'Ello everyone. I know I haven't really posted anything in months, but now I am on a roll. I have a bunch of stories planed out. Mainly going off of this one.

Backstory: I was challenged by one of my friends that I couldn't write 500 stories in two years. But, here's the catch. Every story has a different prompt word, and every 100 stories have to deal with one couple, and one couple only.

I have decided that my first 100 stories will be based off of this couple right here: Mark Sloan and Derek Shepperd. Each 'story' will advance from this one. Reviews are nice, so please, review?


001. Tired

Being a doctor had it's down-falls. Constantly being tired was one of them. Of course, if he didn't have sex with someone every night, and sometimes multiple times during the day, then maybe he wouldn't be so damn tired all the time! Bust asking him to cut back on sex was like asking the Pope not to be Catholic. It just wasn't possible. But lately, he was slowing down with the sex. And it wasn't just because the nurses hated him, nor the fact that he slept with almost every single woman at Seattle Grace. The reason he was slowing down was simple: Hair care products. The person that he wanted to sleep with had a wonderful amount of hair care products. Not that it was the only thing that made him want this person, but it was a plus.

Mark closed his eyes, nearly falling asleep there in the elevator. He needed to get some sleep as soon as possible. His mind kept wandering to things that it shouldn't be, and that was saying something for Mark. Unfortunately, Mark Sloan didn't have much time to think these inappropriate thoughts because when the elevator dinged open to floors above the lobby, the very person that he was thinking of walked in. Of course, the other half was there. Meredith. Meredith was always there when Mark needed to talk to Derek. And it was near impossible to break the two apart, but it almost seemed like Mark's luck was changing. When the elevator reached the lobby, Meredith and Derek went their separate ways. That gave Mark his chance.

"Hey Derek, do you want to get a drink?" Mark asked, chasing after his best friend, and the guy that he secretly wanted to sleep with. It was probably not healthy, wanting to sleep with your best friend. Not to mention the fact that Mark Sloan, the biggest man-whore of them all, was having thoughts about sleeping with a guy, best friend or not. Sure, Mark was tired as hell and right now he just wanted to sleep more then anything in the world. But, this would probably be his only chance to get drunk and tell Derek how he felt.

Derek knew better than to trust Mark though. It always seemed that Mark wanted to get a drink when something happened in Mark's life. So, apprehensively, Derek asked, "Why? What do you have planed?"

"Nothing," Mark replied a little too quickly. "Nothing. Just, I've had a tough day and I thought that I would get a drink with my best friend."

"You're not my best friend. And it's sad that I'm your best friend," Derek replied, a smirk playing at his lips.

"Hey, that's hitting below the belt," Mark joked. He knew that this was Derek's way of getting back at him for the whole Addison thing. Mark just went along with it to make Derek feel better. After all, Mark did owe Derek this much. "So you up for the drink or not? I'll even pay."

"You must really want this drink. Normally I'm the one stuck with the tab," Derek commented.

"Hey, I'm trying to be a nice guy here," Mark said, this time a smirk starting to appear on his lips.

"You're never the nice guy," Derek said, still apprehensive of Mark. "Fine, whatever. You want to go to Joe's?"

Mark nodded. Joe's was the safest place. If worse came to worse, the people there would understand. Mark was just tired. That was all.

Twenty minutes later, Mark set down his third empty beer bottle. Derek was hardly even done with his first glass of scotch. "You must have had a crappy day," Derek commented, noting how much Mark was drinking. Sure, Mark normally drank a lot, but Derek hadn't seen him drink this heavily since college, and even then he didn't drink this fast.

"I think I'm falling for someone," Mark replied.

"You? Falling for someone? The only person that I've ever known you to fall for was my wife," Derek said half-joking and semi-bitter.

"Hey, I'm not joking, okay?" Mark snapped.

"Neither am I. So, who is she?" Derek asked, looking forward and away from his friend. Mark looked over at Derek and watched him swirl the scotch around his glass. Looking down at the bar, Mark didn't say anything. He wasn't near drunk enough to say anything to Derek about the truth. "Mark, are you okay?" Derek asked, looking over to his friend. He was getting a little worried about him. He looked at Mark who was still staring at the bar, deep in thought.

Mark finally looked up into Derek's eyes. His perfect eyes. Just as quickly as Mark looked up into his eyes, Mark dropped his gaze back to the bar. "It's...It's not a woman," Mark mumbled. He felt really awkward saying it out loud, especially to Derek, but he needed to get it off his chest. Needed it to be out there in the open.

"Oh. Well, I-um...I didn't know that you were," Derek started.

"I'm not. It's just this guy...He's special. And perfect, and I can't have him," Mark mumbled, finishing off his fourth beer. Mark knew that he was opening himself up for more question, but what was he going to do? Just shut Derek out for the rest of his life? Maybe this was what it was like for Callie when she realized that she had feelings for Hahn.

Derek too a slow sip from his drink. Obviously Mark wanted to talk about this. Mark, of all people, wanted to talk about relationships and feelings. It was actually kind of creepy in a way. "Why can't you have him?" Derek asked, knowing that it was a safer question than asking Mark who it was. Of course, Derek felt like an idiot for asking. Mark didn't say anything, he just gave Derek one of those famous 'Mark Sloan' looks. "Fine. What do you want me to ask, who it is you're lusting after?" Derek asked, getting a little annoyed.

"I'm not lusting after anyone! Damn it Derek! This is the one time I'm actually in love, and you mock me for it!" Mark expressed. He was a little peeved that Derek was mocking him, even if it was what they did to each other. For once in his life, Mark was being serious. And he wanted Derek to take it seriously.

"Who is it, Mark?" Derek asked gently, looking away from his scotch again.

Mark looked at his beer bottle. This was his chance. The moment that he had been wishing for minutes ago. Still, Mark was doubtful. If Mark said what he really wanted to say, well, it would ruin their friendship, again. It would ruin everything. Sighing, Mark put his fifth beer to his lips. After taking a nice long drink, Mark looked at Derek. "Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm just tired."

Yeah, that was it. Mark Sloan was just tired.