"Thanks for not making sure I was up and moving this morning," Alex moved to stand next to Meredith at the nurse's desk. "I was over an hour late,"
"Shouldn't have stayed up so late," Meredith replied, taking a sip of her coffee. As Christina joined the two.
"Yeah, cause I stay up all night partying," He said sarcastically, "I was here half the night, keeping tabs on Sloan's nerve repair patient,"
"Sorry, Zola was having a bad morning, so I didn't think to check on you,"
"Speaking of Sloan," Christina added. "Have you heard?"
"Oh boy, what's the rumor mill cooked up now?" Alex raised an eyebrow, as he and Meredith both turned to Christina with a questioning look.
Christina made a face at Meredith. "A wedding,"
Meredith sighed, shaking her head.
"I was married once, it wasn't that great," Alex chuckled. "Why would he do it twice?"
"I don't know," Christina shrugged. "From what the nurse's were saying, him and Dr. Masterson decided on it about a week ago,"
"Lexie's gonna freak," Alex sighed.
"She already knows," Meredith replied, looking through her patient's chart. "She knew last week when Torres and Robbins first suggested it to Mark,"
"Sad," Christina shook her head and took a drink of her coffee. "We're all about to witness Little Grey go off the deep end,"
"Christina!" Meredith scolded. "She'll be fine!"
"I seriously thought that you were gonna have a better rumor than that," Alex added. "I heard a much better one yesterday,:
"Oooh!" Christina turned to him. "Do share!"
"Apparently, the reason we never heard of Dr. Masterson was because Addison and her weren't friends for awhile, because Shepherd and Masterson had an affair soon after Addison and Sloan did,"
Meredith's head jerked up from the chart in her hands. "What?"
"Oh," he looked between Meredith and Christina. "You didn't know? Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spill the beans, I thought Shepherd would have already told you,"
Meredith simply looked at Christina and groaned, then turned to walk away.
"Good morning," Derek nodded with a smile as Mark stepped into the elevator with him.
"Good morning," Mark popped his neck with a yawn, then took a drink from the coffee cup in his hand.
"Uh oh," Derek chuckled at his friend.
"What?" Mark raised an eyebrow.
"You didn't sleep last night, did you?"
"Yeah I did,"
"Mark," Derek grinned. "I've known you for way too long. You're never tired. Obviously, you didn't get much sleep,"
"Okay, I got a few hours," he sighed. "Becca and Addison kept me up with their wedding banter,"
Derek shook his head as they stepped out of the elevator. "I can totally see you trying to decide on the pink roses or the purple pansies,"
"Shutup," Mark rolled his eyes.
"I have a post-op exam with her this afternoon,"
"Yeah, I know. She wants you to clear her,"
"Not going to happen," Derek replied. "The only thing that I may be able to clear her for is the surgery to repair her scars,"
Mark yawned. "That my satisfy her, but she's still gonna kick and scream about being cleared to come back to work,"
"Too bad," Derek replied, then grinned. "Besides, she has a wedding to drive you nuts with,"
The two moved down the hallway, playfully arguing back and forth as Derek kept teasing Mark about the impending wedding.
"Derek," Meredith turned the corner. Derek looked up, recognizing the look on her face. "We need to talk,"
"Everything okay?"
"I certainly hope so," she raised an eyebrow.
"I'll catch up with you later," Derek nodded to Mark. "I'm not done picking on you,"
"I'm looking forward to it,"
Derek followed Meredith as she ducked into an empty patient room. "Well, hello my dear,"
"Why didn't you tell me everything?" she crossed her arms.
"Everything? About what?"
"About 'whom'," she corrected. "About Becca,"
"Meredith, what are you talking about?"
"Rumors are flying, when Mark and Addison had their affair, you and Becca had one too?"
Derek's face became flushed, not exactly sure what to say. He scratched his head and looked to the side, taking a breath.
"Oh my god!" Meredith gasped. "It's true!"
