February 10, 2014
Girlfriend—Marie Digby (3:39)
Grey's Anatomy
The Dirty Mistresses
Meredith
She shook her head as she watched him with his patient. He was so good at comforting them with his off the wall humor. The kids loved him. The grown-ups were amused by him in spite of themselves. She couldn't understand why he didn't let that humor and attentiveness spill over into his outside life but she wouldn't call him on it.
She couldn't. If she did then he'd know that she was falling for him. He couldn't know that right now. Maybe not ever. She was broken. He deserved something better than a broken woman who couldn't articulate what she needed.
But she wanted him.
She wanted that smile and those strong arms and that gentle voice and those heated icy blue eyes to see only her. But she couldn't. She couldn't trust him. She couldn't trust anyone. Not ever again. Everyone always hurt her. If she cared they used it to wound her. She didn't have the energy or the will to let it happen again.
No matter what she wanted Meredith Grey was damaged goods and she wouldn't inflict herself on him. Mark Sloan was a bright light that seemed to warm everything about her. She couldn't risk losing that when he realized that she was bad news.
She shook off the melancholy thoughts and watched him closely as he stitched the little girl's sliced arm. The girl had been in tears when they'd entered the curtained off area but now she was giggling and joking with Mark as though she'd known him for years.
"Well, I think she should say yes," the girl announced. "You should keep asking until she does. That's what Bobby Carmine did with me. I didn't like him much. He kept pulling my hair until the beginning of this year and then he asked if he could hold my hand and be my boyfriend. I said no for an entire month and then he gave me a flower and I said yes." The little black haired girl nodded decisively. "So you should get the girl a flower and she'll say yes."
Mark grinned at the girl. "She doesn't really go for flowers," he told her. "They make her sneeze."
The girl frowned. "Chocolate then. Everybody likes chocolate and if she doesn't then you need to find someone else cuz that's just crazy."
"Good idea, Annie, I'll try that then," Mark tied off his stitches and smiled over his shoulder at Meredith. "What do you think, Mer? Will chocolate make the girl I like agree to a date?" He stood up and stretched.
Meredith sighed. She was going to give in and she knew it. Mark was persistent beyond anyone she'd ever known. "Try it and find out. Chocolate is the world's greatest discovery after all."
Mark grinned that boyish, charming grin that nearly melted her every time. "Okay then," he nodded. "Can you bandage up Annie's arm? I need to finish her chart."
"Sure," Meredith nodded and moved to stand next to the bed.
The little girl looked up at her. "You'd better say yes this time," she advised. "Or I'm gonna dump Bobby and come take him. He's nice and he'd give me chocolate."
Meredith laughed helplessly. She was screwed.