AN: HELLO! So this is a Maddison fanfiction (no way) and it's a bit AU because Mark, Derek and Addison are still living in NY. This is the first time me (Anna, candyfeelings) and my friend Sara ( swyerford) are publishing a fanfiction (yes we wrote it together) so please take it easy guys. We also need a beta because english is neither mine or Sara's mother tongue, so we may miss some wrong spelling as we review and a beta would really help. In case you know one or wanna be one send us a message and we will contact you asap. Anyway, enjoy the reading! And if you like the story don't forget to leave reviews, it encourages us to keep writing.
This chapter is SFW.
Chap. 1 – Surprise, surprise!
I've definitely not had a good day; far from it, had lost a teenage mom and her premature baby. When I first met Hannah, she appeared just like a 16 year-old blonde girl that was really scared because soon she was having a baby, but it was more than that; she had been raped and decided to not abort it. From that moment I knew Hannah was a fighter and I knew I'd give my best to make her survive this period of her life that I'm pretty sure was the scariest of all of them. After 5 months she and I had become really close, so when I received a call saying Hannah was in her house injured and was soon being taken by an ambulance to take her to the hospital, I went to her house as fast as the New York traffic let me. Hannah was trying to climb up the stairs holding some loose parts of what was supposed to be her baby's crib, and tripped on a piece of wood. She immediately started bleeding and her neighbor heard the noise and came running only to find Hannah on the floor, with her abdomen bright red from the hemorrhage. When I arrived Hannah was already inside the ambulance, so I didn't waste time and also got in. Hannah and the baby died on the ambulance, at 23:47.
It was really hard to me, because I didn't see that coming, both of them were stable. She was finally accepting the pregnancy and had decided not to give the baby up to adoption. She was taking vitamins, buying baby clothes and baby-proofing the house. And now both of them are dead and my clothes are stained from Hannah's blood as I executed the CPR trying my best to keep her alive.
When I came home, Derek, my husband, was there, I guessed he had lost a patient too, since he was on his leather armchair in his office, bottle of scotch in one hand, and his dad's watch on the other. He only does that when he loses a patient, what had been happening often lately. He asked me where I've been, and I told him about Hannah, but it was like I didn't even answer since Derek kept looking at his drink and didn't say a single word. I got upstairs and prepared a bath for me, with the dying urge to wash off this horrible day off me. I put on my pajamas and lied down trying to get some sleep, because Derek was probably staying in his office for the rest of the evening.
Mark, Derek's best friend, called to check on him when I was already asleep. It pissed me off a little, but I picked up the phone anyway. "Hi, Mark."
"Hello, Red. Sorry for bothering you late at night. I heard Derek lost a patient today; so just wanted to check if everything is alright." Mark Sloan could be all sort of bad things, but he wasn't a bad friend. Everyone knew that. He was always the one who took care of Derek, and I respected him for that, but our relationship wasn't one of the bests. Mark was the 'sleeping-with-everyone-and-not-getting-attached' type of guy, the type I've been trying to avoid my whole life and the type Derek wasn't.
"He's upstairs drinking as always, but as long as he appears tomorrow at work, everything is alright. I'm guessing he's not really into talking with anyone right now and I have to sleep, so I'm going to turn off. Good night Mark." I turned off the phone even before he answered and got back to bed, feeling my eyelids go heavy as I think of Hannah.
The next day was a busy day at the clinic, which helped. Around 20:15, I was reading and drinking wine at the living room, when I heard a noise. I get up to see what's happening only to find Derek wrapped around Mark's arms, clearly drunk I might add, as Mark guides him into his room. "What happened?" I asked when Mark came downstairs.
"Derek has been drinking since 6pm. He passed out after a lot of tequila shots and since we are regular clients there, the bar owner called me to pick him up." It was no surprise to me that Derek had passed out on the bar, because that was turning into a regular activity, which was starting to worry the brains out of me because Derek was never the drinking time, until those last months. I gave Mark the 'thank you' smile because as I looked at him I noticed the scrub-pants indicating that Mark clearly rushed out of the hospital to aid Derek.
