Chapter 2- Unwelcomed

"Excuse me, I am looking for…" Mark stopped when he reached at the nurses' station where one of female residents was writing down in a chart. All of the sudden he got speechless… for an unknown reason.

The petite doctor looked at him questioning. "Sir, may I help you with something?"

There was a second when he was ready to speak up again, but once that he saw her green eyes, he was dazed again.

The doctor smiled sympathetic and turning towards him, she leaned her body side against the counter. "Are you looking for psychiatry?" She asked him. "That one is down at the second floor.

"What?" That word, 'psychiatry' seemed to have an effect on him and brought him back to reality. "Funny, but no." He answered irritated and offended by the fact that he had been taken as a psycho. He would have wanted to continue with his bitterness, but there was something in her eyes that sweetened him. "I'm sorry" Mark smiled charming at her. "I am looking for…" Maybe it was just a déjà vu, but he needed to know. "Wait a minute! Why do I have the feeling that I know you?"

"I don't know, but if you don't need anything then I would appreciate if you let me do my job; I have patients to heal and interns to supervise so…" The resident had listened to him amused until she had the impression that Mark was mocking her.

Mark cut her off right away as he smiled guilty and remembered what he was there for. "I'm sorry! I am looking for dr. …" but the name remained unspoken when a male voice shouted at him with anger.

"What in the hell are you doing here?" Mark turned around to see Derek walking furious towards him. He could see him red to his face and fuming of anger. Right behind Derek, Addison was heading towards him with lines of worry on her face.

Mark turned his back to the resident he had been talking to until then and sighed with guilt as he saw the reason he was in Seattle for. "Derek, Addison" He muttered quietly. He had no idea what to tell them, but he needed to fin something… do something… anything.

"What are you doing here Mark?" Addison asked him as she stepped in front of Derek to hold him away from Mark.

Just that, Derek was too angry to stay aside. He hitched Addison away from his face and with a strong grip, he grabbed Mark by his jacket and pushed himself into him, forcing Mark to take a big step behind to regain the stability on his feet.

"You made a big mistake coming here!" Derek threatened him without loosing his fists from Mark's leather jacket.

Mark tried to stay in defense, calm, hoping that he would make Derek calmer. "Derek, we need to talk" He stated into a calm voice and peacefully he put his hands over Derek's to release himself from his grip.

As response to his peaceful proposal, Derek shoved him harder. "Maybe you need to talk, but I don't need to listen" He blared out his anger. "Just thinking of you makes me feel sick to my stomach" and as exclamation to his shouts, Derek punched him in his face sending him to ground.

"Derek!" The resident yelled at him while she hurried to help Mark stand up. "What is wrong with you?" She glared at him reproachfully.

Addison managed to pull Derek back to her while Derek shook his hand without loosing Mark from his deadly glares. "This is the man who ruined marriage" He muttered calmer and after he glanced at that resident, Derek turned around and walked away.

"You should leave, Mark." Addison warned him before she followed her husband.

The resident led Mark into an exam room to clean his wound.

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"So you are the best friend who screwed his wife, huh?" The resident asked Mark, accusingly looking at him while she put on some gloves to clean the cut that Derek's punch had produced on his cheekbone.

Mark chuckled and immediately winced in pain as his would contracted. "I can see that I am famous already" He joked as he jumped up on the exam table.

The resident looked back at him with an eye brow lifted, surprised to see the serenity that Mark took his former best friends' reaction. "You are, but not in a positive way" She answered coldly and brought to table the kit to clean his wound.

"I guess I made a bad first impression, didn't I?" Mark chuckled again trying to look charming in front of the female doctor that earlier dazed him.

"I don't make impressions about strangers" She replied simply.

Mark just smiled back at her statement and stayed quiet. Watching her while she cleaned his face, Mark got a closer look to her face features. Once again… there was something familiar at her.

