A/N Hi everyone, I had this story in my mind for a some time ago and it is something I wish to happen in the next season- Mark and Izzie together! I hope you like it..and all comments are welcomed.

Meredith's v / o: Some times long ago, in the daybreak of the time, Man has been flawless. His soul has been in full harmony with the Universe. Then the man had been sinned and for punishment the Lords have divided into two his soul. Since then people were fated in a continuous run searching for the other own half during the ages.

Izzie came out of Meredith's house. Her thoughts were running. She touched her lips with a finger still feeling Alex's kiss there.

"God!!" Izzie closed her eyes.

Flashback

"Alex,no!" She pulled back from him jerkily.

As if he didn't hear her. Alex tried to kiss her again. Izzie put her fingers on his mouth.

"Izzie I need you." He simply said.

"I know Alex, and I'm here."

"I want you, Izzie please...," he headed his mouth to that of Izzie, but she stopped him.

"Alex, don't. We do not have to do anything for which we would regret in the morning. We are not the same people anymore. That was before and it is passed. Both experienced too much, and we shouldn't make more mistakes. I know how you suffer, but kissing me will not help you.."

"I'm sorry Izzie...,but it hurts...it hurts... the pain is so strong..," Alex hardly mumbled.

"I know, everything will be all right...you'll see...," Izzie said, and she embraced him tenderly . Alex's head rested on her shoulders.

End flashback

Izzie continued walking. She was just walking...From somewhere appeared strong wind. Izzie trembled. She wrapped her soft scarf around the neck and pulled the zip of her jacket.

Meredith's v/o: If walk on one passage, how could we know it is the right one . Why we prefer very often to walk on the hard and unsure passage, looking for our happiness or we go back to find the old passage to someone. Why, when we feel, that we are loosing someone , we turn back and search the memory of something, which is already past. When we embrace the past, and it folds us in its arms, will it give us assurance and calmness. Whether when a person has felt the pain of the solitude catch this which is more easy...But how could we recognize the kind of love, that when you see that special man and you feel roller coasters in the stomach, the kind of love we read about in books. Is these only stupid talking or do this kind of love exists?

Mark Sloan entered the bar. He really needed a drink. Mark still didn't have a wish to go back in his empty room at the hotel. He looked around and caught sight of Rose, who was sitting on the bar in front of Joe. From the first sight was evident, that she was abused with the drinks. Mark went slowly toward her.

"Hi Rose!" He greeted her.

She turned a head and on her face spread an oily smile.

"Dr. Sloan?! What a pleasant surprise! What do you bring you here, in this place for lonely people and abandoned miserables," Rose lisped.

"I'm lonely too." Mark said, sitting in the chair.

"You...?!" She roared with laughter." That's impossible. There are many women around. You are as a magnet for women. " She said approaching him with her body. Rose licked her lips, without moving her eyes from him. " And there is why, you are sexy, very sexy.. "

Mark was watching her and smiled shook a head.

"I think, you have drunk too much." He noticed.

"Well, what of that? Don't I have a right?! Derek walked out on me...as a matter of fact he never takes me seriously..."

"The alcohol doesn't change anything. This will not help you. Believe me. It can relax you now, but you'll wake up in the morning feeling worse and more alone...," he said, giving a sign to Joe to give him a drink.

"It may not happen so, may be I'll wake up tomorrow happy and pleased.., " saying that Rose carried out her tongue between her teeth and mouth.

"I don't think so. " Mark laughed

"Don't you want to take advantage of one nurse longing for a real passion.. I'm sure you'll remain content..," she continued to seduce him.

Joe stood behind the bar, listening to their conversation and shook his head while was wiping the clean glasses.

"No, Rose.. Thank you. I'm trying to change my life." Mark sipped from his whisky.

"Well, you may start changing it from tonight." Rose reached him dangerously near. She put her hand on his lap and started to move her fingers throughout his legs directing in the most danger zone of every man's body.

He caught her hand and slowly removed it.

"Rose, even the sex will not help you to erase Derek from your mind."

"But I'm sure, that will help me to feel better. You are the man, who knows exactly how to satisfy one woman. " Rose's voice sounded dirty.

Mark swallowed his whisky in ex. Joe was watching him curiously.

