Chapter 7
"Alright, tell me what you think of Seattle?" Abby demanded the next day.
"What?" said Meredith. "It's 6am."
"So? What do you think of Seattle? Good? Bad? Ugly?"
"Wet," said Meredith. "Windy and bloody."
"Is bloody a good thing?"
"It can be," said Meredith. "Ask them vague questions."
"Oh Derek, Mark Seattle over New York, yes or no."
"Yes," said Derek.
"Can someone answer me without that sappy I found the love of life in this city so I love it look on their face?" snapped Abby.
"Why do you care about our opinions on Seattle?" said Mark.
"Well it's just I...information is the key...I just..."
"Richard offered you a long term contract," said Derek.
"Maybe."
"Oh here we go," Mark muttered. "I thought you were getting married and moving back to New York."
"Well...that was the plan," said Abby. "I like to have options."
"You always did," said Mark coldly.
"Come on Dr. Grey, lets leave them to it. This will turn nasty," said Derek leading Meredith away.
"What is your problem?" said Abby. "How does it affect you one way or the other where I live or who I marry?"
"It doesn't."
"Well then...you don't have an opinion, I can do what I want!"
"You don't even know what you want," snapped Mark. "This about you and your commitment crap. God forbid you commit to a contract that doesn't end in three months!"
"My commitment crap!' Abby snapped raising her voice. "Are you serious? You are the kind of one night stands, you bang nurses and interns and anything else that doesn't take too much effort!"
"As opposed to you and your deep meaningful relationships," Mark shouted.
"August 5th," she shouted back, holding up her left hand to show her engagement ring. "Save the date, baby!"
"Oh come on!"
"By the way how is your wife?"
"You're not seriously getting married?"
"Wanna bet?"
"$50 says you don't marry that guy!"
"You're on!"
"You can't marry someone just to spite me!"
"I can and I will!" Abby shouted.
"Enough," Richard shouted across the open plan.
Mark and Abby immediately went from looking furious, to looking at the ground like guilty toddlers.
"I'm out of here," Abby muttered grabbing her bag from the nurses station.
"I'm not even surprised."