The resident started getting annoyed by his permanent stare, so she grabbed him by his chin and jerked his face to a side, so Mark lost her from his sight. He sighed resigned and let her do her job.

As she released his chin to take a cotton ball and dry the wound before she could stitch it, Mark look back at her and picked up his study over her.

"Ok, stop doing that!" She warned him very serious when she caught his stares on her again.

"What am I doing?" Mark laughed amused of the fact that he had been caught.

"You are staring at me" She answered irritated.

Mark chuckled again and sighed as he tried to look serious at her. "I am sorry, but you remind me of someone I knew a long time ago…" He finally got to the point. "Are you sure we haven't met before?" He asked her curiously.

The resident sighed and looked at him. As she watched him more, she got as intrigued as Mark. "I don't know" She muttered confused. This time, she was the one who couldn't take her eyes away from him. "I have to admit that you have a familiar face, but… who knows… maybe it is just déjà vu. Now let me clean this." She chuckled herself too at the strange feeling of déjà vu and then, she grabbed his chin with one hand to finish his face.

"Ouch" Mark winced in pain when Meredith pressed harder over his cut.

"Sorry" The resident smiled, surprisingly, warmly this time. Mark winked back as answer, glad to see a friendly gesture coming from her.

The door opened and a young doctor walked inside and came over to that resident. The resident looked at her and flashed her a friendly smile. "Hi Christina"

"Hey Meredith, I need your opinion about this case that has just arrived" Christina stated holding out to her a chart.

"Sure, let me finish the suture here" Meredith had already started to stitch Mark's face when Christina walked in, so her friend stepped back and leaned against the counter beside the door waiting for her friend to finish.

Mark's heart startled in the second he heard Christina saying that name.

It wasn't a déjà vu after all.

Was it possible to be the same Meredith?

Was it possible to find her here in Seattle?

He needed to be sure of that, but he wanted to do it in private, without Christina's presence. "Do you mind if you wait for her outside?" Mark looked at Christina with a glare, letting her know that she should leave.

Christina lifted and eyebrow shocked to see his impertinence. "Excuse me?" She laughed sarcastic and with superiority from her position as doctor. "Since when a patient kicks out a doctor from an exam room?"

"Didn't you hear about the doctor-patient privacy and confidentiality?" he asked her annoyed by her tone, but knowingly in the same time to make her see that he knew what he was talking about

Christina laughed ironic as she got back on her feet and walked to them. "Privacy for a stitch?"

"Yes, privacy for a stitch." Mark cut her off with the same irony as Christina talked to him.

Meredith let out a groan and then she looked over at her friend. "Please Christina, wait outside; I'll finish right away"

At first, Christina looked at her curiously, but after she saw her serious, Christina rolled her eyes and got out muttering angry "Whatever"

Being left alone, Mark could not help not to stare at Meredith with a surprised smile on his face "Is there any chance so that your name would be Grey?"

Meredith stopped from what she was doing and looked at him curiously. He looked familiar to her too, and now to see that he knew her last name… Can he be? His name being Mark… "Why do you ask?" She asked curious than ever.

"I told you, you look familiar and now that I know your name … Meredith…" He looked at her with a warm smile. The first one he offered to anyone in the past months. "The coincidence is too big" He stated in daze. The coincidence it was indeed too big. She had his Meredith's features; the ones he still remembered.

Meredith continued to look at him stunned. The coincidence was indeed too big for her too. "Well… is there any chance that your last name would be Sloan?" She asked him cautiously.

That was the question that answered to his stares. "So you are indeed Meredith Grey" He could not help but smile at her. Without worrying that he might be inappropriate, Mark ran his fingers through her hair.

They stared at each other analyzing what changes the last 15 years made to them.

Just the other night Mark remembered the girl he left in Boston and now to have her in front of his eyes, to be able to touch her again, feel her breath… everything from those times came back to him. She looked changed now, but her eyes and the sparkle he knew were the same; the smell and the softness of her hair… yes, she was indeed his Meredith. How was it possible to see her again after such a long time, after their lives ran on their own paths?

