Alrighty then. I do greatly appreciate reviews even if they are rude for no reason. here's a bit of advice- If you don't like my story learn how to write your own. That way I can also comment on your little gems. I happen to enjoy being a young novice writer. It's how people learn so if your criticism isn't supportive back off. I love Meredith and Derek and basically every other relationship (excluding any relationship involving Teddy Altman at the moment). I only shipped Lex and Derek because I needed a way to work Lexie into the story with her own relationship. They were all I had open. Plus the fact that I hate April Kepner and her intern eyes and I wish that GA would have explored the Meredith and Mark possibilities for even a thee episode arc. Oh and yes my fantasy world does include unicorns and they are all named Sergio except the horse named George.


Chapter 2:

Where Are You Now

2:54. Mark stared at the time on the wall clock in the living room. He hadn't moved from that position since arriving there a good hour after his wife left him. He had sat on the floor in shock, silent tears rolling down his face before finally dragging himself to the couch. He wanted to die. His life was over now anyway. The one good thing that had ever happened to him was gone and it was his fault. He had called her 47 times in the 4 and a half she had been gone. He had given up hope for the night. Just as he was pulling the throw on the couch to cover himself, the front door opened. He ran to it, hoping against all hope that it was Meredith. Silently praying that his love wanted to at least talk to him. He, of course, was wrong. It was Hunt. Owen was there as a necessary precaution.

"Where is she?" Mark demanded

"What?" Owen asked, genuinely confused.

"Where is she?" Mark repeated.

"Oh Meredith is… she's not with us. Cris came to get some stuff and she wanted me to come in first for 'safety'," Owen explained. The look of despair on Mark's face concerned Owen. He looked almost suicidal. Just then Cristina Yang-Hunt walked in. She took one look at Mark's pathetic demeanor and said, "Filthy pig."

"Where is she?" Mark asked desperately.

"None of your damn business," Cristina yelled as she bounded up the stairs to the bedroom.

"Where is she?" Mark repeated like a broken record.

"Somewhere you won't find her," Cristina snapped as she threw some final things into a bag Meredith. As she zipped the bag, Mark grabbed her arm.

"No, you can't take that. You have to tell me where she is. I understand that I am intensely hated right now, but she is my wife and I am begging you Cristina Yang. Tell me where the hell my wife is," Mark's voice broke at the end of his speech. The look in his eyes kind of scared Cristina. He was full of such passionate sorrow that she almost wished she could help him. She decided to be as honest as she could.

"I don't know. She's having me drop this at Izzie's. Izzie's supposed to drop it at O'Malley's and then they'll take it to someone else and that person will take it to somewhere else. She's not trusting any of us. Afraid we might crack. Just Mark, you really screwed up this time. Leave her alone and give her some time. Let her recover. Let her heal a little," Cristina said with all the sympathy she could muster. Mark sat on his bed and placed his head in his hands. Cristina and Owen walked down the stairs and out the door headed for Izzie's.

well tell me what you think. I have like up to chapter nine and I can't decide if I wanna end it there and attempt a sequel or if I should keep it going. I'll post several chapters next time.