AN: I've been reading a few Derek/Mark stories and wasn't quite satisfied so I decided to start my own. This is the first fanfic I've ever written, I'm excited! I'm an English major and have a solid background in creative writing so I don't think I'll be too terrible at this ;) anyway. I love this pairing and I love this show! This takes place directly after the shooting at the end of Season 6. Sorry the first chapter is so short, but believe me there is much more to come. I'll try to update this story with a new chapter at least once a week. Thanks for reviewing!
Breakthrough
"Breakthroughs don't happen because of the
medicine. Real breakthroughs happen because
someone is scared to death to stop trying."
Ch. 1 – Derek Shepherd has been shot
Mark's breath caught in his chest. His heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. The whole universe seemed to freeze. Slowly his mind began spinning until he felt out of control. The only thing he could hear was his labored breathing; the rest of the world was silent. He saw movements, flashes of color, people running and yelling all around him, but he heard nothing. He looked down at the blood on his hands and couldn't remember who it belonged to. He looked at the faces around him and couldn't remember their names. Somewhere in the back of his mind he felt hands push him down into a chair and he let himself fall back into it, not even noticing the difference between standing and sitting. All of his senses were completely numb. The one and only thing that existed in his entire world at that moment was the sentence repeating over and over again in his head,
"Derek Shepherd has been shot".
After what seemed like forever, finally other thoughts began running through Mark's mind. First slowly, then gradually more and more thoughts going faster and faster until his head was swarming. My best friend. - He's my best friend, he's my only friend. - He's the only family, the only person I have left in this world. - What do you mean he's been shot? - Who just walks into a hospital and shoots the chief of surgery? - Who SHOOTS Derek Shepherd? - I'll kill the fucking bastard who did this. - Oh god... Oh my god. - He's my only family! - How bad is it? Does anybody even know? - What the fuck happened! - Is he still alive? - Somebody needs to get in there. - He's my best friend. - Oh Derek… fuck! How could you get shot? - You can't die. - Don't you fucking die on me! - I have nothing without you.
"MARK! Mark, look at me!" suddenly Mark was snapped out of his thoughts and looking up at the face of Lexie Grey.
"WHAT?" He yelled back at her. She looked frightened but worried.
"Are you ok?" she asked, but as she looked at the expression on his face she realized what a stupid question it was. "Um... the police need to talk to you," she said gently.
"What? Why do they need to talk to me?" Mark asked, still in a daze.
"They need to hear your account of what happened with Alex," she explained.
Alex? Mark thought. The world still didn't make sense to him yet. He looked at his bloody hands again. Alex Karev. Suddenly he remembered the man whose life he'd just been fighting to save.
Finally Mark Sloan began to take in his surroundings and let the real world come back to him. He was sitting on a folding chair outside of Seattle Grace Hospital. Lexie was standing in front of him. A few feet away Alex Karev, on a gurney, was being put into an ambulance bound for Mercy West. All around were various hospital staff and police officers, all talking and looking worried. He began to remember all the events of the past few hours. The shooter in the hospital. He looked up at Lexie, who was now staring at the ambulance that was driving away with Alex, tears filling her eyes. Mark felt sympathy for her, but realized he no longer felt any sort of jealousy. He loved Lexie but for some unexplainable reason, it had changed to a different kind of love, because that part of his heart was suddenly shut down to all other people but one, though he himself didn't yet realize who.
He stood up and put his arm around Lexie, who gently leaned her head against him and wiped her eyes.
"He's gonna be ok, Little Grey," Mark said, "We did a good job on him. We saved his life."
"You saved his life, Mark, you did that. I would have been helpless without you," Lexie replied, hugging him close. Mark brought his hand to her back and rubbed it slowly. Any other day, he would have been overjoyed for this kind of contact with Lexie, but now, it was purely a friendship thing. They'd been through something very traumatic together, and would probably always be close because of it, but he knew in that moment that any romantic potential was now completely gone. Mark looked down at her and sighed.
"Let's go talk to the police," he said. She stepped away and nodded, wiping her face again. They headed over to the officer waiting to take their statements.
-AN: Ok I know this doesn't fit in EXACTLY with the way things happen and the timeline of events of that episode, etc. I hadn't seen it in a while and couldn't remember. But the point is, it's my story so it's only LOOSELY based on the episode, so deal :P haha. Let me know if you like it so far!
