AN: I feel there are not enough Hahn/Sloan stories so I'm adding to them. It takes place more or less right after the last episode before the writers strike (the last one that aired).

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Mark Sloan shook his head as he stepped outside the hospital doors. He could not help but to think about what Dr. Erica Hahn had told him earlier that evening. He was 'too pretty,' that was new, something he had never heard before. He had also never been turned down by someone because they worked together. Mark Sloan was just not used to rejection.

As he headed across the street, he heard the sound of screeching tires and two cars colliding into each other. Then, there was nothing.

Mark Sloan awoke to beeping hospital monitors and the sound of voices in the room. Through his blurred vision he could make out two figures standing at the foot of his bed. One was a female with shoulder length blonde hair, and the other, a man slightly taller than his companion. Both were wearing standard hospital issued scrubs.

"How is he?" asked the female voice. It was obvious from her tone she was very concerned about the patient.

"We won't be sure how bad the damage is until he wakes up. The good news is that he did no slip into a coma," answered the other figure.

"Well, how long until he wakes up?"

"It could be a couple of hours, or it could be…" A groan from the patient in question interrupted the conversation.

Mark opened his eyes fully. As his vision began to clear, he started to recognize his surroundings. He was in a hospital, Seattle Grace to be precise. The scrubs both doctors, the figures that had been standing in the room, had 'SGH' stamped onto the chest pocket. The man's voice he had heard earlier belonged to Derek Shepard, his former best friend, who was now shining a light into his eyes. On his other side of him, stood the new cardio thoracic attending Dr. Erica Hahn. He could not quite figure out why she looked like she had come close to loosing her best friend.

"How do you feel Mark?" Derek asked as he put the light away.

"My head hurts. A lot." Mark said putting his right hand to his head.

"Yeah, well that's what happens when it crashes into a steering wheel." Derek said.

"What do you mean, 'crashes into a steering wheel'?"

"Mark, you were in a car accident last night." Erica finally said something as she moved closer to the bed and took his left hand into both of hers. "You were unconscious when they brought you to the hospital."

"Mark looked at Erica confused. She was holding his hand when he clearly remembered her telling him that she did not have romantic relationships with colleagues. "Hahn are you okay?" Mark asked.

Erica was taken aback by the tone he used to ask her the question. It was as if he was insinuating she was behaving strangely. "I'm perfectly fine Mark. Why?"

"Well for one thing, you're holding my hand. After what you said earlier, before you left with Callie, I think this crosses some sort of line. Don't ya' think?" Mark explained.

Erica looked at Derek and shook her head. She then let go of his hand and sat on one of the empty chairs in the room.

"Mark, what is the last thing you remember?" Derek asked.

"I walked out of the hospital and I was on my way to Joe's to crash Callie and Hahn's girl night when I heard a car accident happen down the street."

"Derek looked over at Eriva and she shrugged her shoulders. "What else do you remember from that day?" Derek asked.

"It was the day Bailey's kid came in. You," he pointed to Hahn, "refused to let Bailey in on the surgery to hold his hand."

"Do you remember anything else?" inquired Derek. Mark shook his head.

Both Derek and Erica looked at each other. Derek's face held sympathy while hers held a look of both shock and horror.

"That was seven years ago, Mark." Derek explained. It was Mark's turn to feel out of place. He shook his head and put both hands on his head. As he dragged them down his face, the glint of silver on his left ring finger caught his attention. He stared at it confused. He then looked over to Erica, who was watching him intently.

She stood up and walked back to him and stood by his side. She played with her own wedding rings. "We've been married for five years."

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AN: So probably predictable start but I have a plan. Also I know it was a short chapter but the others will be longer (by longer I mean 1000 words each). I will only keep writing if enough people are interested. So please review (it let's me know someone is reading).