Helpless When She Smiles
by lovely-whisper
Summary:
She danced away just like a child, She drives me crazy, drives me wild
But I'm helpless when she smiles. Mark/OFC One Shot!
Disclaimer:
Don't own Grey's Anatomy and I don't own the song 'Helpless when she smiles' of the Backstreet Boys either.
Author's note:
I felt like writing a one shot. So I just did. Please don't think I have abandoned my other stories, they are a work in progress. The progress is just not going so well. So please bare with me.
GA
He had met her in New York during a night out on the town. The brunette had caught his eye the second he had sat down on one of the bar stools that occupied the bar area of one of his favorite clubs. She was with a friend, sipping a Mojito, her feet tapping softly with the beat of the music. She gazed at him occasionally, a little smile playing on her lips. He would gaze occasionally as well as he found himself unable to just ignore her.
To him she looked pretty, beautiful even. Her dark brown hair rested on her shoulders, her brown eyes sparkled whenever she laughed and her smile was able to lit up the dim room. But the most beautiful about her, he thought, was her appearance. She didn't seem to notice that men turned their head when she walked by. She had no clue of the affect she had on most men. The effect she had on him. He caught himself staring at her longer then he should have, because all of sudden he felt aroused.
That had never happened before. Whenever he took a girl home, he was too drunk to actually notice what she looked like. The next evening, all he was able to tell about his latest conquest was that it was a blonde. Never once did he remember anything else about the women he took home.
But tonight felt different. Tonight he felt like he could stare at her forever and never getting bored. When he noticed that the girl was staring at him as well, he raised his glass and smiled. She raised hers as well and smiled back, before turning her attention back to her friend, whispering something in her ear. A few moments later the two girls stood up from their stools. Mark was worried that she was leaving already. But when they walked away towards the dance floor, Mark relaxed and turned around on his stool to watch them dance.
She danced away just like a child
She drives me crazy, drives me wild
But I'm helpless when she smiles
After a few more songs, the two girls returned to their stools and placed some money on the bar. Mark, who now knew they were leaving, stood up hastily and made his way over.
"Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?", Mark asked the woman he had been staring at all night.
The brunette just smiled, while her redheaded friend sighed and glared at him. "Does that line ever work?", she replied.
Mark just decided to ignore her and focused his attention at the brunette again.
"Well, what do you say? Just one drink?", Mark asked. He was not ready to let her walk out of his life just yet.
The woman smiled at him before turning her attention to her friend. Just one look was enough, because the fiery redhead nodded and smiled in return, before putting on her coat and making her way towards the exit.
The girl sat down back in her stool and pointed to the one next to her. Within seconds Mark sat down next to her and ordered two more Mojito's from the bartender. When he turned to look at the woman next to him, he was met with a soft gaze.
"Does it ever work? The pickup line I mean", she asked him.
He nodded.
"Really?", she asked, shocked that such a corny line worked on a lot of girls.
He nodded again.
"Oh my, well, I'm pretty sure you're the last person on earth using that line. But hey, if it works for you…", she told him with a big smile on her face.
He laughed wholeheartedly. "Well, … " he started, "to be honest, it doesn't really need to work, because with looks like this, who needs a pickup line", he bragged.
The girl shook her head, laughing at his attempt to set her at ease.
"Do you use a pickup line?", he asked her.
She surprised him by leaning forward towards him, pulling the label out of the back of his shirt.
"What are you doing?", he asked her.
"I'm trying to see if you're made in heaven", she answered.
He laughed. "And?",
"Unfortunately you're made in China", she joked.
He extended his hand. "I'm Mark Sloan by the way".
"Nice to meet you Mark. I'm Casey Hudson", she said as she shook his hand.
They smiled at each other.
Mark then raised his glass. "Let's toast! To a wonderful evening!".
Casey also raised her glass. "To a wonderful evening, to new friends and to the revival of old and corny pickup lines!".
GA
2 hours later, a cab stopped in front of the apartment building where Casey lived. Taking out her wallet, Mark stopped her.
"The cab is on me", he said. "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have to ride a cab home".
Casey nodded and grabbed a what looked like a business card.
"I had a wonderful time tonight", she said, looking him in the eyes.
He nodded. "I had a wonderful time as well. We really should do it again".
Casey nodded, without answering the question.
She leaned forward suddenly and kissed Mark with all the passion that had been built between them during the night. Mark kissed her back with the same amount of passion. After a few seconds they both realized that they were probably being watched by the cab driver. Reluctantly they let go of each other.
Casey slipped the business card in his jacket pocket, before opening the door.
"Goodbye Mark".
"'Night, Casey".
GA
Another 30 minutes later the cab stopped at the Grand Hyatt Hotel and after paying the cab driver, Mark quickly made his way up to his room.
After making himself a drink, Mark suddenly reached into his pocket and grabs a hold of the card Casey had slipped into it.
He turned it around to see if there was something he was missing. Because the address scribbled on the card was not located in New York.
All it said was:
Casey Hudson
129 Freemont Road
98101 Seattle, WA
GA
The End or To Be Continued??