I was in a weird place when I thought of the idea for this. I really wanted to create an OC and thought it'd be interesting to write as the bad guy for once. So, if you hate the main character, I'm doing my job. Enjoy!

My name is Layla Devon. I am very intelligent, very beautiful, and very determined. You may think I'm arrogant, and that's because I am. I'm a surgeon, I have to be arrogant. You can't succeed if you don't believe 110% in your abilities and to do that, you have to be a bit of an ass. It's the way it goes.

I moved to Seattle reluctantly. Being from California, I'm spoiled by the sun and the sand, and the coolness of Seattle didn't quite agree with me. But the Chief at Seattle Grace is trying to build up an army of skilled surgeons to bring his hospital up from the number 12 spot. And with the money he was offering to get me to be his head cardiac surgeon…well, I simply couldn't refuse.

So now here I stand, in the lobby of the large and unfamiliar hospital, feeling thoroughly out of place. Attendings, residents, and interns ran around in blue scrubs and $12 sneakers. They all knew exactly where they were going and what they needed to do there. That I liked, because I'm the same way. You have to move with a purpose or there really isn't any reason to move at all.

The Chief found someone to show me around the hospital. Every brightly lit hallway looked exactly the same: white lights, scrubs, cold metal. The man showing me around looked more like an excited little boy with light brown hair and blue eyes. He introduced himself as Dr. O'Malley, a resident. I was immediately disinterested. I'm not prejudiced, per se, it's just that I prefer men with more…experience.

"Thank you very much," I said sweetly, flashing my glittering white teeth in the young doctor's direction. His bright smile faltered for a moment, his mouth hanging slightly open. I wasn't kidding when I said I was beautiful. It was a brilliant gift to have.

"N-No problem," he stuttered, laughing nervously. His one hand absentmindedly went through his short hair. He began to walk away, backwards at first, stumbling over his feet. After a cheerful wave from me, he turned and awkwardly half-ran down the corridor. I laughed inwardly. He was cute but definitely not my type.

"So?" a voice behind me asked. I turned to see the Chief standing a few feet away. He was pretty tall but between my natural height and my stiletto heels, I was almost level with him.

"It's nice," I said pleasantly. "When do I start?"

"How's Monday?" He was trying to conceal his excitement, but I could tell he was extremely relieved that I had accepted the position.

"Sounds great," I agreed. He went back to work with a grin. I noticed pep in his step as he walked away. This time, I couldn't contain the laughter that was forming inside of me and had to head down the hallway in the opposite direction so he wouldn't hear.

It turns out that this detour was for the better. It allowed me to explore the hospital and participate in my favorite sport ever created—People Watching. Leaning against a nurses' station in the distance was a pretty blonde woman. She worked with a smile and there were animals stitched into her white lab coat. Peds.

She was approached by a dark haired Latino woman. She was curvy but fairly good looking. She grinned at the Peds surgeon, and—surprise!—gave her a kiss. Lesbians. That was interesting.

Now this is better, I found myself thinking, turning my attention to another doctor. He was tall, muscular, and very hot. He was headed in my direction, but I didn't look away, not even as he drew so close to me that I could see the few gray hairs on his head. His ice eyes locked onto my deep green ones. Not even that heart-breaking stare could make me turn away.

"Can I help you?" he asked smoothly. His calm demeanor and stunning looks could mean only one thing: he was a player. That was perfect.

"Maybe," I replied teasingly. I noticed him bite the inside of his cheek.

"Mark Sloan, plastics," he introduced himself, holding out his hand.

"Plastics?" I laughed, shaking his hand. "Of course you are."

"And just who might you be?" His voice trailed off expectantly.

"I am Layla Devon. New cardiac surgeon here. From California," I responded. He raised his eyebrows, popping out his lower lip.

"Interesting. Maybe I'll be seeing you around sometime then," Mark Sloan said. I very much hoped so.

"Maybe," I repeated. Even though we had nothing else to say to each other, we remained standing where we were, barely a foot apart from each other.

"Mark Sloan!" I looked around Mark's muscular physique to see the dark-haired lesbian racing over to us.

"Yes?" he asked her, sounding slightly annoyed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You have a girlfriend Mark. Remember Lexie? That twelve-year-old you've been doing?" Mark rolled his eyes, turning to his friend.

"Yes, I am aware," he said, his voice exaggerated. The lesbian stood with one hand on her hip, staring at Mark with disapproving eyes, her eyebrows hidden by her bangs. "There's nothing wrong with talking to a new surgeon."

"There is when the surgeon's a chick and she looks like that!" I wondered if I should consider that a compliment. "You're a retired manwhore; you can't be trusted around women." Mark looked at me, his beautiful eyes imploring.

"It's okay. We were done here anyway," I interjected, my voice bittersweet. Mark's friend threw me a look, rolled her eyes and sighed at Mark, then left in a huff, probably to go seek comfort in her girlfriend.

"Sorry about that. Callie's worried I'm going to cheat on my girlfriend," Mark explained apologetically.

"No, it's okay. I understand. I'll see you around then?" I let a hopeful tone sneak into my voice. Mark nodded. The serious look on his face was so hot. I waved as I turned on my heel and left, hoping that it had the same effect on him as it had on that other doctor. What was his name? O'Donnell?…O'Brian?…no, there was an 'M' in it….Oh well. I didn't care about him anyway.

So Mark Sloan had a girlfriend…was that a deal breaker? I didn't think so….

Hehe I feel so evil. Please review with your thoughts, you have no idea how much they help.