Hey guys! So the gist of this story is that it's told from two different points of view (Callie's and Mark's obviously). Basically, each chapter has a co-part that is from the other's point of view. I.E. This is a Mark chapter! I'm not going to label them or anything because I think you can guess based on the pronoun usage etc., but I hope you like it:)
He picked up his keys off of the oak table in the front hall and grabbed the door. He pulled it halfway open, pausing for a moment. The last time he had done this exact same routine had been the worst day of his life. He turned to look behind him once more making sure that the back door was closed, the stair light was on, and the kitchen was gated. "Bye Sami, don't do anything too crazy while I'm gone please. No parties," he yelled to her with a smile. The blonde corgi yelped in approval wagging her stump of a tail. He stepped outside and locked the door. Pain flooded his chest as horrible memories flooded his mind.
"She'll be okay. It was minor. She just hit her head."
That's what everyone had told him at least. He was a medical professor, he knew that even slight head injuries could fuck someone up. Mark Sloan was not a religious man, but 3 months and 24 days ago, he prayed like he had been best friends with G-d his entire life. At first, he'd started off with his big wishes.
"Please, just let me see her beautiful brown eyes again," he'd said.
"Please just let me watch her light up a room with her smile again," he'd asked
"Please, just let me feel her kiss once more," he'd cried.
But after the possibilities had seemed bleaker, his prayers had become smaller. They became less personal, but more desperate.
"Please, just let her wake up," he'd begged.
"Please, just let me see her alive again," he'd pleaded.
"Please, just let me hold her again."
"Please, just let me see her at all."
"Please, just make it painless."
"Please, just finish with her and take her so that I can stop wondering if my life is broken or not."
He'd felt a stab in the chest at that one. Out of disbelief and despair, he had wished death on the one person he'd ever loved more than himself. He was a broken man. He had walked through the doors of the ER and straight into the operating room. Yes, it was technically illegal. No, he didn't care. He had stood next to the table she was on and wished that he could see the life in her eyes again, but when he looked into them, they were empty. She was gone. He had fallen to his knees and had screamed to whoever was listening.
"Why her? Why not me? Take me. Please, just fucking take me. I'm nothing without her. She…she had the ability to move on. I don't want to go on if she's not here with me. Fuck you. Fuck all of you. Fuck everyone that had anything to do with her. Fuck you all," he had sobbed.
He vaguely remembered his best friend Derek coming into the OR and pulling him up. The rest of the night had been a blur, thankfully. He had drunken himself into a stupor. He grieved for months. He had called Dean Spears and told her that he wouldn't be returning the rest of the year. She had screamed and threatened to take away his job, but he couldn't care less. Maren was gone. She was his and then she wasn't. She was here and then…she wasn't.
He stepped out of his car and breathed in the crisp September air. It was chilly, but no worse than usual in New Hampshire. He looked across the campus and saw a few students poking around, probably freshman looking to find their first class. Their expressions were all the same-they looked excited, ready to shit their pants, and cocky all at the same time. "How the fuck is it even possible to look like that?" he wondered. He shook his head and walked toward the giant gray building that housed his first and only class of the day, a Human Anatomy & Embryology I course. Why he had decided teaching first year medical students was a good idea he still questioned. It was something about their excitement to learn, to be the best. It was intriguing to him to watch them each fight to be the best doctor they could possibly be.
He looked at his watch realizing exactly how late he was. "Shit!" he cursed under his breath as he took off toward the building. He walked into the classroom coolly, feeling everything but cool inside.
"It was minor," he heard playing on repeat in his head.
He shook off the thought and opened up his laptop, trying his best to set up the technology. He cursed again under his breath as he fiddled with the slideshow and the screen it was to be played on. Since he had left, the technology had apparently been updated and he had remained uninformed, disconnected. He heard a pair of giggles coming from in front of him, one of them high-pitched and annoying, the other like a songbird.
He glanced up to see the spitting image of his Maren. The girl's dark hair was curled and pulled to one side in a cascading ponytail. Her red v-necked shirt showed off the smallest bit of cleavage, just enough to remind him of the feel of Maren's breasts against his chest. Her cheeks were slightly rosy and framed beautiful, deep brown eyes.
