression. Mark felt his heart flutter at the sight of her.
“I’m good, I’m good. God it’s been so long since I laughed like that,” she sighed, smiling brightly. Mark smiled back and shook his head.
“Yeah, and it took me being assaulted by an elderly woman squeezing my ass for you to laugh that hard. You’re welcome,” Mark sassed. Annalise quirked an eyebrow teasingly at him.
“You weren’t complaining when I was the one squeezing your ass in the on call room earlier…” she said, lowering her voice as she looked up at him coyly, daring him to play along.
Mark’s eyebrows shot up in surprise before he immediately collected himself and reacted accordingly, smirking while bringing his right arm up and above Anna, bracing it on the wall behind her. His other arm reached towards her, his hand engulfing her waist as he stepped closer to her, caging her between the wall and himself. What Mark didn’t do, however, was check to see if the coast was clear before speaking; his voice taking on a more deep and gravelly tone.
“Well, I am a gentleman. Who am I to deny my woman from grabbing my ass when she’s down on her knees for me with her mouth wrapped around my—“
“AH-DONT YOU FINISH THAT SENTENCE MARK SLOAN,” an incredulous voice spoke up and both doctors jumped apart at the sound of Miranda Bailey.
“This is a god damn hospital, not a whore house, keep that kind of talk OUT of the halls! What is wrong with people today, talking nasty while I’m trying to my damn job,” Miranda muttered to herself as she continued her way down the hall, glaring at the couple.
Mark and Annalise took one look at each other and cracked up at the hilarity of it all.
“I can see why the interns call her the Nazi,” he muttered, crossing his arms over his chest again. Annalise nodded and continued to watch Doctor Bailey make her way down the hall, before she turned back to glare at them once more before she turned the corner.
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#mark sloan x reader#mark sloan oneshot#mark sloan x oc#mark sloan fanfiction#mark sloan fanfic#mark sloan x fem!reader
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Hey! f21+ looking for a couple of canon x oc doubles for the following fandom:
The Last of Us: Looking for someone to write Joel against my oc! Percy Jackson & the Olympians: Looking for someone to write Percy Jackson (aged up) for my oc!
Grey's Anatomy: I'm looking for someone to write Derek Sheppard or Mark Sloan against my oc!
Chicago Med: I'm looking for someone to write Connor Rhodes or Ethan Choi against my oc.
I usually write around 300-400 words, but that can change based on the scene/my inspiration. 3rd person, past tense. I enjoy NSFW themes in my rps, so please be 18+.
If this interests you, give this a like and i’ll reach out! 🖤
give a like and anon will get back to you
#the last of us rp#the last of us roleplay#oc roleplay#oc rp#greys anatomy roleplay#greys anatomy rp#chicago med rp#chicago med roleplay#fandom rp#fandom roleplay
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23 f * i’m searching for GREY’S ANATOMY roleplays on discord! only stuff that’s like pre-season 11, please. i really dislike the later seasons . . . 🩺
oc x canon only! here are characters i can write & ones i’d like to write against!
CHARACTERS I CAN WRITE: alex karev, christina yang, meredith grey, callie torres, lexie grey, mark sloan, jackson avery, izzie stevens, owen hunt
CHARACTERS I WOULD LIKE TO WRITE AGAINST: derek shepherd, owen hunt
please be okay with heavy subjects like the ones in the show! i don’t really want to hold back / heavily censor anything.
like this if you’re interested or dm me! thank you ♡
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Regarding my idea to write a greys anatomy book the top result was MARK SLOAN
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MASTERLIST!!
Things I am willing to write!!
Character x Character
Character x Reader
Character x OC
Smut
Ships
Fluff
Angst
Lemons
Most AU’s
(basically anything that isn’t illegal!!)
