"He what," Izzie whispered harshly, who been in surgery while Meredith yelled at Derek.

"Cheated on her," George said quietly.

"With who?" Izzie asked.

"Her half sister," George answered.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah"

"Oh my god. I'm going to kick his fucking ass."

"I think everyone does."

"McAss"

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Meredith walked through the door of her house and headed upstairs. She didn't feel like talking to anyone. She just wanted to lie down and try and forget all over it. She didn't know if anyone was even home nor did she want to look. If they saw her, the questions would start and may never end, which is not what she wanted right now. She got upstairs and changed into a pair of sweat pants and he Dartmouth t-shirt before climbing into the bed. A knock came at the front door and she let out a frustrated moan. Now, she wished that someone was home. The knocking continued so obviously nobody was home. She got up and walked down the stairs. She peaked out the side window to see Mark standing there.

"Hey," was the first thing that came out of his mouth when the door opened.

"Hey," Meredith said. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you."

"Oh, thanks." She said. "You can come in."

"Thanks," he walked into the house and looked around. "No else is here?"

"I guess not. I didn't bother to check before I went up."

"Have you eaten?"

"No, I'm not in the mood to."

"You live with Izzie Stevens. With all the stuff, she bakes how can you not want to just… eat it?"

"I don't know. I'm just not in the mood."

"Come on eat… and we can talk."

"Fine you win"

"Good, let's see what you have."

"The better question is what do we not have."

Mark raised his eye brow.

"Like you said. I live with Izzie Stevens."

Mark looked through the cabinets. "Ah I see… What the hell is Furikake? It looks like bird seed."

Meredith giggles and sits down at the counter.

"I don't know half the stuff that's in there. Let alone the stuff that's in Japanese."

Mark laughs along with her as he continues to look around.

Eventually, Mark looks up on the internet how to cook chicken.

"I can't cook."

"Neither can I but let's have some fun."

"Fine."

"Okay, we have to wash the chicken breast… can you do that?"

"I wash my own breast everyday so I think I can handle it"

"Dirty, dirty must turn everything dirty," Mark laughed.

"Like you don't?" Meredith joked and started washing it in the sink. She got to the second on and it slipped out of her hand.

"Nice going, Grey," Mark laughed.

Meredith laughed as well as she finished up.

"Now what?" Meredith asked putting the chicken breasts onto the plate.

"Now we beat an egg," Mark said getting a bowl.

"You hold it, I'll punch," Meredith smiled. Mark rolled his eyes.

Mark cracked the egg and whisked it.

"Okay?" Meredith said impatiently.

"Now, we put the salt into the egg and put the chicken in the bowl with the egg and salt."

Meredith threw the salt in and Mark picked up the chicken.

"Go ahead," She said.

"You do it… Coat the chicken in egg." Mark said. "You can do that right?"

"With what?" She looked down into the bowl.

"Your hands…" Mark said.

"Fine," She sighed and put her hands into the bowl. The egg started making weird sounds against the egg. Mark starts laughing. Once she finished coating them, she pulled her hands out. "Done."

"Good job for a while I thought you couldn't do it," Mark smirked.

Meredith pretended to be offended and rubbed the egg on the front of his shirt.

"Hey," Mark said. "Not the shirt."

"Who can't handle it now?" Meredith teased.

"You're going to pay," He laughed and put his hand in the egg and rubbed it on her arm.

"Oh no, you didn't," With that she picked up a hand full of bread crumbs and threw it at him. "Ha Ha"

Mark threw some water at her. She did the same back. Mark then threw some more egg. She picked up some flour and threw it at him. Before they knew it, it was back and forth flour fight. They were laughing and getting flour everywhere. Mark starts tickling Meredith, who of coarse starts squealing.

"Okay, Okay I give up" She squealed and laughed.

"Really?"

"Yes," She laughed.

"Fine..."

"Okay the chicken is in," Meredith announced.

"I think Izzie would be proud," Mark said.

"I think so," Meredith giggled.

"Do you think we should clean up?"

"Yeah probably," Meredith sighed looking around.

"Okay," Mark sighed as well.

By the time the chicken came out, the cleaning was finished.

"Maybe we should change," Meredith offered.

"Mere, I don't have any clothes here."

"True… We you're pants aren't too bad.. At least not as bad as mind. I'll get you a t-shirt of Alex's." She said. "Be right back."

She ran upstairs and soon returned with a black t-shirt of Alex's.

"Here," She threw it at him.

"Thanks"

He took off his shirt and Meredith was a little taken back.

"I uh.. I'll be right back. I'm going to go and… change." With that she ran out. Mark smirked and shook his head.

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Meredith started a movie and they sat down on the couch to eat. She smiled at him.

"Thank you," Meredith said quietly.

"For what?"

"Keeping my mind off everything." She smiled. "Even if it's just an act."

"It's not an act, Mere…. We're friends."