"Mark! Wake up!" It was Izzie yelling.
"Wha,"he said sleepily.
"Your drooling and talking, remind me again why they call you McSteamy?"
"I was what?"
"You heard me drooling and talking."
"So what was I saying?"
"Crispy strips, and well the drool can speak for itself."
"So chicken,"he said wiping the drool from his chiseled face.
"Yes chicken are you hungry of something?"
"Actually I am, where exactly are those cappuccinos you promised?"
"There never was any, I just didn't want to get coffee with you."
"Seriously?"
"Yes seriously and you fell for it."
"Umm...Iz." Said Mark motioning to her shoulder.
"I can't believe you!" Replied Izzie peering at her saliva covered arm. Before Izzie could storm off the flight attendant made an announcement.
"Doctors, we will be experiencing some turbulence so please be seated and bluckle your seat belts. We should be landing in about an hour."
"Ironic,"said Mark with a smirk as Izzie returned to her seat.
"Meredith Derek out of the bathroom,"yelled Christina.
"We are right here,"they said exiting the bedroom.
"Not much of a difference,"said Christina.
"Where's Evil Spawn?"
"Right here,"said Alex sitting down next to Addison.
That's when the first bit of turbulence hit. George and Callie where almost bounced in the air. Meredith and Derek seemed pretty content entwined in each other. Addison and Alex where tying to keep the awkwardness at a minimal. Christina and Burke were debating about something yet again. Izzie was listening to her ipod while Mark turned back into a frog prince. Izzie sighed, Mark was growing on her and it really sucked. She loved to flirt with him but it was never going anywhere.
"Do you have a bark bag?" Mark asked quietly.
"You don't need to be ashamed of your motion sickness."
"Do you have a bag or not?"
"Yes,"she said handing him a bag.
"Do you like me?" Izzie was shocked by the sudden comment.
"Why?"
"It's a simple question."
"Yeah in a friend kind of way." She knew those words would sting.
"So all the flirtation and that kiss was just between friends?"
How could she do this to him. He was Mark freaking Sloan, no women said they just wanted to be friends. Izzie was different she saw past his one man show and into the real Mark. Unbelievable really, he thought.
"Yes it was,"she said. He knew she regretted every word.
"Fine,"he said moving away.
"Mark–"she said ever so faintly.
As Mark rose up and walked past their row turbulence hit again. Suddenly there was a snapping sound a suitcase fell from an overhead compartment and struck him on the head.
"Mother—"he studdered as blood dripped from is forehead. Then it all went black...
GAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGAGA
"Mark! Wake up!" Yelled Izzie.
He awoke with a start. Immediately Mark placed his hand over his forehead. There was no blood not even a scratch. Was it all just a dream? There was only one way to find out.
"What was I saying?"
"Crispy strips, and well the drool can speak for itself."
"Umm...Iz." Said Mark motioning to her shoulder.
"I can't believe you!" Replied Izzie peering at her saliva covered arm. Before Izzie could storm off the flight attendant made an announcement
"Doctors, we will be experiencing some turbulence so please be seated and buckle your seat belts. We should be landing in about an hour."
"Ironic,"said Mark still confused.
"I'm still getting up,"she said loudly.
"Izzie wait!" He said following her up.
"No."
"Izzie!"
"What Mark?" Before he could come back Izzie started kissing him.
Strangely enough a Kernel Sanders walked up to him yelled to Izzie.
"He's mine bitch!"
"Is not Crazy Bird Man!" Izzie replied.
"Is to Crazy Blonde Doctor!"
"Is not."
"Is too."
"Would both of you just shut up,"screamed Mark.
"But Mark, I love you. I always have and always will,"said Izzie softly.
"Bird Man?" Questioned Mark.
"I don't love you, I just wanted you to eat more crispy strips."
"Izzie,"he said leading to the bedroom.
"Of course."
"You know your dreaming right?"
"This must be a dream,"he said about to kiss her.
"Actually your unconscious, and I'm freaking out."
"Huh?"
"Suit case, friend, blonde, blood ring any bells?"
"Yes,"he muttered.
"Well then go,"she said.
"Why?"
"Well I don't know, I could always send Kernel Sanders?"
"I could take him."
"Why don't you want to leave?"
"This is fun way too much fun,"he said dripping with sarcasm.
"Izzie and the whole lets be friends thing."
"No."
"Yes...You really are going to argue with me?"
"Fine, It is that I really thought she cared."
"You men are so freakin' stupid. Of course Izzie cares she just doesn't want to get hurt. Smart girl I might add."
"I wouldn't hurt her."
"Sure Mark, same with Addison. Izzie cares, she really does but you are too damn clueless to notice."
"Who are you really?"
"If I told you I'd have to kill you."
Mark Sloan had just found out the hard way that karma really is a bitch.
"MARK?! Can you hear me?" Said a frantic voice.
"Umm,"he said groggily.
"Thank god, he awake,"she called to the others.
"This is so soap opera like it's sad,"replied another voice.
"Izzie?" He said opening his eyes.
"Yes?"
"What happened?"
"You got pissed off at me and while walking off got hit in the head with a suitcase."
"Oh."
"What—."
"We stitched you up there were no major injuries but it may leave a scar."
"How long have I been out?"
"About fifty-five minutes."
"You counted?"
"Yeah. Do you remember anything before the suitcase?"
"Sadly yes,"he said getting up slowly.
"Ok do you need any help getting up."
"No I'm fine friend."
"Mark—" He cut Izzie off.
"Forget it."
"Barbie got burned,"said Christina watching the fight.
"Shut it."
Mark tried to get up but kept hitting seats. The voice in his head repeated was saying to say sorry and other sappy stuff. The plane was landing soon there was plenty of time in London.
"Ladies and gentlemen please fasten your seatbelts we will begin descending into the London Heathrow Airport in just a few minutes."
"Finally,"said Meredith.
"Yeah,"said Derek sleepily.
"Wear him out?" Suggested Alex.
"Isn't it your nap time Evil Spawn?"