Supernatural
- Sam Winchester
- Dean Winchester
- Castiel Novak
- Jack Kline
- Lucifer
- Crowley
- Gabriel
- Charlie
- Chuck (depends)
Grey’s Anatomy
- Meredith Grey
- Derek Shepherd
- Alex Karev
- Christina Yang
- Izzie Stevens
- Mark Sloan
- George O’Malley
- Callie Torres
- Owen Hunt
- Jackson Avery
- Arizona
Hamilton
- Alexander Hamilton
- Aaron Burr
- Marquis de Lafayette
- John Laurens
- Eliza Schuyler
- Angelica Schuyler
- Peggy Schuyler
- Maria Reynolds
- Thomas Jefferson
Stranger Things
- Steve Harrington
- Jonathan Byers
- Eddie Munson
- Robin Buckley
- Nancy Wheeler
- Billy Hargrove
- Vecna
Genshin
- Any ADULT character
MHA
- Todoroki Shoto
- Katsuki Bakugo
- Kaminari Denki
- Aizawa
- Sero
- Monoma
- Shinsou
- Jirou
- Uraraka
- Etc…
The Turning (MOVIE)
- Miles (<3)
Seven Deadly Sins
- Ban
- Meliodas
- Diane
- King
- Gunther
- Elizabeth
- Merlin
- Howzer
- Gilthunder
Naruto
- Naruto
- Sasuke
- Sakura
- Shikamaru
- Kiba
- Choji
- Kakashi
- Shino
- Kankuro
- Gaara
- Hinata
- Orochimaru
- Kabuto
- Neji
- Temari
Prodigal Son
- Malcolm <3
Shameless
- Fiona
- Carl
- Lip
- Ian
- Mickey
- Steve
- Etc
That’s all I can really think of right now, but if you have requests for any unlisted shows/movies, don’t hesitate to ask!! ^^
#supernatural#spn fanfic#spn writers#fanfic#fanfiction#shameless#greys anatomy#greys anatomy fanfiction#shameless fanfiction#hamilton musical#hamilton fanfiction#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#genshin#genshin impact#genshin fanfic#genshin impact fanfics#the turning#the turning fanfic#miles fairchild#mha fanfic#my hero fanfic#sds#sds fanfic#seven deadly sins#naruto#naruto fanfiction#naruto fanfic#prodigal son#prodigal son fanfic
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🩺❤️ 23 f * i’m searching for GREY’S ANATOMY roleplays on discord! only stuff that’s like pre-season 11, please. i really dislike the later seasons . . .
oc x canon only! here are characters i can write & ones i’d like to write against!
CHARACTERS I CAN WRITE: alex karev, christina yang, meredith grey, callie torres, lexie grey, mark sloan, jackson avery, izzie stevens, owen hunt
CHARACTERS I WOULD LIKE TO WRITE AGAINST: derek shepherd, owen hunt
please be okay with heavy subjects like the ones in the show! i don’t really want to hold back / heavily censor anything.
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Where We Might End Up - Lexie Grey x OC fanfic Chapter 1: Three Brothers and a Double Leg Transplant Case
Chapter 1: Three Brothers and a Double Leg Transplant Case
Four Months Ago
Seattle Grace Hospital wasn't that different from any other hospitals he's been. With its shiny floors and the combined smell of strong disinfectant and lemon air freshener permeating across the reception area, Eric Keaton still hadn't thought of any reason why and how, suddenly, some people he knew in New York chose to work at this hospital.
What's so special about it? He thought.
Eric continued to gaze around as he moved towards the reception desk. With his head stuck looking up the catwalk, he almost hit a group of interns rushing in towards the 'pit' - hearing one mumbled something about a multiple MVC and 'Nazi' — whatever that means. He swerved to avoid the running interns, yet failed, as he hit the last two, who seemed to be lagging behind with the rest.
"Apologies," Eric uttered.
The man gestured at him, muttering 'sorry' and waving his hand as the other, a woman, kept pulling the man's coat and asking him about something. Eric kept an eye on them as they walked away, observing the short-haired brunette who seemed to be familiar but shook it aside as he continued at the reception area. He returned his gaze to the two, their conversations echoing throughout the empty lobby.
"Just so you know, I-I won't tell them, I won't... won't tell them that you didn't pass—" The girl intern babbled, staggering beside the guy.
