Hey! Thanks to everybody for such a great response. I really appreciate it. I'm sorry it took so long for me to get this out, I have just been swamped with homework. I'll try my hardest to get more up relatively soon, but no promises. Hopefully after Christmas I will have some time to write. Anyway, I own nothing…and on with Chapter 2

Three weeks later…

Meredith woke up, feeling that today was not going to be a good day. She was still staying in a hotel, because she hadn't had the time or the energy to go house hunting. She looked at her alarm clock, wishing that she could throw it across the room, and got up slowly. She ran into the bathroom as a bout of nausea hit her and she threw up the contents of her dinner last night into the toilet. She showered, wondering about the flu she must have caught. She had been throwing up in the mornings for the last few days, but she simply believed it was the flu. She finished with her morning routine and went in to work.

Once in the locker room, she met up with her friend Cristina Yang. Meredith had immediately taken a liking to the snarky Asian cardio attending, and the two had become fast friends. She had told Cristina about Derek but had conveniently left out the fact that her husband cheated on her…or that she had ever married.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Cristina asked the moment Meredith entered the locker room.

"What do you mean?" Meredith asked curiously.

"You look like you are about to keel over any minute."

"Thanks," Meredith replied sarcastically.

"Are you…pregnant?" Cristina asked.

"What? Pregnant? God no, I couldn't be…could I?" Meredith asked worriedly

"You're a doctor too, I think you're smart enough to figure it out," Crisitna replied wearily. Meredith still stared, thinking about the fact that she could be pregnant and trying to think when her last period was. Cristina was getting impatient. "God Mer, when was your last period?"

"Um…" and then realization hit, causing Meredith's mouth to go form an oh shape. "I was due two weeks ago," she answered softly.

"And you didn't think that there might be something just a little wrong?"

Meredith shook her head. "I was so caught up in all this Derek and Mark stuff that I guess I just attributed it to the stress. God, I can't be pregnant now. That would just suck."

Cristina took this as a chance to ask about the husband Meredith never mentioned. "Who's Mark? Is he the husband you pretend doesn't exist?"

"How did you know I was married?" Meredith asked defensively, not ready to talk about Mark. The situation was too fresh. She still hadn't talked to Mark, or a lawyer for that matter. She hadn't returned any of his thirty-four voicemails, sixteen text messages, or twenty-eight e-mails. She had listened to them all, and read them all, and they all said the same thing: call me, we have to talk about this. I'm sorry. And again and again she hit delete, sending his plea into oblivion, never to be heard of again. She still felt guilty, but hey, he was the one that had hopped into bed with another woman.

"Maybe just the large rocks on your ring finger," Cristina said rolling her eyes.

"Oh," Meredith said. She looked at the rings on her finger, the rings she had yet to take off. She twisted them nervously around. She knew she would have to accept the end of her marriage at some point, but she couldn't bring herself to do it yet.

Cristina grew tired of watching Meredith play with her rings, so she piped up, asking "Who's Mark?"

Meredith's eyes finally darted up from her finger, and she replied "No one you get me a test?"

Cristina rolled her eyes, knowing that Meredith had closed up and she wouldn't be giving out any more information. "Fine, lets go." Meredith started to open her mouth but Cristina cut her off. "And no, I won't use your name."

Meredith smiled gratefully. "Thanks."

"Whatever, it's no big deal. Come on, or I'll miss my surgery"

Four hours later, Cristina came up to Meredith, results in hand. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yeah."

"You're pregnant."

"Oh God."

An hour later Meredith was trying to concentrate on her charts while the news that she was pregnant with her soon to be ex-husband was reeling through her head. Suddenly, a hand grabbed her and the man pressed his lips to hers. Meredith dropped the chart as she relaxed in the familiarity and passion of the kiss, not caring that nurses or doctors were watching. She had longed for his touch, she had missed him these last three weeks, but she suddenly pulled away as her brain began to function and she remembered why they had been separated. She slapped him hard across his face.

"What the hell was that for Mark?" she asked furiously.

"I kissed my wife," Mark replied, with his charming grin that made women's hearts flutter and their knees go weak. But Meredith was too upset to let Mark Sloan have any effect on her.

"You think that you can just waltz back into my life, that everything will be okay after what…" her angry tirade was interrupted by a fist colliding hard into Mark's face. Meredith turned, and was surprised to see the fist belonged to none other than Derek Shepherd.

"What was that for Derek?" she asked, eerily echoing the words she had just asked her husband.

"He slept with my fiancée."

"Oh my god, Derek, that was five years ago. Let it go already." With a surge of sympathy, she turned toward Mark who was cradling his face. "Come on, lets go get you stitched up."

They walked into an empty exam room and Meredith prepared to stitch up his cut.

"I'm sorry," Mark began.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Meredith, we have to talk about it sometime."

"No, we don't," she said, as she pulled out the needle.

"Give me the needle."

"What?"

"Give me the needle Meredith"

"Why? Why would I give you the needle?"

"Because I'm a world renowned plastic surgeon and I would like to have my face look just as sexy when it leaves as when it came in here."

"Fine."

He proceeds to stitch up his face while outside the room, George, Alex, Izzie and Cristina are watching the exchange.

"Why is he suturing his own face?" George asked curiously.

"To turn me on," replied Cristina quickly.

"Because he's Mark Sloan, he's like the go-to plastic surgeon on the east coast," Alex answered.

"What's he doing in Seattle?" Izzie asked.

"Rumor has it he's the new head of plastics," Alex replied.

Mark finished suturing his face and looked at Meredith, who had her back turned as she was fussing with supplies in the corner. She was avoiding the conversation she knew she should have with him, the one about his infidelity and the fact that she was carrying his child. She knew what it was like to grow up without a father, as her own father had left when Meredith was five. She didn't want that for her baby, but she didn't want to deal with the fact that she was still hopelessly in love with Mark Sloan.

"Meredith…" Mark began again

"How did you find me?" Meredith asked softly.

Mark took a deep breath. "Richard called me. He needed a new head of plastics. I had been searching for you for the last three weeks. When he said you were here, I immediately took the job."

She whirled around, her green eyes filled with tears. "You're here for good now?"

"Yeah." Meredith turned away again, contemplating what she knew she had to tell him.

"I'm pregnant."

Yeah, I ended it there…more soon (hopefully). All I have to say is school kind of sucks.