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Izzie pushed the button and waited for the elevator.

Mark entered the hospital's lobby and proceeded to the elevator. His face lit up when he saw her. He felt his excitement start to build with intensity that he had never known before.

"Morning, Stevens." He greeted her.

Izzie's heart started pounding faster, as she met his gaze, "Good morning, Dr. Sloan." She felt the heat rise from her chest and spread across her face. The images of her dream were still dancing in her mind. The elevator bell rang and the doors opened in front of them. He let her enter the elevator first. He stepped in after her and pressed the button marked 5th floor. The doors closed, the bell rang, and the elevator started on its descent. They stood very close to each other. Mark cast secret glance towards her. Her hair was down, and her curls falling softly against her shoulder. He could smell her scent. It was an intoxicating smell. His desire for her was overwhelming at this moment. He ran his gaze over her body, wondering if her skin was as soft as it looked. He wanted to see if her lips still tasted like in his dreams. He had to resist the desire to grab her and to see for himself.

Izzie's legs turned to jelly. His presence made her feel awkward. She didn't dare turn and look at him. Her eyes were fixed on one spot on the floor. She hoped he wouldn't notice her embarrassment. The elevator beeped and the door slid open on the 2th floor. Alex and Lexie stood there. They stepped into the elevator silently. Izzie looked at Alex, but he demonstratively turned his head to look at anything except her. There was a tension in the air. Alex pushed the 3th floor button, and Lexie pressed the 5th floor button again. When the elevator reached the 3th floor, Izzie dared to ask, "Alex, can we talk?"

"No." He cut her off, walking out of the elevator.

The doors closed again.

"Let's have lunch together." Lexie turned to Mark.

"I have a surgery." He said coldly.

Izzie glanced at Lexie out of the corner of her eye. She looked disappointed and miserable.

When the elevator got to the 4th floor, it stopped. The doors opened and then Teddy stepped in. She nodded towards Izzie and Lexie.

"Hi," she gave Mark a smile.

"Hey," Mark greeted her.

For the first time in his life, Mark Sloan felt embarrassed between three women. Thank God, the elevator doors opened on the 5th floor. They stepped out, heading for different ways.


30 minutes later

Mark entered the emergency room.

"Hi Mia, I'm Dr. Sloan." He smiled.

The little girl looked at him with her beautiful blue eyes. Mia Crawford was 7-year girl, who was admitted into the hospital with heavy burning wounds.

"Hi," she greeted her sweet childish voice.

"How do you feel?" Mark asked.

"It's very painful." She whimpered.

"You will be given medicine so you won't feel any pain." Mark assured her, and opened the chart. "Hm, it's written here you had a high temperature last night."

"Yeah," Mia confirmed, "I was given an injection by a very unpleasant nurse."

"There is no such thing as "unpleasant nurse" here at Seattle Grace." Mark smirked.

"Let's get this thing straight. I know you doctors fall for nurses, but that one looked definitely disgusting for sure." The girl stated.

"Who told you that doctors fall for nurses?" Mark asked suspiciously.

"I watch TV." Mia replied calmly.

"I didn't know Baby's channel presented such things." Mark said jokingly.

"I'm talking about films for adults." Mia clarified.

"You are watching films for adults?" He couldn't hide his astonishment.

"I'm not a baby, in case you haven't noticed." Mia offended, "I could be your girlfriend."

"Aren't I too old for you?" Mark could hardly keep himself from laughing.

"I prefer mature men." Mia informed him.

Mark laughed loudly, "You are very amusing."

"It seems we are well suited to each other." The little girl observed.

"So, we'll get on together." Mark winked at her, "Let me take you to one place now."

"It is quite obvious that you don't waste your time. I don't want to sound like a tyro, but isn't it too early for a date? "

"We'll go to an exam room. I should do some tests." Mark clarified.

"Aw?" Mia embarrassed.

Mark couldn't help but laugh. He carefully picked her up and carried her over to a wheel chair. He cautiously set her down.

"Shouldn't this be done by the nurses?"

"I usually don't do this, but I like you. And if I remember correctly you aren't a big fan of nurses." He smiled slyly.

"What is your sign?" She asked suddenly.

"What sign?" Mark looked at her. His expression became a combination of curiosity and lack of understanding.

"Zodiac sign." Mia explained.

"Why is that?" He wondered.

"Just curious."

"Scorpio."

"I love Scorpio men." The girl beamed.

"Really?"

"The magnetism of Scorpio men is almost tangible." Mia said.

Mark smiled. "What about you?"

"I'm a Virgo. My motto is "Perfect is almost good enough". My element is earth. Earth signs are naturally practical. Accordingly, the earth signs base their life, on what is real, not what is imagined. Sensation is valued over thoughts or feelings. Earth signs live with their feet on the ground. For earth signs, seeing is believing."

