A/N: So this has been running through my head for the past week. I'm a procrastinator, you have no idea how many games of computer Solitaire I played before got the first paragraph done, but I figured I should start it now. To the one person who reviewed my first story, I'll love you forever, but I'm sorry there isn't gonna be a new chapter. I've got zero ideas for that one. Maybe you could help me…. Anyhoo, this starts at 5.08 and takes a 2.1/2 year jump. Let's just say that Meredith and Derek's non-wedding is happening now. There's a lot of Cristina, so by extension Owen, but it's mostly Mark/Callie. The Callie/Cristina friendship is there because they both kick ass and Shonda should add more of their friendship. But I know that'll never happen, because she doesn't really give a crap what the viewers think. Moving along swiftly, I own nothing except Analilia, that's kind of the point of fan fiction, it's for the FANS. Oh and same goes for my last story, I didn't put a disclaimer there.

"Are okay?" He asked.

"Do I look okay?" She asked back.

"You look great." He replied.

"Then I'm okay." She lied.

Of course she looked great. There was never a time in Callie's life when she didn't. She was probably the only woman Mark knew who almost looked better without make-up, than she did with it. But she wasn't okay.

Mark pulled her into the nearest on call room.

"Trying to seduce me Dr. Sloan?" Callie smiled, but her heart wasn't in it.

"Far from it, Dr. Torres. I'm trying to talk some sense into you. You can joke all you want about this, but we both know you're hurt. Just talk about it, Torres. I'm right here, I'm asking. Answer me honestly now. Are you okay?"

He put his hands on either side of her face, but she wouldn't meet his eyes.

"Mark, can you just stop it please? Stop trying to…" Callie paused, looking for the right words,"get inside my head. I'm not okay and you clearly know I'm not okay, so stop asking. Leave me alone."

She walked towards the door, but he continued talking.

"Y'know, I've been waiting for this day."

Callie stopped walking.

"You've been waiting for the day Erica would leave and make me feel like shit? That a really nice sentiment Sloan. You really know how make a girl feel better." Callie crossed her arms and glared at him.

"Not feeling like shit part, the Erica leaving part. Or just the two of you breaking up in general."

"Why? So I would stop asking you for sex advice and obstruct your new over-turned leaf?" Her tone was cynical now. What the hell was he getting at?

"Naah, we both know that leaf thing was bullshit. I enjoyed helping you out. A lot." He smirked.

"You enjoyed helping me out and that's why you were waiting for the day Erica and I broke up?" Callie was beyond confused now.

"Cut me some slack here, I've done never this before." He put his chin in his hands and scratched his stubble.

"Done what before? You're kind of scaring me now."

"I've been waiting for the day you would realize that nothing could or would happen with Erica, because… because you're too good for her Cal. The fact that she just left without saying anything proves that. We… we would be so good together Callie."

Her full name. There was Cal and Torres, but hardly Callie. He was being sincere.

"Say something. Anything. Callie?" He stared at her with those big blue eyes.

"Mark… If we… If we started… something and it didn't work out… you're the only person whose ever genuinely cared about me… I don't… we can't." She was nearing tears.

Mark didn't know what to say. She was voicing all the anxieties he'd been thinking, but he needed to know, he needed to ask if she felt the same.

"Callie, do you want to be with me? I love you. Do you feel the same way? Could you feel the same way?"

"I… I…"

She didn't know if she did.

He was Mark. He was the first person she called when anything happened.

He was her friend.

Mark pulled her close. They stared intensely at one another for a few seconds. And then he kissed her.

She couldn't fight him.

Her mind was telling her all that she would lose if they got together and subsequently broke up.

But she couldn't fight him.

He was Mark. He was the first person she called when anything happened.

He was more than her friend.

Yet she had to fight him.

Callie had thought with everything except her mind in her last two relationships and all she had to show for it was a torn up marriage certificate and the red t-shirt Erica left at her apartment.

She couldn't do it again.

And apparently she wouldn't have to.

Mark pulled away from her and looked straight into her eyes. She was about to forget all her shit and say she loved him back.

But she didn't.

So he ran.

All the way to New York.

That was more than two years ago. Mark had not seen, nor spoken to Callie since and it had nearly killed him. He spent the first six months alternating between throwing himself into his work at his friend Dana's private practice and getting shitfaced drunk. There were women of course; he wouldn't be Mark Sloan if there weren't any women. But they never matched up to her. They were one-night stands, much like Callie had been years ago, but he had nothing to say to them other than "I'll call you a cab" after the deed was done. And now he was back in Seattle for Meredith and Derek's wedding. Chief Webber had been e-mailing him for months, flat out begging Mark to come back to SGH. He had only replied to the first one and ignored the rest. Derek was the only person he kept in touch with from back home. Home. That's what Seattle was. He could bitch about the weather all he wanted, but it was home to him. It was where she was.

A/N: So what do you think? I'm gonna write more, whether I get reviews or not. It gets waaay more interesting in the next chapter. PLEASE review. I'm begging you.