"O - kay... thank... you? I guess." The intern paused, shaking his head in confusion, "but really, you can tell them. It doesn’t matter." The guy talked and looked at his companion, continuing towards the emergency room, "How about you? Have you talked to Meredith about...?"
"W-why?" She chuckled nervously. "H-have you?" Their voices faded as they turned out of sight.
The receptionist called Eric and asked what he needed.
"Good... morning," Eric paused, shaking his head. He looked at the receptionist and continued, "Yes, uh, sorry, just... can you please point me towards the Chief of Surgery's office?"
As soon as the receptionist pointed the direction towards the office, a deep voice echoed throughout the hall.
"Keaton?"
Eric turned where the voice was coming from, and there stood two men, a black haired standing still, the other, the grey haired strutting his way towards him.
"Eric Keaton in the flesh," Mark blurted as he walked towards Eric, "What brings you here, man?" He said with a wide grin on his face. Typical Mark Sloan.
It has been years since Eric had seen Mark. The last time that he did, it was in New York, with Mark telling Eric how lucky Derek was, having Addison. Funny little thing, after a year, news had spread that Derek left New York because he saw Addie cheating with Mark.
Fast forward three years later, the two of them together, minus the woman that broke their friendship.
Eric offered a handshake that Mark made into a hug, "You don't shake your brother's hand, dumbass."
"Yeah, lord knows where they've been," Eric blurted out as he pulled out of the hug.
Mark stared at him, his arm on Eric's shoulder. His mouth gaped and then developed into a teethy smile as he punched Eric's arm, "Even I missed your snarky remarks!"
Mark paused and turned towards the dark haired man standing a few feet away from them. Eric turned and stared at Derek Shepherd as he made his way towards him and the gorilla who's squeezing him.
He had known Derek Shepherd longer than he had known Mark. When he saw Derek Shepherd at a conference in Oxford, Eric knew that he needed to train under him. And, he did. Eric went to New York and worked under Derek Shepherd's tutelage. There he met Mark Sloan - Eric gained a family with the two. It was a better time, he thought. It was a time where 'Addison and Derek', the perfect couple, were a thing; Derek and Mark were best friends and the only thing Derek was angry about Mark was when Mark would bring a stranger to family meals. Derek was essentially content and happy.
Now, Eric stared at Derek, looking at how the years had been cruel to the once content and happy neurosurgeon. He had been in a dark place — betrayal. Seattle Grace might have been the only thing that held him together.
Derek stood in front of him, hesitating, looking at Mark and then looking down the floor. He breathed deeply and finally looked at Eric. He raised his hand for a handshake. Eric shook his hand. Derek pulled a smile, nodded, and walked away towards the emergency room. Eric followed Derek with a stare, his brow arched slightly. He looked down as he continued to ponder.
"Not what you expect, kid?" Mark uttered as he turned and stood beside Eric.
"Yeah," He paused. "still waiting for his traditional lashing-out-and-damning-me-to-hell bit," Eric answered as he chuckled dryly. Mark stared at him as Eric looked at him and smiled.
"Well... for one, you didn't cheat with his ex-wife and flirted with his girlfriend when you got here," Mark said. Eric looked at Mark with furrowed brows.
"No, I just ruined his youngest sister's life," Eric said wryly.
Mark scoffed, "No, you didn't. You just dated the wrong girl."
"The worse thing you can do other than being caught in the throes with his ex-wife, is to sleep with his sister," He paused, "Which you did both - and sisterss" Eric emphasized, "you — did you tell Derek about –"
"not the conversation you want to share with him, if you wanted to live a happy life. Case in point..." Mark gestured his hand to him, "So... what brings you here in Seattle?"
- - - - -
Catwalk Outside Chief of Surgery Office
Meredith and Cristina were walking at the catwalk when Derek walked past them, brows deeply furrowed, ears flaming red.
"Hey," Meredith tried to call him, but Derek just glanced at her and continued walking inside the office.
"I don't think it's..." Derek's stern voice echoed at the corridor as the door closed.
"Well, he's having the time of his life," Cristina blurted out as they stopped.
Meredith turned back, pulling Cristina with her to watch through the office window.
