Kept this chapter short but more will follow. Please review. And I dont own anything.
Mark Sloan had imagined what would happen if he ever saw Izzie Stevens again. Depending on his mood it would play out in two ways. The first way involved falling back into bed with his Izzie and getting her back but the second always involved him getting one over on his ex. Bumping into her at a conference after he had published a highly successful journal surrounded by a whirlwind of press and leaving Izzie realizing what she was missing out on. But in real life she was not missing out on much. Mark was in the same place he was five years ago only now Izzie was not even living in the same city.
And now she was standing in front of him looking like she had just stepped off a catwalk. All different emotions flooded him. He hated her but at the same time he still loved her. He had never stopped loving her but she had left, she had taken the first step and moved on. He knew she had gone to New York and was now working as one of the top plastic surgeons on the east coast. She often appeared in magazines at social events looking a million dollars every time.
When Mark and Izzie dated he became friends with Alex, George and Cristina. He especially became close with Alex and knew that he was still good friends with Izzie. In the months that followed Izzie leaving Mark often referred to her as "that Bitch" which earned him many slaps from his co-workers. Learning not to talk about Izzie, Mark rarely mentioned her but at times Derek filled him in on any gossip he had heard from Meredith. He never asked for information but Derek knowing how much Mark missed her provided it anyway.
How Mark was tongue tied. She looked beautiful, so beautiful and happy. He wondered how happy she was without him. Did she think about him? Did she regret leaving Seattle or him for that matter? Mark realized that all the scenarios he imagined bumping into Izzie Stevens at his friend's wedding was now one of them.
Beside him an annoying young woman squealed in delight.
"Oh my god, Isobel Stevens, is that you? You look amazing? I swear you get younger every time I see you!" Izzie blushed, she always blushed. Anytime she received praise for her looks she hated it, she was a serious doctor. Mark knew how much she hated the attention and from nowhere this slipped out.
"Really, I think you've aged Stevens." Izzie grinned at Mark while the annoying woman beside him quickly jumped in.
"Gosh do you know Dr. Sloan, Isobel?" All eyes at the table were darting between Izzie and Mark.
"Yes, I was fortunate enough to work with Dr. Sloan at Seattle Grace, but that was years ago." Izzie waved her hand and Marks heart fell, she had dismissed talking about him, then again he did not want their dirty laundry to be aired out on the dinner table. The first course arrived and Mark decided to turn his attention away from Izzie Stevens which was harder now as she was so close. He did not want to fight with her; he knew how much more she could hurt him and how much his words could hurt her. Maybe they would talk later. Or maybe they would kill each other later. He'd have to wait and see.