"I'm impressed." Mark confessed.

"The element associated with Scorpio is water." Mia continued, "Astrologically, the water element symbolizes emotion. Water runs deep, it seeks its own level and will flow until it has found it. The cycle of water is endless with the snows falling in the mountains and melting. The mountain streams join to make the great rivers that run to the sea. Similarly, our feelings are flowing as they connect the present with past experiences. Sometimes the waters are so deep that we cannot put words to our feelings. Earth signs can help the emotional water signs find tangible outlets for imaginative gifts. Like the banks to a flowing river, the earth sign can guide the water sign toward a goal. Water can help Earth by softening its rigid structure. If you think of how a potter uses water, to soften, and then re- shape clay on the wheel, you get the picture. Water nourishes the ground of Earth with a feeling of being cared for, and this can add a dimension of meaning to their lives." Mia concluded.

Mark's mouth dropped open and he stared at the girl, "How do you know all that?"

"Reading is my hobby."

"You are 7 year old, and you read astrology books, huh?"

"Yep. My mom works a lot, and I needed to find something to occupy myself with."

"You are obviously quite smart girl." Mark concluded.

"And you are quite smart guy." The girl smiled mischievously.

Mark burst out laughing. He took her to make some tests, and when they finished, he ordered the nurses to prepare a patient room for her.

"Well, you gonna invite me to have a drink with you, or I have to beg like a girl scout selling cookies?" Mia asked with an almost evil grin.

"To invite you?" Mark rubbed his hand across his beard.

"Yeah. On principle, you had to realize that by yourself. Anyway, I would be glad to have a drink with you."

"Oh, you are a dangerous lady!" He noticed.

"I've been told before." She admitted.

"Fine. There's a cafeteria on the second floor. We can go there." He offered.

Mark and Mia entered the cafeteria, and he settled her down at a table.

"What can I get you to drink?" He asked kindly.

"Hot chocolate, double sweet please." The little girl warbled.

Mark nodded, and got for her what she wanted, and a cappuccino for himself.

"Where were you born?" Mia asked, as he took a seat next to her.

"New York." He relied.

"New York? Seriously?" Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled, "What are you doing in Seattle, then?"

"You are asking too much questions." He told her.

"Well, we should get to know each other." Mia smiled innocently.

"It seems to me, I'm not the first guy with whom you drink hot chocolate." Mark raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Actually, you are the first one. I don't really have many friends…"

"Why?"

"I live with my mom. My dad passed away three years ago, and mommy takes care of me all alone. I do everything to help her."

"So, you are a good girl."

"Yeah, but boys don't like good girls."

"Why do you think so?"

"How many good girls have you been with?" Mia narrowed her eyes at him.

"Well, I guess… not many. But, believe me I can't be a good example. I have to serve as a horrible warning."

"I think you are pretty cool."

"Thank you."

At this moment, Izzie stepped in the cafeteria, gaining Mark's attention. His eyes followed her. She took a seat at one of the tables in the corner, reading some magazine.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Mia asked, catching his glance.

"Who?"

"The blonde."

"No."

"Do you want to be?" Mia asked slyly.

"Why did you decide I would like her to be my girlfriend?"

"I saw the way you were looking at her."

"You know too much for your age, kid!"

"I just put two and two together. Is she a nurse?"

"No, she is a surgeon. A resident."

"She looks like Barbie."

"Yeah, she is gorgeous."

"What's her name?"

"Stevens."

"Stevens?! What kind of name is that?" Mia wrinkled her little nose.

"A surname."

"No wonder she hasn't become your girlfriend." Mia rolled her eyes.

"How am I to take this?"

"You obviously don't know anything about women." The little girl noticed.

"Seriously?" Mark couldn't help but laugh.

"Yep. What's her first name?"

"Izzie."

"Izzie? Isobel?"

Mark nodded.

"Beautiful name." Mia commented, "What's her sign?"

"No clue." He shrugged his shoulders.

"When is her birthday?" Mia insisted.

"How could I know that?" Mark annoyed.

"You have a crush on her. How is possible that you don't know when her birth day is?" Mia wondered.

"I haven't said that I like her." He justified himself.

"You don't need to. It's obvious. You have to see yourself how you look at her." She chuckled.

"I think it's time to bring you back to your room."

"Do you want me to help you Izzie to become your girlfriend?"

"You to help me?!"

"Well, yeah!" Mia giggled, "As I see you aren't able to cope alone." She noticed.

"I don't envy the boys when you turn 18." He heaved a sigh.