Alex and George saw the twisted sisters camping at the cat walk. They walked closer to see why. Meredith glanced at the two who had just stopped.
"George!" Meredith lashed at her intern, "I told you to—"
"Still working!" He implied, raising the chart he's holding while his stare was shifting on the commotion inside the chief’s office and on the chart he’s holding.
"Who's the dude?" Alex asked as he ate a bag of chips.
Cristina cringed as the crisp sound from Alex's mouth was echoing right closely by her right ear. The crumbs were falling on her coat. Cristina grabbed the bag of chips from Alex and ate it obnoxiously in front of Alex as a retaliation. Alex made a face as he grabbed the bag back.
George looked away from the chart and stared past the window glass. He stared at the doctor who was dressed sharply, trimmed and tall. His dark hair is neatly combed. Eyes are brown and narrow, thick straight eyebrows and sharp cheekbones. The groove under his pointed nose are defined. And, his narrow lips remained stiff as Derek continued to argue with him. The scene reminded them of Mark when he first went to Seattle, with the neurosurgeon fuming with anger at his visit.
"That's...” George paused, looking up at the ceiling as he contemplated deeply, trying to remember the name. He'd read about him in a medical journal, along with a procedure he did that seemed like it came straight out of a sci-fi movie. “I think that’s... Dr. Eric Keaton. He pioneered the procedure on hand transplantation," He paused as he closed the chart he is holding, "I heard, he's bringing a patient here for a transplant surgery?"
"What? He's the Hopkins guy who did the hand transplant surgery?" Alex asked.
"No... I think he's from Mass Gen?" George argued.
"Yeah, but he did it when he's in Hopkins," Alex stressed. "Check your sources, O' Malley.”
"Wait — wait..." Cristina pulled Alex's arms as she continued, "you're saying... he's doing a leg transplant here?" Cristina paused, "We're doing a leg transplant surgery? The first leg transplant surgery like... in the country?!"
Mark walked slowly towards the group clumped at the catwalk. Their voices were mumbles from far away, and as he went nearer, Mark could hear what they were talking about. He approached them, with his hands crossed behind his back.
Cristina exclaimed, "Why is Shepherd not happy? Why he's not happy, Mer? He should be happy like... happy." She added, flapping her hands in excitement.
"So, tell me, doctors," Mark paused, standing behind Alex and leaning in, "When does standing and prying become your jobs?" He added.
The residents haven't noticed him as they continued peaking through the window, seeing Derek Shepherd arguing with Richard Webber and the new doctor.
"H-h-He's making big gestures, look?" Cristina blurted, pointing at Derek. "Oooh... he's angry. Last time I saw him like that was when he was arguing with the chief about Sloan." She then cackled.
Mark cleared his throat loudly to get their attention. When George saw Mark, he quickly grabbed his charts and bolted. Alex shifted his gaze to Sloan and tapped Cristina and Meredith on the shoulders.
"What?! stop it, Al—" Cristina stopped. Noticing Dr. Sloan, she fled. Alex followed Cristina.
Meredith watched as her friends ran away, confused at what's happening. She looked behind her and saw Mark Sloan settling beside her. She turned, looking back at the office.
"Are you going in?" Meredith asked Mark.
"Yes."
"What's going on, really?"
"You should ask Derek about that," Mark answered. He left Meredith and entered the office. Meredith decided to follow her friends and walked away.
- - - - -
It took another hour before the meeting was finished. It concluded with yelling and slamming of the office door as Derek walked out of the office.
"You brought him here!" Derek shouted at Mark, who's following Derek.
"Oh, come on! You are literally beside me when we saw him earlier." Mark paused, "It's not like you and I working in Seattle a damn secret.”
Both of them stopped in the middle of the catwalk as Derek paced.
"Why is he here?" Derek asked, glancing at Mark as he paced.
"He just said why. He needs our help," Mark replied.
"Why is he really here?" Derek emphasized, hands on his hips, still pacing.
"For the record, I didn't know any of this," Mark put his right hand on his waist, with the other, he gestured, "He said he asked Addison..."
"Addison?" Derek stopped pacing and looked at Mark.
