"Izzie you really want me to be lonely?"

"I'd chew my arm off first."

"What the hell happened to lovey Mark and Izzie?"

"Christina there never was!"

"Possessive Izzie."

"Am not."

"You so are!"

"Welcome to the London Metropolitan,"said Adam.

The ten stepped out of the limo with Addison almost tripping over her Gucci heels and landing in Alex's arms.

"I don't see how you can wear these things,"said Alex eyeing the stilettoes.

"Satan has her ways,"she said bluntly staring at the toned bronze arms still around herself.

"Evil spawn likes." Addison just laughed.

"Umm...Alex– I um..."

"Right,"he said untangling his arms from Addison.

In the process he was caught in her long red curls. This couldn't get anymore awkward, thought Alex to himself. Unknowingly Addi was thinking the same thing. Well it did.

"Addison?" Asked a certain orthopedic surgeon.

"Callie,"she said attempting to fix her newly frizzy hair.

"Addison which rooms are we in again?"

"You two are in 245."

"Thanks,"she said.

Meanwhile Meredith and Derek walked up the stairs to the front desk.

"Did you see Alex and Addison?" Meredith could barley hold her gigantic suitcases.

"No, but she's my ex-wife I've moved on with you."

"Good to know that you are my knight in shining whatever."

"I can show you that—." Derek interrupted my Izzie mid sentence.

"Mer! What room to we have? I wonder if they have a mini bar?"

"Hope not,"replied Derek. "Remember the sober rule?"

"Yeah,"mumbled Meredith with a few other sailor worthy words.

Mark was behind everyone else, but not alone. There was some random girl hot and lonely, his type. Still there was one thing stopping him. Izzie, It was odd that he was actually weird he was thinking about a girl. That only happened once with Addison. He learned his lesson with the forbidden fruit type. Friends, that word was haunting. Like a bad hair cut it wouldn't go away...For the record Mark Sloan never gets a bad hair cut, just can't think of a metaphor, he thought. Screw it, he was going to ask that girl out.

"Hey, ever been to Seattle?" He said in a low voice.

"Your pick up lines suck,"she said in an annoyed tone.

"Well I could always—."

"Save it, you arrogant bastards think you can have any girl you want! Seriously?"

"Is that so?"

"BEN!"

"I'm Mark not Ben..." He said as an extremely tall man came forward to Mark.

"What the hell do you think your doing punk?!"

"Asking a girl out." Before he could finish again Ben slugged him on the side of the head.

"That's the last time you come onto an heiress!" She yelled.

Mark got up. His perfect face was bleeding. Maybe the deja vu was like seeing the future or something. I must be going crazy, he thought. From the large cracking sound Christina had turned around with Burke close behind.

"You move on fast,"she said walking over.

"I asked her if she had ever been to Seattle,"Mark said holding his bleeding head.

"Some women take that as harassment,"answered Burke. Christina just gave him the evil eye.

"I'm fine,"he said walking into the hotel. "Just a little dizzy."

"Some one missed their nap,"snapped Christina.

"It's called rejection,"Burke said.

"McSteamy ain't getting laid tonight."

"You call him McSteamy?"

"T'yeah."

"Why don't I have a nickname?"

Meredith and Derek made there way to the front desk and got their key. All the way up they were almost making out in front of an unsuspecting elderly couple.

"Kids these days."

"Frank they're in love,"they woman said to her husband.

Izzie on the other hand was at a coffee shop. She was drinking a cappuccino and had no idea why. I hate him and just want to be friends, she thought. Friends, Mark having a woman friend. She had to laugh at this as people started to look at her funny she stopped. Mark Sloan infuriated her. And why was she drinking a cappuccino, she didn't even really like them. As Izzie moved her arm onto the table the burning liquid spilled all over her sweater. Just great, she said to herself. With two suitcases, a purse, and a coffee stain thanks to Mark she walked back to the hotel.

When she finally made it to the elevator it took for freaking ever to open. When it finally did there was a strange sight, blood. Izzie was slightly disgusted but at the same time intrigued. She hadn't performed surgery in almost a full day. The elevator binged open and Izzie made her way to suite 457. Surely Meredith and Derek would be in there with her room key.

"Mer, Der—." She was dropped her bags. They love birds where doing what else.

"Couldn't you two have the decency to like— seriously?"

"Izzie I can explain,"said in embarrassed Meredith.

"I'll be back later,"she said grabbing her purse and slamming the door.

Izzie walked over to Christina and Burke's room and knocked. Christina answered in her pjs.

"What did you expect bunking with Shepard and Mer? Steamy is in room 523 Merry Christmas,"she Christina shutting the door on Izzie's face.

"Fine!" Izzie yelled through the door. It was back to the elevator to suite 523

In the penthouse Mark was drawing a bath. He was incredibly dizzy and was seeing two of everything. He shut off the water. Mark lowered him self into the scalding water and laid his head against the rim. Slowly everything got blurry as he slipped into unconsciousness. Mark's body slowly drifted down into the water. Seconds later he had slipped away...

Author's Note: Do not throw any sharp objects at me shields I will update soon. Well I jumped around a lot in this chapter and those awesome people who wanted MerDer and Addex got some. I would like to dedicate this chapter to the security guard at my high school "Big" Ben. He's super nice and wouldn't punch out McSteamy. So anyways please review and give me more uber cool ideas. Love ya -Kate