Mark stood up and directed the wheel chair to the exit, when Mia cried out. "Dr. Stevens."

"What are you doing?" He glared at her.

"I'm helping you." She smiled sweetly at him.

"Aw, really?!" His voice sounded sarcastic.

Izzie looked up. As soon as she saw the little girl, she smiled widely.

"Take me to her." Mia ordered.

"I'll, but prepare yourself what will happen to you afterwards." He warned her.

They approached Izzie's table.

"Hey, beauty! Do I know you?" Izzie asked.

"Nep," Mia shook her head, "But I would like to know you."

"And you are?"

"Mia Crawford."

"I'm glad to meet you, Mia. I'm Izzie."

"What is your sign?" The little girl hurried to ask.

"Sagittarius." Izzie replied.

"That could be a problem." Mia uttered.

"Excuse me?"

"Uh… nothing. This is Dr. Sloan." Mia said, smiling.

Izzie looked at Mark. He was already watching her. She found herself blushing under his gaze. "I know." She nodded. "Dr. Sloan is the best plastic surgeon."

"Oh, yes! And very handsome, too." Mia pointed out.

Izzie laughed softly, and looked at Mark again. "So it is." She confirmed and then returned her gaze back to Mia, "You are a lucky girl."

"We'll have to do lunch sometime… I mean you, Dr. Sloan and I."

"Good idea." Izzie agreed.

"Will you say something?" Mia turned to Mark annoyingly.

"It's high time to get you back to your room. Say good bye to Dr. Stevens." Mark smirked.

"Bye, see you." Izzie smiled.

"You are such a blockhead." Mia observed, as they moved away.

"Excuse me?"

"You have no idea how to treat a girl." Mia told him.

"Haven't you ever heard of children should respect adults?" Mark looked indignant.


In the cafeteria

"Hey Izzie!" Meredith and Cristina joined her at the table.

"Hey there." Izzie looked up at them.

"What are you reading?" Cristina asked.

"A medical article." Izzie replied.

"About me?" Cristina raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"No. It's about Dr. Manson, gynecologist." Izzie clarified.

"It's not fun to read a boring medical article." Cristina made a face, "That doesn't deserve my attention."

Izzie shook her head, sighing deeply.

"Are we going out to celebrate tonight?" Meredith demanded.

"Sure." Izzie said.

"Don't count on me." Cristina warned, "I promised Owen that I'd be home early. He'll cook." Cristina murmured.

"Sounds romantic." Izzie observed.

"Sounds too domestic." Cristina corrected her.

"Well, Izzie will celebrate with me. How about 8 o'clock at Joe's?"

"Ok."

"I gotta go. See you later." Meredith stood up, and left Izzie and Cristina alone.

Cristina took a bite of her sandwich and nearly moaned in delight. Izzie stared at her.

"What?" Cristina frowned as she caught her glance.

"Nothing." Izzie lied.

"You look intense." Cristina noticed.

"Can I ask you something?" Izzie ventured to ask.

"I won't answer personal questions." Cristina warned.

"Have you ever had a dream that felt like it was really happening?" Izzie began unsurely, "Have you ever had a dream where you fantasized about a man… I mean a man who you know… not very well." Izzie emphasized, "But you know slightly…in some points…" She stammered, embarrassed.

"Speak plainly, I don't understand anything." Cristina said grumpily.

"I… I… I'm feeling kind of ashamed," Izzie said timidly.

"You are feeling kind of ashamed, huh?!"

"Well… yeah."

"Then why are you asking me?"Cristina demanded.

"I'm confused." Izzie admitted, "I had a dream…about a man."

"Who is that man?"

"I can't tell you."

"I hope it's not Hunt." Cristina snarled at her.

"Of course not." Izzie assured her.

"Good." Cristina heaved a sigh of relief. "Anyway, who's that man?" She was curious.

"I can't tell you. I… we… had sex. I mean in my dream… God, Cristina, it was amazing." Izzie sighed, "What does it all mean?"

"It means you must start having sex as soon as possible." Cristina grinned.

"You are awful." Izzie exclaimed.

"I'm just telling you the truth." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Have you ever had a sex dream?" Izzie asked.

"I don't dream, I just do it." Cristina chuckled.

Izzie groaned loudly.


Izzie walked out of the hospital, and headed for Joe's bar. As soon as Joe saw her, he fell on her neck.

"Hey beauty, I'm really glad you came back!" He said excited.

"Hi, Joe!" Izzie kissed him on both cheeks.

"Wow! You look gorgeous, baby!" Joe noticed, "What have you done?"

"I haven't done anything, but thank you."

"Meredith said you will celebrate tonight. The drinks are on me."

"Oh, Joe! I definitely missed you."

