A/N: Before I begin, I'd like to make a few things clear about this Grey's Anatomy's prequel fanfiction. I am a loyal viewer of this show, and I've been utterly disappointed at how things are taking turns in the original plot. Writers have cut off some of the best characters over seasons. Though, I'm not entirely blaming them. Most of the celebrities have quit this show on to their own – But writers could've ended their exits in a different way.

So, I've had enough. I keep groping for answers for what would've been Lexie and Izzie's specialty, what would've George O'Malley's life in NAVY been like? What would've Teddy Altman done after leaving Seattle while mourning for her husband's death? And most of all, what was Mark Sloan's actual life story? - We all know him as a sassy ladies' man and an impeccable surgeon, but, how did he find his way through life?

So I decided to write about Mark Everett Sloan's former life story – from his childhood journey – all the way to a med school – and then as an attending.

I hope you guys will understand what's going on in my mind while you read. I am drawn to this fandom and it truly consumed me. Mind you – I am not a professional writer. I am just a fangirl who pours down her imaginations and emotions in sentences. I accept suggestions, criticism and collaborations, ofcourse.

You all already know looks and appearances of main characters – Mark, Derek, Amelia. For other characters, I've written down few celebrity names so that you can imagine them better.

Eric Dane as Mark Sloan
Patrick Dempsey as Derek Shepherd
Caterina Scorsone as Amelia Shepherd (Derek's sister #1)
Paul Johansson as Victor Sloan (Mark's Dad)
Marcia Cross as Veronica Sloan (Mark's Mom)
George Segal as Maddox Van De Kamp (Mark's maternal grandpa)
Viola Davis as Augusta Bush (Sloan mansion's appointed maid)
Lucy Hale as Liz Shepherd (Derek's sister #2)
Hayley Orrantia as Nancy Shepherd (Derek's sister #3)
Ashley Rickards as Kathleen (Kate) Shepherd (Derek's sister #4)
David Thewlis as Thomas Shepherd (Derek's dad)
Natalia Tena as Carolyn Shepherd (Derek's mom)

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CHAPTER – 1

"How many times do I have to tell you this?" Victor yelled, loud enough to shake down the entire Sloan mansion - "Get Mad out of my house, or I will"

"He is sick, don't you see? He needs help, as much as we can provide." Veronica replied, persuasively.

"So can an old age home" he started "that old hag has got no purpose being here anymore, if he cannot get me any more money"

"Do you hear yourself, Victor?"

"You should hear yourself, Ronica. Your husband's company has lost another account. Do you even care?"

Veronica's cheeks turned red.

"You want me to care, just after you took a huge dump on my father? Wow."

"Well, I wasn't the one who asked him to move in, did I?" he interjected, taking a long sip of scotch from a bottle. His voice was slurry and unclear. "Why don't you do me a favor? Get the hell out of my house, both of you."

"Gladly. After I kill you myself."
Veronica Sloan's anger had suddenly risen to a whole new level. Her feet started tapping that mahogany wooden floor even faster now. She could feel the tip of her ears burn. Every disagreement, every fight had a limit. Her husband seemed to cross them all, every time he got home from work.

Though, she was unaware of the reason why her marriage was falling apart – maybe she never thought about it, much - given to her father's health and son's responsibilities, since Victor Sloan never bothered to participate.

If she needed to give him a piece of her mind, that would be right now.

"Listen you-"
She was interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. It was Augusta.
"Please let it go. Mr. Sloan is drunk, it's pointless"
"It's none of your business, Augusta.
"Mrs. Sloan, please. This will only make it worse."
"Listen to your black puppet right there, Veronica. You might learn a thing or two" Victor replied.
"VICTOR!"

- And so, the disagreement went on.

After a while of persuasion, Augusta finally managed to calm the storm that froze over the chaotic spouses again.

Victor had stormed off to bed, fast asleep.

Augusta, however, did what she ends up doing every night – pouring her boss a glass of neat whiskey and listening to her rants.

