Title The Plan
Chap 1 Muffin Lovin'
Author Devylish
Fandom Grey's Anatomy
Pairing Mallie Mark/Callie
Rating Erh, PG maybe PG13… I suckkkk at rating
Words 648
Spoilers Um none
Warnings See 'Spoilers' : )
Disclaimer I own fricking NOTHING
AN Okay, this is an idea that wouldn't let me go… alas, this is all that I've written so far. I know where I want it to go, but time time time time…..
AN First Grey's Anatomy fic, so, if I've got it wrong… erh… sorry!

MALLIE ThePlan MALLIE ThePlan MALLIE ThePlan MALLIE ThePlan

"Hey Gorgeous."

Without looking up from the newspaper she was reading, Callie mumbled a half-hearted greeting. "Sloan."

He settled on the other side of booth, placing his tray down while he watched her. "Any disease in your family?"

A second went by before she looked up and stared at him, a look of confusion on her face. "What?"

"Your family." He opened the bottle of milk he'd purchased. "Do the Torres' have any particular hereditary diseases?"

She tilted her head to the side looking at him over the edge of her newspaper. "Come again?"

"You know: Graves, Diabetes, Heart conditions?"

Straightening the paper so that she could refocus on it, she started reading again before answering. "My mom has arthritis."

Sloan fiddled with the milk cap, his nimble fingers twisting and flipping the plastic top. "Any mental instabilities?"

Callie sighed. "Is this a new 'irritate Torres' ploy of yours? Stop her from enjoying one of her few free moments by asking her inane questions?"

He smiled. "That wasn't my plan, no. But hey, if it's doing that too…."

"Then what? What do you want Mark?" She picked up her, now cold, cup of coffee and took a sip as she waited for his response. She found it strange that his silence was more irritating and unnerving than his questions.

"So, how old are you?"

She nearly spat out her coffee. "You don't reallllly expect me to answer that do you? What woman tells a man how old she is?"

He grinned, "A woman who isn't afraid." A challenge was laced through his voice.

Callie lowered and folded her newspaper before leaning back against the red pleather of the booth, her arms crossed over her chest. "How old do you 'think' I am?" Her eyebrow was raised in a responding challenge.

"There's NO right answer to that question and you know it. If I guess too high, you'll dropkick me. If I guess too low, you'll become a 'female' and accuse me of patronizing you."

"Now who's afraid?"

"You're an undeniably scary woman, Torres."

"And you'd do well not to forget that fact."

Sloan grinned, "Oh, I won't. You're dangerous and vulnerable all at the same time, it's intriguing." He winked at her. "And sexy. Your danger is definitely part of your sex appeal. That and the little sound you make right before you climax."

Callie flushed, and surreptitiously glanced around the room, making certain no one was listening to Mark's taunting.

"Vulnerable my ass," she muttered quietly before redirecting the conversation. "Stop playing with your food and get to the point. Why the Twenty-Questions Sloan?"

"I can't help it if I like playing with muffins." Mark popped a piece of the blueberry one he'd purchased in his mouth with a smile, and studied Callie's face for a minute. She had great features; beautiful eyes, great hair, and a smile that could turn a man on from across the room. Add to that, the fact that she was intelligent and passionate…. He made up his mind. "I've got a proposition for you."

"I've already told you 'no', we're not doing that! Again. Ever!"

He grinned a 'we'll see about that grin' and pushed his half finished tray away from him. Leaning in he continued. "I'm not talking about that, not exactly."

Callie glanced at her wrist, "Well make it fast Romeo. I only have a few more minutes left for my break."

His continued silence made her look up from gathering her belongings. She blinked. She could have sworn she just saw a look, a fleeting look, of uncertainty on his face. But that couldn't be – Mark Sloan was one of the most confident men – one of the most confident humans – she'd ever met in her life. His silence, and his trepidation, crap, now she was worried. "What is it Sloan? What do you want?"

"Let's have a baby."

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Tbc…eventually…