-1Author's Note: So when we writers start a story we do it knowing things can change. That is what happened here. It wasn't a change I planned on, it is one that came about quite on it's own due to the characters and I tried to get around it. It won't go away though. For whatever reason, the pairings have taken on a life of their own and are not going the way I want. I apologize for that and understand if some of you decide not to read anymore.

Floating in the pool most of the day was starting to become a habit, one Meredith was sure she would have trouble breaking herself of once she went home. Home, thinking of it reminded her that she hadn't heard from Izzie or Alex in a while. Paddling her float closer to the edge of the pool, Meredith reached for her cell phone, which was lying within arms reach on a beach towel. Her fingers brush across it, knocking it off the towel and onto the blue tile that surrounded the small pool. She leaned closer, trying to grab for it without falling off the large, yellow donut shaped tube she was ensconced in.

"Wouldn't it be easier to just get out and get the phone?" Mark's teasing voice startled her. She let out a small shriek as her hot flesh came in contact with the cool water.

Sputtering, Meredith surfaced, pushing clumps of wet blonde hair off her face. She narrowed her green eyes, and held her hand up for Mark's assistance. Once his fist was closed around her's, she pulled back with all her strength. He fought for a second, but her continued tugging had him catapulting through the air and into the pool. His body hit the float, bounced, and then landed belly first in the water.

"What the hell," Mark yelled, spitting water out of his mouth, and wiping at his nose. "What was that for?"

"For being the second jerk to knock me into the water," Meredith mused. "Derek," she explained at his baffled look. "I was trying to get out and fell back in when he scared the crap out of me by sneaking back here. Like you did!" She leaned back, kicking her legs to propel herself back.

"So, because Shepherd snuck back here, I have to get dunked?" Mark shook his head, sending droplets of water flying every which way.

"Yup. Besides, you snuck too. Don't forget that part." She grinned, ducking her chin down. She opened her mouth, letting some off the water enter. It tasted of stale chlorine. She grimaced, and then spit the water in Mark's direction. She hadn't had this much fun in a long time. It felt good to actually relax, to not dwell on failed and unrequited loves or how she was going to deal with her life once she went home.

Mark narrowed his eyes, and then dove under the water. Meredith screamed when she felt his fingers wrap around her ankles, yanking her under. She came up gasping and ready to slap. He was no where around though. She blinked, only to squeal when he grabbed her legs once again. "No, no!" She begged, moving away before he could drag her under again.

Meredith scrambled up the pool ladder, smirking down at Mark. "Ha," she taunted, crossing her arms over her almost bare chest. Suddenly conscience of how little her blue and brown tie dye bikini covered, Meredith reached down for the towel she had brought out. Her gaze is instantly drawn to her cell phone, reminding her of what she had been about to do before Mark's unexpected arrival.

"Do you mind?" She waved the phone, licking her lips. Coming out of the water, with his white button down shirt plastered to his bronzed skin and his khaki pants molding to his muscular legs, he looked like some Grecian God rising from the sea. She was sure her heart plummeted to the pit of her stomach, twisted in knots, and refused to acknowledge that the man before her had a girlfriend.

A startled shriek slipped past her lips as the phone in her hand started to vibrate and ring. She blinked, and gasped when she seen the caller I.D. identifying Izzie as the caller. "I was just about to call you," she laughed once she answered the phone.

"Help," Izzie whispered.

In the back ground excited chattering and gushing made it impossible to make out everything the other woman was saying. Meredith couldn't be sure, but it had sounded like some one was forcing her to marry Alex. "Wait. What?"

"Our moms are planning a wedding," Izzie squeaked out. "They're planning, and ordering."

"Why?" Meredith dropped onto the edge of a chaise, her mouth slacked open. She felt her jaw drop a little bit more as she listened to Izzie spill out the whole tale. Sex with Rebecca in the kitchen. Sex on her couch. Sex on the beach. Sex, sex, sex. And then the mothers arriving while they were having sex. They weren't caught that time, but it was when things started to get ugly. Rebecca showed back up, announcing her and Alex weren't over. Which led to a disastrous double date where Rebecca ended with Jeff Pope and Izzie giving Alex an ultimatum. "You didn't!"

"I did," Izzie said miserably. "Of course he refused to do it, which pissed me off. I started back to your house and got my stupid shoe caught. Which led to him being all…Alexy. Which led to the kissing."

"Which the mother's seen," Meredith finished for her. Mark gave her a question look. She hesitated, and then mouthed that she would explain later. He nodded, grimacing as he pulled his shirt away from his body.

"I'm going back to the hotel. Need some dry clothes," he whispered. "I was going to see if you were up to catching lunch. Addison and Derek ditched me to go antique shopping." She nodded, mouthed okay, and then turned her attention back to the drama that seemed to be unfolding in Florida.