Meredith is looking surprised at the man in front of her; she never thought she would see him again… she wished it to, but she didn't hope. Now, her first love was standing right in there with her, in that exam room, and she was cleaning the wound he gain from best friend for sleeping with his wife. He was a completely different Mark from the one she knew, and not only physically. However, his look and his smile were the same he used to give her when they were together in High School.

But he wasn't that same Mark. He was no longer her Mark and that, made her smile disappointed at him. She took his hand out of her hair and finished the stitches.

Mark followed her every move, her every potential change at her inexpressive face. "Aren't you going to say anything to me?" He asked her. He didn't read yet her disappointment.

"What do you want me to say?" She asked him casual as she continued to stitch him.

"At least that you are happy to see me." Mark answered smiling as he tried to make the awkwardness he felt between them go away. They had a past together, so why was she looking so uncomfortable in front of him.

She was married. That was the thought that struck his mind. Immediately he looked to check if there is any proof of that, but her hands were covered by gloves, extra sized for her, so if there was any ring on her finger, then it was well hided.

"In other circumstances I would have been very happy to see you, but now…" she sighed as she took off the gloves and disposed them.

There was no ring. Mark didn't really listen to her in that moment.

"I think you already realized that you are not welcome here" She had headed to door already and now she stopped in its frame looking at Mark disappointed.

Her words snapped in Mark really hard and made him see the reality. A sudden urge to follow her made him jump off the table and go after her. "Meredith", he called her, but Meredith had already grabbed her friend's arm and dragged her after her.

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"Who is that guy?" Christina asked her curious as she tried to keep up with her speed.

They were far enough from Mark, so breathlessly, Meredith decided to slow down "That is Addison's lover" she answered in whisper without looking at her.

"The guy she cheated on Shepherd with?" Meredith looked at her and nodded as answer. "Wow! But why was he calling after you? Do you know each other?" Christina asked her.

They reached to elevators and Meredith went ahead to call for one of it. She gathered the hair in a ponytail and then she stuck her hands in her lab's pockets.

"Meredith, did you and Satan share the same men?" Christina asked her stunned after she got to a conclusion. Meredith's silence spoke more than thousands of words.

Meredith sighed holding her look away from Christina. She was definitely having a strange love life. Addison had Meredith's High School sweetheart and Meredith had Addison's husband.

"No" She lied and stepped inside the empty elevator.

Christina looked at her strangely. "But do you know him, don't you?"

Meredith sighed and looked at her ready to answer, but again she sighed. "It is a long story, but now tell me what did you want to show me?" she took the chart from Christina's hands.

"Ok, but you are not going to get rid of me that easy with that; you will still have to tell me"

Meredith continued to look over the chart without taking her eyes from it. "Fine, but not now"

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After he lost Meredith from his sight, Mark sighed disappointed and walked over to the nurses' station to ask where Chief's office was.

"Go straight ahead and down the hallway take left, cross the bridge and at its end on the right side you'll find his office" one of the nurses explained him.

"Thanks" Mark flashed them a wink and left to his destination, while the nurse giggled at each other.

There were four nurses there when Mark asked them that and now they followed him with their eyes.

"Isn't he the hottest man?" one of the nurses stated in awe.

"He definitely is" another one sighed dreaming.

"Why do you think he is looking for chief? Do you think he will complain about what Shepherd did to him?"

"I don't know, but I wouldn't want to see him in trouble."

"Me neither"

"I wonder why Shepherd punched this guy."

"I think it has something to do with Grey. Didn't you hear him calling her by her first name, as if he already knew her?"

"Do you think she is still sleeping with Shepherd, even if his wife is here now?"

"Maybe, and this guy might be her boyfriend or ex boyfriend and Shepherd is jealous"

"Damn it! I am jealous too. She gets all the hot men around"

"She sure does" said another one sighing.