Letting Go
By RedEmerald (Edited by freakycalzona)

Disclaimer: We own nothing and borrow lots. No, really... lots. Like every other character past or present on Grey's Anatomy which are the sole intellectual property of Shonda Rhimes, Shondaland and ABC.

Ratings: Overall R.

Story Information: This is Alternative Universe fanfiction. None of the characters have the occupations that Shonda Rhimes intended. We simply asked ourselves how career choices can change the directions of the characters lives, but not who they are as a person.

Summary: AU Sometimes it doesn't matter whether or not it's a dream

Editor's Note 1: All the credit to this fic goes to RedEmerald of LE . com I just asked her permission to edit this one for our otp

Editor's Note 2: so guys this will be the last fic of RedEmerald that I'll be editing. Should I continue editing other stories for our otp? Suggestions and comments are much appreciated...

Chapter 10:

As it turned out, it wasn't. Making my way a short distance around the pool, staying out of sight, I was finally able to catch sight of Derek's dark-haired head, bobbing slowly and lingeringly up and down in Mark's lap, his hands still visible stroking the younger man's butt and thighs.

As I stared, torn between blushing embarrassment and curious interest, Mark arched, shuddering visibly, and clutched Derek's hair with one hand. Then he released it, relaxing with a sigh, and Derek stood up between his legs, kissing the younger man deeply.

Now I was definitely blushing. As I was leaving hurriedly - voyeurism isn't really a hobby of mine, despite my natural curiosity - Derek was just lifting Mark's legs onto his shoulders. I gave them their privacy, embarrassed but happy that they had both apparently found something to enjoy on vacation.

Being more careful to avoid any more accidental encounters, I managed to get myself back to the original beach where the boat was parked - or anchored, or whatever. Owen was there, alone, digging a fire pit and setting up his grill for dinner.

"Hey, lovely," he greeted me warmly.

"Owen," I replied.

"Enjoy your swim?" He said, gesturing with his chin at my still-wet hair.

I nodded. "It's lovely here." My tone was a bit non-committal in my distraction.

Owen chuckled a little. "Still confused? Even after...?" He trailed off, respecting my privacy enough not to say it aloud.

"Well, I wasn't right after...now, even more so." I sighed in resignation, shaking my head as I joined him by the pit he was digging.

"Do me a favor and toss some of those rocks aside, would you?"

I started leaning down and picking up some of the bigger rocks in and around the hole in the sand, tossing them out of his way as he kept widening the hole and smoothing the sides expertly with his shovel.

"What changed?" He asked me then.

"I'm not sure," I said slowly, not sure what to say and what not to say. "I don't know...maybe Callie did."

"Ah, that girl..." He smiled an oddly fond smile. "She looks after you a great deal, you know."

"Like a big sister?" I asked wryly, tossing another rock aside with a bit more force than was probably necessary.

He grinned his toothy grin. "No, not really."

I looked at him in surprise, but he didn't look at me - he kept his grin, though.

"That doesn't make me less confused," I said - I'll admit, I was pouting a bit.

"I know - but don't worry, you'll figure it out," he said confidently, winking at me. "You're too close now not to."

I stared at him, shaking my head. "I wish I were half that confident."

He smiled. "Callie said she'd come ashore for dinner, by the way - it won't be for a couple hours, though. Why not take a nap or something - the more relaxed you get, out here, the clearer things become. Take it from me."

I smiled, running my fingers through my damp hair. "Not a bad idea," I said gratefully.

"Thanks for the help with the rocks."

"No problem." I wandered away again, and as I found a little nest to curl up in at the base of a tree, I realized that I really could use a nap - there was something about the warm, salty silence of this place that just lulled you off to sleep. I leaned my head back, yawned, and fell asleep - mercifully, for once, a dreamless sleep.

Editor's Note 3: so Mark/Derek.. what do you guys think?