SO I forgot to spell check the first time around. Apologies. Anyway here you go. Please read and review.

P.S. Knocked Up was amazing. Not oscar winning amazing but great none the less.

She was a beautiful woman that was for sure. She had that perfect shiny hair that was perfectly put into place and killer legs that her skirt and stilettos showed off flawlessly. She was not unlike Addison Montogomery, but she had this air about her. She was the reason that Mark Sloan avoided blondes like the plague. She was the love them and leave them type. It amazed Derek how a "manwhore" like Mark could be tricked by her time and again. He felt a chill run down his spine as he watched her walk confidently to the elevator. That was the first time in a long time that Derek Shepherd had taken the stairs.

It was just another rainy day in Settle, but Mark Sloan tried to be positive. He was running out of reasons to stay at Seattle Grace. Addison was gone and he wasn't Chief, so he was grasping at straws trying to make his friendship with Derek reason enough to stay. He was reading a chart when he heard the feminine sound of heels clicking against the tile of the floor. He quickly tried to decide who it was. Addison was in LA and none of the other women on staff wore the things. He would assume a non-employee until, but they were headed in his direction. He turned around to get a look at the creature responsible for the noise. He felt the breath catch in his throat. Not her...anyone but her.

Derek was too late. He had been stopped by one of the new interns and Meredith. Time wasn't on his side. He watched as Mark Sloan Plastics Extrodinare became as helpless as a tiny little bug under her gaze. He came to stand by Cristina and Izzie who were debating the pros and cons of a ten blade. They noticed his stare and followed it quickly to an intriguing blonde and Dr. Sloan.

"Who is the high fashion Barbie?"

"Hey I thought I was Barbie."

"You are in a Malibu kind of way."

"Her name is Madeline Bradbury. She's the reason Mar..Dr. Sloan is the way he is. Well part of it the rest is his mother's doing. I wonder what she is doing here?"

"She looks like she is going to eat him."

"It's sad to see a man reduced to that over a bimbo in 400 dollar shoes." She thought highly of Dr. Sloan, and this woman was bringing him down.

"Ahhh Dr. Stevens she is not a bimbo."

"Manipulative bitch?"

"There you go."

"How do you know those shoes cost 400 dollars?"

"I know many things about shoes and clothing in general."

"I forget you were a model."

"This is just sad. Some one should save him."

"How do you propose we do that?"

"I swear if you want something done...do you still have Meredith's lipgloss?"

"Yeah."

"Let me see it." Izzie put on a coat of the pink gloss and unclipped her hair. It was wavy today. She was glad it was behaving its self. She looked at Cristina hoping for reassurance.

"You realize you could walk around in a hospital gown and still look hot?"

"Thanks. Dr. Shepherd?"

"I'm not allowed to say you're hot, and you need more than looks to save Mark from her."

"I have many tricks. Cristina how are my boobs?"

"Seriously?"

"Yes."

"Big."

"Good."

Mark was drowning in the quicksand that was Madeline Bradbury.

"Mark it's been so long since I have seen you."

"It has. Ummm what exactly are you doing here?"

"I heard you came out here and after my marriage fell apart I just had to see you." Dear God please send me an angel to save me from this hell. Mark pleaded.

"So you aren't with Steven anymore."

"No I didn't love him. I missed you."

"Oh. Really?"

"Yes. I swear you are so silly sometimes." Anytime now would be good. Mark was helpless around her.

"Well so you came all the way out here for me?"

"Yes Mark just for you." She was doing it again, but then he felt an arm around his and saw Madeline's eyes narrow.

"Hey I got out of surgery early I just thought I would come say hi to you before you had to leave." Izzie Stevens?

"Umm hello. I'm Madeline Bradbury. I'm an old friend of Mark's."

"Hi I'm Isobel. So you're the Madeline Mark has told me about." Izzie was being nice.

"He told you about me."

"Of course we don't keep anything from our past a secret. Do we sweetie?" Oh she wanted him to respond.

"That's right. We don't keep secrets." That sounded surprisingly confidant.

"That's sweet. So are you a nurse here?"

"No no. I'm a surgeon actually."

"A surgeon? I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you look awfully familiar." He knew that tone she was trying to draw blood. Izzie had no idea what she was up against.

"That's probably because I did some modeling. I have a few big ads. Bethany Whisper was the most recent." Maybe she did. She had regained the upperhand.

"That's so nice. A model and a surgeon. And you're so young."

"Just turned twenty eight actually."

"She's just too cute Mark." He wished they would stop expecting him to respond. This was weird enough.

"I like to think so. Don't let it full you though. She's just full of surprises." He looked directly at Izzie when he spoke this last part.

"Well sweetie I need to go. I'll call you when I get off, ok?"

""All right." Then she leaned in and whispered in a way that would suggest something intimate. "You can thank me for this later." Then she laid one on him. You know just for good measure. He was stunned. Stunned. Yep that's pretty much the only way to describe it. She came to his defense and kissed him. Last time he had checked they had had a pleasant teacher student relationship. Well that was pretty much shot now.

"Izzie you just kissed McSteamy."

"I know."

"He's an attending."

"I know."

"You kissed him in front of his ex girlfriend."

"I know."

"You put your self at the center of the hospital gossip."

"I know."

"Welcome to the club."