"Well, I was about to make dinner, if you don't have somewhere else to be, you should join me, I'm doing my famous meal, called ordering pizza." I said. It was the only way to retribute Mark that came up to me at the time.
"Hmm since I love that meal, I'm going to accept." He answered with a smile. We went to the living room while waiting the pizza. Probably one of the first time we talked for more than 5 minutes, without Derek. We talked about patients at the hospital, which inevitably let to hospital gossip. Sometimes I ask myself when hospitals became such a huge drama target. Inters sleeping with their attendants, interns sleeping with other inters, attendants getting pregnant, sex on the uncall room, all sorts of things. We laughed a lot and he was much nicer than I used to imagine, and oddly hotter. I blame it all on the wine we both were drinking.
Apparently there's a lot to talk about with your husband's best friend; even after we finished eating, we kept talking and when we finally realized it was late and Mark was too drunk to come home, I invited him to sleep on the guests' room. He agreed and we both went upstairs.
"So Mark, you can crash here and there are some extra pillows and blankets on the closet in case you need them." He nodded and when I turned around to make my way out he took my hand and hold me. I turned around to see a very drunk Mark staring at me, with those hypnotically eyes. Did I just think of that? Ok, mental not to not have wine again in his presence. After I realized that we were both just staring at each other in complete silence, I decided to be the one to break the sync.
"Hm, do you need...anything else?"
"No actually, but it's a really big bed and it's very lonely for a guy to be alone in a big bed. Just saying"
I giggled. He was trying to convince me to stay a little bit in the bed with him, and I don't know why, but I accepted. We sat on the bed and I started talking about Hannah, which was really great because it was a subject I didn't really have someone to discuss. After some time everything went black, both my vision and my memory.
All I remember after that is me ridiculously crying and waking up at the same way I feel asleep; with the sound of Mark's heartbeat and smelling his perfume. Everything was just so peaceful, as if nothing else mattered. I only got up after I realized Derek could wake up, see us and take the wrong conclusions, and I couldn't blame him because I'd do the same.
I tried to remember what happened last night, probably nothing to worry about since I woke up with my clothes on. I got up and made my way to the kitchen, passing by Derek's office and seeing him passed out with his head on the table. I decided not to wake him up because he probably would get angry just like he always does when I wake him up during a hangover. While I was preparing breakfast, Mark came downstairs and, for my surprise, without his shirt. "Good morning, Red. I hope you don't mind of me having breakfast here after what happened last night." he said as he passed by me on the kitchen opening the fridge.
My heart stopped for a moment. 'After what happened last night.' What the fuck happened last night? Panic made its way through my mind because I couldn't remember a thing that could explain this sentence and the scenarios that were building in my head were not helping me right now. After what looked like a century, a managed to get the words out of my mind.
"Wha-what happened last night?"
"You kissed me... or I kissed you." Mark said while drinking his orange juice as if he didn't just dropped a bomb on my consciousness. "Well, it doesn't matter, I won't tell Derek." I got desperate; I kissed Mark and didn't remember kissing him. He noticed I got really nervous because suddenly I stopped what I was doing which was cooking eggs, and they started to burn. He put a smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around my shoulder, turning off the oven and saying "Hey Red, I was just kidding, when you stopped crying, you fell asleep. But nice to know how you would react."
I instantly relaxed all my muscles and felt as if a huge weight on my shoulders had just left, finally letting go of the air I didn't even noticed I was holding.
"Holy shit Mark, don't do that! I almost did all bodly functions at once here!"
Mark started laughing at me and I couldn't help but to join him.
"God, you're ridiculous, you know this, right?"
Mark's laugh died in his throat as he got really close, and whispered in my ear "Yes and I also know I can't take my eyes off you in this silk pajamas since last night." That made me blush a little bit, and I'm pretty sure he noticed giving by the evil grin on his face. God, was he flirting with me? Mark loosed the grip around my shoulder, reaching for a toast on the next by plate.
"Don't worry, I won't tell this to Derek either." He winked and made his way upstairs which I assumed was to pick his things and to give me space to have an explosion of butterflies on my stomach as my cheeks turn red as my hair.
And why I was feeling like this anyway? I mean, it's just Mark.
Right?
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