Chapter 2
"Okay so just a few more steps now." Said Emma as she held tightly onto Izzie's arm. Emma wanted Izzie to get moving, she was recovering from her last surgery well but she need to be more active. Izzie said she wanted to go see her friends, and Emma had rushed over after work to help her around. Izzie's condition was taking a serious toll on Emma's Job, but she refused to not be there for Izzie.
"Steven's, what are you doing here?" Asked Derek shepherd as Izzie walked towards him.
"Well I needed to get moving, so I thought I'd come see how things are without me?" she said smiling.
"Oh, I think we're getting along just fine." He said laughing,
"We'll see about that." Izzie grinned.
"Well I have to get going, but don't stand up too long, make sure you rest." He said as he started to walk away,
"And it was nice to see you again Emma." He yelled back at them. They laughed as he rounded the corner. Shepherd had not been so keen on Emma when their first encounter was her demanding to see Izzie's chart, but he seemed to warm to her, realising she was an excellent doctor, despite being only an intern.
"I think I might need to sit down." Izzie said, looking a little pale.
"Oh ok, well hang on..."
"Well, well well, Stevens, looking good." Said Mark Sloan as he sauntered over to them with a cheeky smile on his handsome face.
"Oh good, do you think you could get me a wheel chair?" Asked Emma.
"Excuse me?" Sloan said, as though offended.
"A wheel chair, for Izzie, who has cancer. Or do you have something better to do?" She threatened.
He tightened his lips, fetching one from nearby while Izzie clung onto Emma's arm.
"Thank you." Izzie said slumping into the chair while breathing out heavily, evidently exhausted.
"I think we might have over done it for today." Said Emma squeezing Izzie's shoulder, about to take the wheel the chair but Sloan beat her too it, wheeling Izzie off towards the elevator.
"Hey, I could have done that." Emma protested, walking quickly behind him.
"Stevens is a patient, I am a doctor, so I have the experience to take care of her." Mark went on, "Besides, an attractive girl like you shouldn't have to deal with patients." Mark said, trying to flatter Emma. Izzie burst into laughter at Sloan's failed attempt to hit on her sister. Tears were almost streaming down her cheeks as she saw Emma's face, a look of disgust etched upon it. Mark Sloan looked over the stranger standing next to him in the elevator. She had a slender body, but was not very thin, with very pale white skin. Her lips were a darkish pink and her hair was golden blonde, hung long in natural waves. But her eyes were the most beautiful, big and dark brown; with a deep sincerity to them. Sloan ignored the pain behind those eyes, believing that she was an easy target to mend his broken heart. But how wrong he was.
"Okay, first of all I am a doctor," argued Emma, a bitter edge to her voice which didn't quite fit a very natural features,
"I am the best intern where I work and I am fully well capable of looking after Izzie. And secondly..."
"Secondly, if you ever hit on sister again Sloan I will kill you." Izzie cut in giving him a smirk.
"Woh! Blondie's defending Barbie. Well she doesn't look that much like you Steven's, got to say. I mean your both gorgeous but, there's something very different about you."
"Did you seriously just call her Barbie? And we have different fathers." Izzie added quietly. Tension fell between them, but Sloan didn't seem to notice.
"A part from the eyes, the same colour. Yet again, there still very different." Sloan carried on, oblivious to his surroundings, as he starred into Emma's eyes, absorbed by them. Silence fell in the elevator as the tension grew and Sloan flicked his glance away from Emma's eyes, as though something in them had stung him. Eventually the doors swung open to reveal a worried Alex, wondering where on earth his wife had got too. He rushed Izzie out of the elevator and into her bed room leaving Emma and Sloan standing in the elevator. Neither one of them moved, just waited for the doors to slam shut. When they finally did Sloan spoke,
"You're not going with Stevens?"
"No I have to get back to work." She said clutching her jacket and bag tightly.
"Oh so, when are you free for dinner then?" He asked a smirk stretched across his handsome face.
Emma stared at him in disbelief.
"Do you ever give up?" She said, shaking her head at him.
"Not usually." Sloan looked at her, smiling cheekily, and Emma couldn't help but laugh a little, letting a smile slip onto her beautiful face.
"Ah, I saw that, you smiled, you so want to go out with me!"
"No," Emma couldn't stop from smiling, "No, no, I don't. I don't date anymore." She said her face falling and the laugh fading from her voice.
"What do you mean, don't date? How is that even possible?"
"Well I have surgery, that's all I need." Said Emma as the doors swung open and she walked out without looked back at Sloan. Mark followed her out of the elevator and shouted out to her,
"That's a lie, and you'll give in one day, Barbie." Emma stopped and turned back to see Sloan walking back into the elevator.
"The name is Emma!" she called, but Sloan has already disappeared. Emma turned and walked out of the hospital. As soon as she reached the cold night air, Emma suddenly began to run. She ran as fast as she could away from that place and to her car. She could feel the tears and choking pain over whelming her and she leant her arms against the front of her car coughing and breathing slowly, trying not to let the panic consume her. She sucked the cold air in through her teeth and reached for the wedding-ring that sat on a chain around her neck. She gripped it tightly, letting herself find some new strength. She had been up forty-eight hours, and instead of going home, Emma climbed into her small old car and drove for an hour to work. Emma refused to stop and think, because if she thought, the memories would never stop flowing through her mind, and she would not be able to keep breathing anymore.