"You aren't going to disappear again, are you?" Joe looked at her suspiciously.

"I won't." She promised.

"Meredith is over there." Joe pointed toward one table near the bar.

An hour later Derek and Mark walked into the bar. Meredith spotted them and shouted, before Izzie could react. "Hey, guys! We're here."

Both men approached the girls, "Mind if we join you or this is women's party?" Derek chuckled.

"Join us!" Meredith said.

Izzie sipped her drink. She looked up at Mark. Their eyes met, and a shiver went through her. Mark quickly took the seat next to her. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She held her glass as tight as she could. Then she put it on the table, and she traced the top of her glass with the tip of her fingers. Mark's gaze focused on her hands. These hands, he could imagine them soft and warm against his body.

"What do you wanna drink?" Derek brought him back to reality.

"Huh?"

Derek repeated the question.

"I...uh... a double whiskey, please." Mark uttered, "But, I'll come with you."

"No, you stay! I'll go with Meredith." Derek stopped him.

Izzie tucked her hair nervously behind her ear and swallowed.

"Well, how was your day, Stevens?"

"It was fine." Izzie replied. She took a big gulp, and the drink burned her throat a bit, but only for a moment.

"It's great to see you back." Mark said sincerely.

Seriously?! Izzie's heart was ready to jump out of her chest. She smiled embarrassed. "How is your little patient?" She needed to change the subject.

"Fine. She is a great talker, but I think she is a great kid." He said.

"One thing is for sure, children make you see the world a lot differently." Izzie told him.

"I don't have experience with kids, but sometimes I don't have the feeling she is only 7 years old." Mark confessed.

"Children are smarter than we give them credit for." She said softly.

"It's amazing, what a child can teach you." He smiled.

"Mia is a great kid, indeed."

"She liked you a lot." Mark noticed, "Not that I blame her." He smirked.

Izzie could feel her cheeks warming with a blush. Thank God, Meredith and Derek appeared with the drinks.

"Hey, you wanna play darts?" Derek asked his best friend.

"Sure." He replied.

"Count me and Izzie in." Meredith said.

"Great! You and I against Mark and Izzie." Derek agreed.

Oh, God! That would have been too much. Izzie thought, and took a giant gulp of her drink.

"Perfect." Mark definitely appreciated that idea. He grabbed their drinks and nudging her forward to the dartboard.


"Ladies first." Mark smirked, handing Izzie the darts. He could not help but follow her graceful determined movement. As she moved away, his gaze ran down the curves of her mostly exposed legs. He had not seen a woman dressed so stylishly in this hospital.

She walked up to the line, and started to throw. Her hand was shaking.

"Oh," Izzie cried out, "God Damned!" She threw the dart but it didn't go where she wanted it to.

"Hm," Mark stood behind her, and whispered in her ear,"I think you need practice."

"I just suck at Darts." She admitted.

"But I'm good teacher." He said with a devilish smile.

Without any doubt, Derek and Meredith were the better team.

"Remind me to never play darts with you." Mark told Izzie.

"Well, you can't say I didn't warn you." She reminded him.

"I'll keep that in mind." He assured her.

"How are you doing?" Joe asked, as he joined them.

"Getting my ass kicked at Darts, as usual." Izzie replied.

Derek did a little dance, turned around and bowed deeply. Izzie laughed and Mark had a slight frown on his face.

"You aren't that smart. You just got lucky." He told his best friend.

"It's not your day." Derek giggled, "But you don't have to worry. If you have no luck in the game, you will be lucky in the love."

"Sounds good to me." Mark smirked, and looked at Izzie. She blushed, and smiled nervously.


On the next morning

Mark took Mia's chart and walked toward her room when Lexie caught him on the corridor.

"Dr. Bailey assigned me to work with you on Mia Crawford's case." She informed him.

"Ok." Mark said indifferently.

They entered the room.

"Hello, princess! How are you this morning?" Mark asked.

"It's not so bad. Will you change my bandage?" Mia wanted to know.

"Yep. This is Dr. Lexie Grey, and she'll work with me." Mark informed her.

"No!"

"Excuse me?"

"I don't want Dr. Grey." Mia declared.

Lexie and Mark exchanged puzzled glances.

"Dr. Grey will assist me, "Mark said, his voice sounded firm, "She is a great…" He couldn't finish his sentence.

"I want Dr. Stevens!" Mia interrupted him."I want her to assist you. I don't want anybody else. Without Dr. Stevens I'm going to refuse any medical treatment." She stated.

"Mia," Mark began, his voice was soft now, "Dr. Stevens has another patient, and another surgery."

"Well, then I'll wait for her to get free." The little girl said, "I want Dr. Stevens!"