A breath caught in his throat. Quickly looking down at the computer again, he suppressed a blush. "Are you trying to haunt me?" he asked silently. "Are you trying to make me miss her? Give me a fucking break. I miss her everyday. What did I do to deserve this?"
He finally finished tweaking his slideshow and walked to the front of the room. He cleared his throat, hoping it would make him seem more intimidating and less terrified of his own thoughts. He droned on for a few minutes about the requirements of the class, all the while telling himself that it was pointless bullshit to know medicine and the human body if you weren't loved. All the while focusing on the beautiful Latina that sat in the fifth row.
It wasn't just that she reminded him of Maren. She had a laugh of an angel. Her chocolate eyes were lighter than his love's, they showed more. She looked like the type of girl who could both wear her heart on her sleeve and seriously injure anyone who dared to try and fuck with her. She was appealing in a way that nobody ever had been, even Maren. Her smile was hidden behind large Latin lips, begging him to taste them. She seemed so focused, even when he was lecturing about nothing interesting. She never took her eyes off of him.
Her red headed friend was beautiful too, but she had nowhere near the seductive nature of this woman. He so desperately wanted to know her name, to speak to her, to take her to dinner and romance her just as he had done in the past with others. But was this clinging to the love that he lost? Was this replacing her? He couldn't decide. He continued his lecture and focused on mentally detailing every bit of her down to the way her lips pursed just a bit when she was trying to read the small print of the powerpoint. She was a student, but she was a damn beautiful one.
"So much for a memory-free first day," he thought.
He came home to an empty house. His greatest fears had come true and he was now getting used to coming home to an empty house. A wave of sadness crashed into him when he slammed the front door shut.
"Baby, you're home! Bienvenidos!" she used to say with her sexy Spanish accent. She would wrap her arms around his neck and plant a deep kiss on his lips. He would hold her for a moment, simply enjoying the way their bodies molded together. They just fit, they always had.
He brushed the memory off and walked over to the kitchen gate where a needy Sami was barking at him. He pushed the gate aside and let himself into the kitchen. "Hey babe, I'm home," he said with a smile as she clawed at his leg, begging to be held. He bent down and picked the small dog up, laughing when she reached up to lick his face. He took her outside and the two of them came back into the empty house. They laid down on the couch, briefly flipping through channels before settling on a football game.
She's sitting in his desk chair wearing nothing but red lipstick. She's smiling that seductive smile. Her legs are crossed and her hair cascades down her front, just long enough to brush over her full breasts. He walks into the room and pauses after he shuts the door. "Nobody should be in here," he says. "It's 9 o'clock." He quickly turns to lock the door. His face breaks into a grin and he can feel himself getting hard. "I thought I'd surprise you," she said quietly. She stands up and walks toward him, her curves making him more turned on than he had ever been. She gently pushes the sleeves of his jacket off of his shoulders and throws it aside. She kisses him gently and unbuttons his shirt with her teeth, simultaneously using her hands to unbutton his pants. He lets loose a groan as she puts him inside of her mouth, sucking hard and licking at the same time. As soon as he feels like he's about to blow, she moves back up his body and leads him back to the desk chair. Pushing him down, she sits on top of him and rides him slowly. He lets his hands wander over her, helping her speed up as his need for her becomes more intense. She screams briefly and he feels her clench around him, sending him into oblivion as well. They stare at each other, momentarily breathless before she stands up and grabs a coat off of the desk. She wraps herself up and slyly smiles at him before walking out of the classroom.
He flinched and opened his eyes, realizing he had fallen asleep. It was 6 o'clock already. He stood up to make yet another frozen dinner and felt something wet on his thigh. Oh shit. He hadn't had a wet dream since he was 16 and now, this new student was bringing them back.
"She's your student! She's your student Mark! Get your shit together and stop dreaming of fucking her! Are you that lonely?" he screamed to nobody.
A voice in the back of his head yelled back. "She's incredible. She's irresistible. Stop denying yourself and fuck her."
He shook his head and walked into his room to change. He saw the picture of he and Maren on their wedding day five years ago and smiled. Then, remembering his dream, he put the picture face down.
"I'm sorry. I still love you," he whispered. "But I need her to get away from you."