"He told me... w-wait? What are you doing?" Mark asked as Derek pulled his phone to call Addison.
"Eric is here," Derek said over the phone, "I know, you know. Just — tell me why... n-no! I know that's not the only reason... just tell me... What?! Importan- Hello?" Derek put his phone inside his pocket, "She hung up."
"Richard already said yes to..."
"And I am saying no," Derek cut him.
"It's not yours to decide. It's a plastics case," Mark said, crossing his arms.
"Then, you are going to say no," Derek said as he walks away.
- - - - -
CT Room
"So, are you going to tell me about the new guy?" Meredith asked Derek as they were checking the CT results of a patient. Derek stared at the scans in front of him, arms crossed tightly on his chest, brows still furrowed.
"He's not the new guy. He's going to leave soon." Derek corrected her, his voice strained.
"Okay," Meredith said, waiting for Derek's answer.
Derek knew that she's just trying to help. He sighed, putting down his hand. Derek looked at her and said calmly, "He's... no one."
"Seeing you acting like that makes him not 'no one', Derek, who is he and why are you so angry at him?" Meredith continued, now she's the one crossing her arms.
Derek sighed as he stared at Meredith. A few minutes later, Derek gave no answer. Meredith looked at him, brows arching up as she waited.
"Fine, so, we're angry at him then?" Meredith leaned her head sideways, looking straight into Derek's eyes as he tried to look away. "Do I need to be angry at him, too?"
"No... I...” Derek stammered, “w-we are not doing this right now." He pulled out the scans from the viewer and walked away.
"What? What are we doing?" Meredith turned and looked at Derek as he walked out, "Derek?!"
- - - - -
Hospital Cafeteria
Mark kept his stare at Eric as they hang out at the cafeteria, his eyebrows arched. Eric glanced at Mark, noticing him staring for too long. He then stared back at the mug he's holding.
"Are you making a hole in my face?" He paused, "Or, Is Derek twisting your ass right now?" Eric asked while looking down, taking a sip of his tea.
"Nice choice of words." Mark sighed before continuing, "You are making a point, that it? That's why you're here?" Eric sighed. Mark continued, "Or — ah, a grand gesture." Mark slapped his legs as he added, "I did that too, went here in Seattle and, you know..." Eric gawked at him with a slight amused smile on his face. Mark noticed it and stammered, "W-what?"
"Good lord, you and your grand gestures," Eric said as he put down his cup on the table. He sighed deeply as he stared back at Mark.
"What? What?!"
"There's, a very thin line between your notion of grand gestures for your male friends and uh, something you do for... you know..." Eric paused, "just... no distinction if you’re doing it romanticaly or..." Mark glared at him as his mouth gaped, "I won't be shocked when there's talk about you and Derek being... more than..." He murmured to himself as he looked away.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"The things is...” Eric looked back at Mark, “I am not making a point. Is it difficult to believe that I'm asking for your help?" He added, "It could be if I'm only asking for your help."
"H-W... wh..." Mark stammered, brows furrowed. He gestured with disbelief, "I-I don't buy your excuse."
Eric sighed, as he stated, "Let's just — " He paused laying his hand on the table, "Let's assume I'm lying. Why did I come here if I could have the surgery done at Mass General instead? The fact that I got an entire division to back me up, a foundation, and one of the top five teaching hospitals in the country supporting me, instead I came here to ask help from two surgeons who work at a hospital that ranks 12th.
"Way to rub that salt in the wound, kid." Mark contemplated on his statement and leaned back on his on chair. He glanced at Eric as he sighed. "You have a point."
On the other side of the cafeteria, Callie walked towards Meredith, as she continued to stare at Mark and Eric.
"So, he's not... I mean, he's not like their love child, right?" Callie said, her voice breaking as she suppressed her laughter. Meredith looked at her, amused at the thought, "Right, but there's the similarity there. Maybe he's Mark Sloan's brother or something? Or Derek's..." Callie paused as Meredith stared at her, "Okay, I'm just gonna — I'm..." She lifted her tray and prowled towards Mark and Eric.
