They left Seattle as two broken hearts who didn't want to face their problems anymore. They boarded the plane wanting to stop the hurt. Not once when they boarded that plane did they think they would end up how they did three years later in Miami, Florida.

Miami was different than Seattle in everyway. It was a refreshing change, but hard to get used to. For starter, rain was replaced with sunshine. Cold, gloomy days were now warm, bright days. After three years of living there, it had just started to seem normal.

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He could feel the sun on his face causing him to bury his face in her hair trying to stay in the half-sleep he was experiencing even though the alarm clock would be going off in less then ten minutes. Tightening his grip around her, he felt her move closer to his body. They lied like that for a few minutes until the loud beeping of the alarm cut through the silence that hung in the air. Without opening his eyes, he felt her move to turn it off. After a few seconds, the beeping ended and silenced resumed as she run her hand up and down the back of his leg.

"I don't want to get up." He mumbled into her shoulder as he kissed it still not opening his eyes.

She giggled. "Me neither, but we have patients." She rolled over to face him. He finally opened his eyes to look at her.

"Screw them. We should just stay in bed." He gave her a small "McSteamy" smile before pulling her on top of him and bring her head down to meet his lips.

"We don't have a choice." She said once she pulled back. His lips found her neck causing her to moan lightly as her eyes fell shut to savor the moment. "Mark, we have to get up." She whispered. He groaned but didn't remove his arms from around her back as he kissed her again. "You have to let me get up."

Sighing defeated, he loosened her grip allowing her to get up. Giving him a smile, she kissed him once again before getting up. He watched her make her make her way across the floor wearing nothing. After waiting a minute, he stood up and followed her into the bathroom.

That was the way they had been waking up for a little under a year.

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"Mark, if you don't stop complaining, I will kill you." She said into the phone as she walked across the parking lot.

"I wouldn't complain if you didn't try to make me buy tampons. I'm a man. Men do not buy tampons."

"You live with a woman. Women get monthly periods."

"Why can't you buy them?"

"Cause it's your week to go shopping."

"Then, I'm kicking you out of my house."

She laughed. "Fine, I'll get my stuff out by tonight."

"Good, then I can have women, who don't make me buy tampons, accompany me to bed tonight."

She rolled her eyes. "I'll pick them up after work."

"So I'm off of shopping-duty."

She let out another sarcastic laugh. "Yeah, right. I'll pick up tampons. You can go get everything else."

He groaned. "I hate you."

"You love me."

"Fine, I'll go shopping."

"Thank you. I have to go."

"Love you."

"See, I told you."

"What can I say? I'm a sucker for a hot blonde."

"Love you too. Bye." She giggled before hanging up and making her way into the practice. Glancing around the waiting room, she pushed her sunglasses on the top of her head.

"Good Morning, Dr. Grey."

"Good Morning, Nancy." She responded as Nancy followed her down the hall towards her office. "So what do we have today?"

"Mrs. Morrison called in to reschedule for tomorrow. Dr. Franklin called to see if you or Dr. Sloan could work in a skin graft at the hospital anytime today. And Mrs. Wallis is waiting in exam six for her post-op evaluation."

Meredith looked through her schedule. "Call back Dr. Franklin and tell him that I should be able to work his patient in around two and to fax me the chart."

"Yes, Dr. Grey." Nancy gave her a smile before picking up the phone to call the hospital.

Meredith made her way to her office. Pushing the door open, she glanced around the medium-sized office. The dark colored desk was cluttered with papers, files, a computer, and a few other random objects. There was a couch pushed up against one wall and two chairs sitting across from her desk. Letting out a sigh, she put her things down hitting play on her answering machine. There were a few messages from doctors or patients interest in talking to her, a message from her insurance company.

Rolling her eyes, she pulled on her lab coat overtop her black slacks and white blouse before settling in the chair behind the desk. Her eyes traveled to the window. Bright sun flooded in. She turned her eyes back to the paperwork Nancy had been nagging her to get done for three days. Picking up a pen, she began mindlessly writing.

"Dr. Grey?" A voice came. She jumped and looked up.

"Ah, yes, Nancy?"

"Mrs. Wallis is ready."

"On my way." She stood up closing a couple of folders before walking out.