AN: I know, I should really continue Everything Changed And My Life Is A Mess. But I'm having a huge writers block on that one right now. I know what's going to happen, but I just don't know how to write it.

So I've written some oneshots and began to write another multi-chaptered fic, but published nothing at all.

It's time to change that, so here's a really short one (less than 500 words, I think).

Hopefully I'll continue ECAMLIAM soon.

Oh, and also note that I'm not a native speakers, sorry for any mistakes.

That Cold And Rainy Night

Mark Sloan was sitting in his Manhattan apartment, staring into nothingness.

On a normal Thursday night, he would now be watching the New York Yankees' match, then his favorite thriller, and then would take a shower and go to bed.

But this wasn't a normal Thursday night at all. He had missed the beginning of the match and had not even cared, because all he could feel right now was guilt and humiliation. All he could see was his best friend's shocked face. All he could think of was this terrible thing they had done, that had somehow, anyhow, just felt so right.

But it hadn't been right. It had been so wrong in so many ways. They had betrayed the person that was most important to both of them. All he wanted to do was turn back time, make it all undone, even though he needed to touch her again, to feel that perfect skin on his, feel her hands fisting his hair, hearing her scream his name in pleasure.

But instead, he just heard the doorbell. It wasn't important, he decided. But it rang again, and again, so he got up and opened the door.

And there she was, soaking wet from the cold rain, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a slip. Not even shoes. She must have walked all the way to his apartment, two miles from her and her husband's brownstone. Barefoot. Freezing. Dripping. Crying.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, touching her trembling body.

"I…" She sobbed. "He threw me out."

"He… What? He can't do that." He laid an arm around her - she was cold as ice - and carefully pulled her inside.

"He can," she whispered, then sneezed.

"You have to warm up." He put some random socks on her feet, that were just lying around - he had probably worn them, but it didn't matter now -, then wrapped one of the soft blankets around here body. She had actually bought these fuzzy red things, because she thought his apartment was too empty, too undecorated, not comfortable enough to live in.

They were sitting on the couch for a while, her trembling stopping at some point, but not touching each other, because they had already done that too much this night.

"He hates me," she then said quietly.

Mark sighed. "What did you expect? You cheated on him."

"I didn't mean to…" He heard the tears in her voice. "I just wanted him to finally care."

"And now you've gotten the opposite."

They fell into silence again, until her breathing changed. She must have fallen asleep.

He carefully placed a light kiss on her forehead. "Even if you don't know it, Red, even if you don't feel the same, I love you. Have always and will always."

And with that he left for his bedroom, leaving her behind.