"It is Rose. I know.., but I'd prefer not to be the man, who women are searching when they are desperate and miserable, because they know that from me they'll take several intense orgasms. I also want to find the person, who'll fill my soul. " He stood up and laid money on the bar. Mark looked at her. " See you in the hospital, Rose. And stop drinking that's not the right decision.." Mark slowly headed to the exit.

Rose followed him by sight. Joe smiled did the same. He sent Mark with eyes.

"What are you gape so?" Walter approached him.

"It's nothing.. I'm just thinking.." Joe replied without losing his mysteriously smile.

"What are you thinking about?" Walter curiously asked.

"I'm thinking about Mark Sloan!"

Walter shot him with sight immediately.

"No.., no in that sense.. I just consider that he really needs to find a woman, who can show him the love in the whole brilliance and beauty. A woman, who would devote to him entirely, who believes in the goodness of the people and always manage to take the better from every person. A woman, who is tender, kind and warmhearted, who also has a need of some strong man, who is able to love her, in a way she deserves."

"Do you know such kind of woman?" Walter asked.

"Yep.. I know exactly such a woman..." Joe replied enigmatically.

Meredith's v / o : Yes, sometimes our happiness is before our eyes, but we couldn't see it. And it was always in front of us. We wander in the dark, we are losing, we fall, we stand up, we are trying here and there, we meet people, relationships, but our real fortune is before our eyes. Each day we meet in the car parking, we are in the elevator, we make survival surgeries together, we bring him cappuccino, we listen to his remarks, rolling the eyes and then he will help you in a moment when you really need it. Before the eye of all take you in the surgery But why nothing happen? Why we cannot see it yet, or we don't know how to see it.. There is one very important rule - there is no work-schedule for the destiny!! "

Mark stood in front of the bar. The night was calm. The air was fresh. He was with hands into his pockets. He looked at his left, where his car was. Mark hesitated for a moment and suddenly he went in the opposite site.. He took the passage in direction of the hospital.

Mark was thoughtfully walking to the hospital. Izzie was coming from the opposite site. Both were making the same steps.

Meredith's v/o: And exactly then in one moment, when we don't even expect the destiny sends us its sign. The sign, which determines our fate.. The sign that we have always been waiting for as the missing element of our life.

Mark felt how someone collided onto him. Izzie felt the crush, but it was too late.

"Stevens?!"

"Dr. Sloan ?!"

Izzie hammered her head into Mark's shoulder. She didn't even see him, that he was walking against her. With the whole her force, she was hit her head in his body. She caught her cheek. Their eyes met.

"Are you OK?" Mark asked her.

"Yeah..I think so..I...didn't see you.." Izzie stammered.

"I'm sorry...and I didn't notice you.. " He sluttered an apology.

The two stood there in front of the hospital watching each other, as if someone had been frozen them. It was one of these moments in the life, when you have a feeling, that the time has stopped.

"Let me see." Mark said suddenly, touching her cheek.

Izzie shivered. His hands were at the same time so strong and tender. She felt strange excitement. As if a hot wave poured her body.

"It's not serious." Mark told.

Izzie swallowed.

"Yeah, I guess so... I didn't hit strongly." She lied.

"You have to put ice otherwise it would become swelling. " He explained gazing at her eyes, without removing his hand from her cheek.

"I will..I..know what to do.." Izzie swallowed again, some strong force kept her eyes in to his ones.

"Right. Are you going in the hospital?" He asked

"Yes, and you are going in or you are going out?"

"I think.. " Mark hesitated for a moment, "I'm going in!"

"Ok then.." She meekly said

The silence was now growing oppressive, but they stayed quiet, watching each other.

"See you later.. I guess.." Izzie suggested

Mark just nodded, removing his hand from her cheek finally. Izzie turned to the entrance. Mark stood following Izzie with eyes.

"Yes.. We'll see each other.." He mumbled.

Izzie's v / o: To reveal the mystery, the whims and the power of the romantic love the ancient people were prayed to Cupid- the deathless mischief in whose captivity we prolapsed and before we the people look helpless.

Cristina's v / o: However, the science gives another point of view. Examining the human nature we reveal in order to be in love from first sight or forever is a work of the invisible forces and there is almost nothing whim in them. The real arrows of Cupid actually are chemical substances, which pour on the brain and make us to behave in a strange manner.

Meredith's v / o: Science or not, the love exists and it's coming exactly at the moment when we don't even expect and there where we have never been looking for.