Callie stood just behind Mark Sloan, smiling awkwardly at Eric. She held her tray with her right hand and pulled Mark's scrub with her left. Eric stared at her as she pulled Mark's scrub and cleared her throat before adding, "Aren't you gonna introduce me or what?"
Mark turned behind him, "Yes, Dr. Callie Torres this is Dr. Eric Keaton," Callie and Eric shook hands, as Callie beamed. "Eric this is Callie Torres, Ortho." Callie put her tray on the table and sat beside Mark.
"Pleasure meeting you, Dr. Torres," Eric greeted.
"Wow, courteous. Soo... unlike you," She whispered to Mark.
Mark smiled as he continued, "He was... a colleague from New York."
"So, you two not related?" Callie asked Mark.
Eric heard her and answered, "No. There may be some similarities... but, I am in no way related to him.” Mark leaned away, scoffing, as Eric continued, “He's just my... teacher... They were my teachers."
"You... teaching?" Callie shot a disbelieving glance towards Mark. "When did you ever teach... I mean..." Callie stifled her laughter. Realizing she's talking to Mark with a stranger, she looked at the amused stranger sitting in front of them and stopped, "Word vomit." She whispered and paused; cleared her throat, sat down straight and continued, "So, you're on plastics?"
"Neuro." Mark answered with disdain.
"Oh, you worked under Shepherd." Callie pointed out, "That's more plausible." Mark glared at her.
"Yeah, you can say that. Mark..." Eric paused, looking at the irritated plastic surgeon, "...he's more a teacher in wordplay."
"Hey! I taught you some techniques in plastics, too, you ungrateful brat," Mark protested, "plastics and women."
"Women?” Eric snorted a laugh. “Please.” Eric countered. “If teaching about women means inviting me to every bar in New York instead of Derek since you’ll hear a scolding from him about how you sleep around, then you really thought me well, Sir."
"That's what I meant," Mark said with a smirk.
"So..." Callie hesitated to ask. She fixed her loosed hair and tucked it in her ear. "I just..."
"You want to know why Derek Shepherd is angry at me?" Eric filled in her words. “Aren’t we all?”
- - - - -
Present day
Patient's Private Room
Dr. Keaton is standing beside the patient, with the patient's fiancé. The teams for the transplantation watched as Alex Karev presented the patient.
"Timothy St. John, 28... both legs were amputated due to traumatic injuries sustained in a car accident..."
"The procedure will involve two teams. One for each leg," Dr. Shepherd started explaining the procedure to the patient, "Both Dr. Keaton and I will connect the blood vessels under a microscope. While Dr. Torres and Dr. Sloan will be in charge with the bones, muscle and skin flaps. These are your teams."
"It seems half of the hospital... are here," Mr. St. John joked as he held his fiancé.
"Well, the procedure will need all the people we can get, Mate. Don't worry. You are in the most capable hands. Dr. Torres, Dr. Sloan and Dr. Shepherd are the best in their field," Dr. Keaton said.
- - - - -
Four Months Ago
Surgical Skills Lab
The teams met the patient of the transplant surgery for the first time. Mark Sloan introduced the teams and explained the procedure. Callie and Eric also added the risks and challenges the patient would experience before, during and after surgery. Derek remained silent, staring at the patient and his fiancé who are just about to start their life. He clutched his hands as he felt frustration. He thought, there are so many things that could happen and the risks and consequences outweigh the benefits. He didn't want to be a part of a surgery that could stake young lives. Derek absentmindedly walked out of the room.
Eric followed Derek and saw him out at the hall. He was leaning on the nurses' station counter, hands turning white, as he clutched harder. Derek noticed Eric.
"You will not do the surgery, not here, in my hospital, not on my watch!"
"This is not. your hospital. You are not the one who will decide," Eric answered back. "Richard said yes."
"I will not be a part of this. Anyway you see it, this procedure is unethical..." Derek implied.
Eric scoffed, "Oh, please, you are not thinking about how this is unethical or not." He interrupted.
"...it's unethical and highly experimental." Derek emphasized.
"Doing a highly experimental surgery, never stopped you before," Eric said, "You are making this about Amelia."
