Well this is my first story and I'm super excited to get feedback. I welcome it all so if you loved it, liked it, tolerated it, or flat out despised it let me know.
I do not own any of these characters and I do not wish to because I happen to love the work Shonda Rhimes is doing. Unless of course she wouldn't mind end me McSteamy. Well here we go.
Chapter 1:
Discovery
Meredith Grey-Sloan had just dragged herself through a horrible day at Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital. Three of her patients had died and she was beyond ready to relax in the arms of her loving husband.
She walked into her house, the one once owned by her mother. As usual, Mark Sloan, her husband of 3 years and head of Plastics, was already home. She kicked off her shoes, threw her purse and jacket on the floor, and headed upstairs.
As she neared the master bedroom she noticed a steady knocking sound and she caught her breath. She turned around and contemplated her next move. She really didn't want to see what was going on behind the door, but she knew if she didn't she wouldn't believe it.
Meredith turned the knob and found, ot to her surprise, her husband on top of another woman. "I see I've interrupted. I'll leave, you finish," she said evenly. Mark looked up. His face held a vast spread of emotions; shock, terror, sorrow, guilt. What happened next threw Meredith for a loop.
A bushy mane of chestnut hair popped from under the covers revealing none other than the woman she had tried so hard to befriend- April Kepner. "M-M-Meredith. Oh my God! Meredith I-I-I'm so sorry. Oh my God!" April stuttered. April got up, gathered her clothes, and retreated to the bathroom.
Meredith took in the scene. Tears sprung into her eyes and she turned to leave. "Mer baby. Don't Leave me. Please don't leave me," Mark begged. he pulled on his boxers and followed Meredith downstairs. Meanwhile April snuck out the back door. Mark continued. "Meredith. Meredith! Look at me. Please just...just look at me. I-I love you so much. Just please." His begging turned into desperate cries.
"Mark. Don't ever say that to me again. It is more than obvious that you couldn't give a rat's ass about me or our marriage."
Mark was desperate. He loved the woman in front of him. He loved her so much that he was embarrassed to say. He royally screwed up and it was obvious she was leaving. "Mer please, please! I do care. I do love you, I promise. Just don't leave me, please don't leave me."
As Meredith reached the door Mark dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her legs. He let his tears run down his face without shame. "Babe, let me fix this. I can fix this. Let me fix it. Give me a chance to fix it. I know I can but if you leave...we won't make it if you leave. I won't make if you leave. Mer please," Mark almost yelled in a broken voice.
"Well, we'll see won't we," Meredith said through tears as she grabbed her purse, jacket, and shoes and escaped into the cold night.