Veronica sat back on the kitchen counter and sighed, cradling her head in her hands.

Counter was a pure white marble slab, extended to the side wall, surrounded by tiny wooden chairs. Thinking – and thinking how worse can her night get.

"Augusta, I'm so sorry for today" she slowly spoke, in exasperation.

"It's okay Mrs. Sloan" Augusta replied in a comforting tone, whilst slowly folding a stack of microwave gloves. "You know how it is around Mr. Sloan now. All you need to do is take things calmly."

Veronica sighed. If there was a person who had a capability to understand her – It would be her maid.

"How do you even put up with me? With us?"

Augusta stood on the other side of the counter, wiping off wet plates now.

"I've been working here for almost 10 years now, Mrs. Sloan. Don't you think I've built up quite a resistance?"

They both slowly chuckled.

[30 MINUTES AGO]

"Why don't you do me a favor? Get the hell out of my house, both of you."

Muffled voices of his parent's fight had started to rise. Just like every other night, Mark slowly closed his room's door, hoping it might lower the volume but it didn't do him any good.

He made another attempt by opening all the floor-to-wall glassed windows in his room.

No.

Again, no use.

To anyone's surprise, Mark's room was surprisingly large for a 10-year-old. Walls were painted grey, his favorite color. Marvel and DC's posters covering most of his bedside wall, action figures on his nightstand, bed sheets were satin, pillows were fluffy and large, drawers were full of his drawings, ofcourse, his mother and father together – only with sad faces.

On the right-corner of his room, there was a big velvet bulletin board, pinned with all his favorite pictures that he had drawn - Mark going out with Augusta for ice-cream,
Sleeping next to his pop pop,
Him with a stethoscope and a man lying on bed.

He walked out to his balcony. Frontal view from his room wasn't very viewable. Huge gardens and flowers stretched out before the mansion, ofcourse - but they were guarded by huge Victorian-styled brick walls, leaving no view of the world outside. No roads. No cars. No other houses.

He liked walking outside though, but what he particularly liked was staring through a window of the house in the end of the street. 'The Shepherds' written out front, by the porch.

That house seemed too small for a family of more than 5 members but it looked comfortable. Every evening when Mark ducked his head through it's window, he found it very amusing how a plump woman cooked for her folks while several children ran around the hall. Then came a man with several pudding packets for his children – the excitement on every kid's face (and on his own), and then how merrily everyone gathered in a large dining table for supper. Though, Mark drew attention to himself a couple of times, by losing his balance and tripping, but he ran away before anyone of them could step out.

Distant noises had stopped bothering him now. Perhaps it was over.
He headed out in the hallway to kiss his pop pop goodnight, but to his surprise, grandpa Maddox was already lurking around the hall absent-mindedly.
- I guess he heard them fight, Mark thought to himself.

"Pop pop" he approached him. "Let's go, it's cold out here"

He slowly turned his wheelchair with his tiny white hands and lead it to his pop pop's room and slowly paused by bed-side.

"Let me help you" said little Mark, effortlessly cupping his back as his grandpa slowly got up to sit idly on bed before his knees could give out. "I am a strong man, you know"

To Mark's endearing remark, Maddox placed a kiss on his cheek as he stabilized his balance on bed. "Ofcourse you are, my little soldier" he said with his trembling old voice as he finally laid back.

"Pop pop, can I ask you something?" asked Mark, but without any more patience, he continued "Daddy doesn't like you, why?"

Maddox sighed and stroked little Mark's uncluttered brown hair.

"I am not that strong anymore now, darling" he continued "maybe this is why I cannot help your daddy and it makes him sad"

Mark slowly hopped onto bed and slithered under the sheets.
He clutched to his pop pop's chest, as tightly as he could. "Don't worry, I will be a doctor someday and then I'll fix you. Everything will be okay. Mommy and daddy won't fight and they will love you, just as much as I do."

The dark night further stretched into a cold mist. Sky was clear, etched with stars and moonlight outshone every little shadow outside.