Chapter 4: Seriously?

*3 years late*

"Owen I need you to make a very important call for me," Derek said to his friend.

Ever since the horrible accident where Derek lost Meredith, he also lost everyone from New York. One of these people was Mark, he just couldn't talk to them. He couldn't even say goodbye. How could he? What was he supposed to say? Hey Mark, I killed Meredith, and now I'm going to run away, Bye! Yeah, I don't think so. But its true, he's a Murderer. A Coward also. He ran, far away. But he just couldn't confront anyone. Everything remined him of Meredith. Every day when he wakes up, he turns in bed expecting to see her. Everynight when he sleeps he expects to hear her snoring. Every surgery he imagines her scrubbing in with him. But she can't, she dead. Because of him, he distracted her from driving. He was a murderer.

"You're very demanding since you've became Chief," Owen retorted.

"Exactly, Chief Shepherd. No, but I seriously need you to call someone."

"Seriously?" Owen asked, not used to being bossed around by his friend.

Come to think of it, Owen doesn't know anything about Derek. All he knows is that he moved to Seattle 3 years ago when the old Chief called him in. He also knows that Derek is married. Though no one has ever seen his wife, Derek has worn his wedding ring since the first day he met him. Derek does keep a picture of them in his office. She was a beautiful woman, golden blond hair and amazing green eyes.

Derek cringed when he heard her line: Seriously. She was so cute when she would say that. Seriously, Derek. Seriously? God, everything reminds me of her.

"Yes, seriously. It's for an old friend, well more like a brother," Derek said. "We need a new head of Plastics and Mark Sloane is perfect for the job."

"So, if he's your brother why don't you call him?"

"I left New York all of a sudden, I think he hates me. I'm scared he won't come."

"Derek are you ever going to tell me about New York, or that wife of yours?"

"No," Derek replied quickly. "Are you going to make the call for me, or should I find a stupid intern to do it?" Derek said, he could feel the anger building up.

"Sure," Owen said, raising his hands in front of him as to say 'I give up.'

Owen picked up the phone and dialed the number Derek had written. Under the number was the name of the friend: Mark Sloane.

"It's ringing," Owen said. "Hello, Dr. Sloane?" Owen said with a thumb up towards Derek.

Derek could hear Marks voice on the other end of the line.

"Yes, I am the Chief of Surgery at Seattle Grace Hospital in Seattle Washington, I have an opening fpr the Head of Surgery. I was sondering if you would be interested?

Owen went on to set up an appointment for Mark to come by and check the place out. Mark, however, had a request.

"Wife? Okay, I'll see what I can do," Owen told Mark. "Yes, I will see you in a couple days."

Owen closed the phone and turned to see Derek looking back at him with a huge grin on his face.

"So?" Derek asked.

"He said he'll come check it out in two days, but he asked for a job for his wife."

What? Mark Sloane is married. Who would have thought? Definitely no one who nows Mark Man-whore Sloane. This woman must be pretty special.

"I can do that," Derek said.

After three years, I get to finally see my brother. I think I'm ready. He'll be thrilled to see that I'm Chief. I hope everyone will forgive me for splitting. God, I wish I never called Meredith that day, Derek thought. So many thoughts.

Derek felt the tears stinging the backs of his eyes, and now he can see that Owen was staring at him.

"I'm okay," he said, waving his hand at Owen. "Can I be alone for a little?"

"Sure," Owen said, feeling sympathetic for his friend. He patted him on the shoulder and queitly exited his office.

Mark will help me. And hopefully he'll be happy here with his wife.

Seriously, Who the hell would marry Mark? he thought. I guess we'll see in a couple days.

Seriously?