Derek stopped and shot a glare at him. His face is turning red, "Yes! I am making this about Amy."
"Knew it."
"I am making this about Amy..." He paused, looking around as staff walked by, he gritted his teeth as he continued, "If I was there, I may damn well prevented her for doing that surgery," He blurted out with gritted voice.
"The surgery that brought back a mother and a wife to her family?"
"The surgery that took a toll on my sister's life that made her take drugs!" He shouted, "You may not see why you are to blame for what happened, but you are to blame! You. Put. That idea in her head."
"Doesn't it occur to you, that having no faith on your sister also took a toll?" Derek pushed him, hand clenching his shirt, trembling with rage.
"You don't get to talk to me about her," Derek warned. Mark and Richard saw them. Mark ran to them to stop them from fighting.
"What is going on here?!" Richard demanded. Mark pulled Derek off Eric.
"You are stopping this surgery, Richard. Or I'll walk," Derek said. Derek shrugged off Mark's hand. He then walked away, still steaming with rage.
- - - - -
A few days after the argument with Eric and Derek. Tests were administered to the patient. After the tests, Derek visited the patient's room and checked his vitals. He was looking at his chart when the patient woke up.
"Hey, I'm just checking at your charts here," Derek said, "How are you feeling?"
"Half awake," The patient joked, "Get it?"
"Doctor, I know you don't approve of this surgery. I can see it in your face. I would too — think it's impossible, but I was the one who pushed Dr. Keaton for this surgery," The patient paused. "You have a wife, Dr. Shepherd?"
"I do," He answered.
"Imagine, everyday she would wake up early to lift you in and out of your bed. Bathe you. Wipe you. Go to work. Cook for you. — That is not a life I wanted for her," He continued. "I was a manly man, Dr. Shepherd. I want to be the one who goes to work, who will lift her up. I want to walk with her. And that accident made me half of who I was, literally too." He chuckled, "I looked for a way to bring it back. And the only way I saw was Dr. Keaton. I asked him for help, but he wouldn't do the procedure without you. I asked him to transfer me here so I could change your mind, to see me, and empathize."
"It's a very complicated procedure..."
"If it means having to walk with my Liz, I'm willing to take the risk."
- - - - -
Present Day
PACU
After the gruesome surgery that took more than half the day, they transferred the patient back to the recovery room for observation. The surgery was successful. The next step for the patient is intense observation and therapy. Dr. Keaton is standing just outside the room. Derek saw him and walked beside him.
"I have been thinking... you might have been right," Eric uttered without looking at him. Derek stayed staring in front, at the patient's room. Eric hesitated before he continued, "The first leg transplant that I did had gone horribly... bad. The patient rejected the limb, and uhm, we amputated it," He paused as he looked down at his fidgeting hands, "I, uh... did each procedure splendidly. But I became overconfident. I knew the patient was not entirely ready of what he would experience because of the surgery, but I did it anyway," He paused, "I learned... from it. After that, I decided not to do it again; to put anyone in that — torture." Eric looked up and stare at the patient inside the room, "St John, he pleaded for my help. I said no, over and over again. I told him I'm not at my best, and to do the surgery, I need the best neurosurgeon" Eric looked at Derek, "When I said I need you, I meant it. You're my mentor, and the best neurosurgeon that I know. If anyone would pull me back to earth, it was you... I'm very sorry about Amy. I believe in her because I know she's a great neurosurgeon." Eric paused as his voice broke. He cleared his throat and added, "...and I didn't think it would... I'm sorry."
Derek stared at Eric as he looked down on the floor. Derek tapped Eric's shoulder. Eric looked at him. He nodded and smiled at his former student — Derek's own way of showing his affirmation. Derek then walked away, leaving Eric.
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I’m re watching greys, ugh I’m still on a mission to find someone to write with and who I click with!. I wanna find a derek or mark to write against! I only write as female oc’s and side characters from time to time. I wanna do a classic friends to lovers plot with all the drama that comes with greys!maybe set around season 7. All I ask is you give 2 paragraphs and detail, wanna rp, pm me!.
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