Derek turned to her once again, shaking his head. "Meredith,"
"Ugh," she groaned. "I gotta go," she turned towards the door. "I'm scrubbing in with Bailey,"
"Meredith," he reached for her, but she escaped his grasp and hurried out of the room.
"Look at him, he's exhausted," Lexie whispered to April, the two women stood by the coffee cart. Lexie's eyes were fixated on Mark, who was leaned over the nearest nurse's desk, scribbling into a chart.
April grabbed her coffee and looked up. "Hmm, yeah he does looks tired,"
"I heard him telling Dr. Robbins earlier that Becca and Addison kept him up with wedding crap,"
"Oh boy," April giggled. "This wedding is gonna be the biggest joke of the century,"
Lexie didn't say anything, just sipped from her cup, rolled her eyes, and walked beside her friend.
The two approached the same nurse's desk where Mark was, Lexie reached past him and grabbed a patient chart. "You okay, Dr. Sloan?"
Mark looked up from his chart and flashed her a smile. "Yeah, just a little groggy today,"
Lexie and April stood at the other end of the counter, Lexie flipping through her patient chart, she grabbed a pen out of her pocket.
"Speak of the devil and she appears," April whispered, pulling Lexie's attention up just in time to see Becca and Addison appear behind Mark.
"Nothing changes around here," Addison smirked. "Always standing around,"
Mark stood up straight and turned around. "Oh shut it," he grabbed Becca's hand and pulled her towards him. "Hey gorgeous,"
"Hi," she smiled, pecking a kiss onto his lips.
Lexie looked at April and made a face, she couldn't help but notice the burn scars that traveled up the side of Becca's face. Even though most of them could be hidden by her long blonde curls, they were still noticeable.
She wore a white t-shirt, with a black sweater over top, jeans and black heels. Lexie couldn't help but notice that despite the scars, she was gorgeous. Her black rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, aside from lip gloss, it didn't even look like she applied a speck of makeup.
"How'd it go at the bakery?" Mark asked.
"It was fun, cake is ordered," Becca smiled.
"Red velvet," Addison rolled her eyes. "Ick,"
"My favorite," Mark smiled, he looped an arm around Becca from behind and planted a kiss on her head.
"Yeah, I know, but it being your favorite doesn't make it taste any better,"
"Dr. Sloan," Lexie spoke up. "Are you still doing a consult on Dr. Bailey's patient?"
"Yeah, as soon as Bailey gets back from lunch she's supposed to page me," he put his patient's chart away and turned around to grab Becca's hand. "I'm gonna go to Becca's appointment with her. Make sure she pages me, okay?"
Lexie nodded. "Okay,"
"Nice to see you, Dr. Grey," Becca nodded. "All healed up?"
"Yup," Lexie forced a smile. "So far so good,"
"Great,"
"So, in a nutshell, your latest scans looks amazing,"
"When can I go back to work?"
Derek shook his head. "You just worry about your wedding for now,"
"Derek!" Becca whined.
"Look, I know that you're feeling great and everything, but part of that is because of the anti-seizure medication." He pointed to the CT scan that hung on the lit box on the wall. "See that black spot right there? All we need is that little tear on the temporal lobe to finish healing and then, I'll clear you,"
"Oh my freaking god!"
"What she's trying to politely ask is how long that is going to take?"
"It could take up to six months," Derek sighed, anticipating the reaction he was going to get.
"Derek," Becca looked at him sternly. "Do you wanna get shot again?"
Derek and Mark both laughed. "Shutup," Derek grinned. "I'd say it'll probably be fused back together in less than a month, but it could take up to six. I already ordered a new prescroption for your anti-seizure meds, you can pick them up before you leave,"
Becca made a face and crossed her arms over her chest. "Alright,"
"I do have good news,"
"What?"
"Well, if you can wrangle up a good plastic surgeon, I can clear you to go back under general for your facial reconstruction,"
"I have a pretty open schedule tomorrow," Mark turned to her.
"That's sweet of you, but he said to find a 'good plastic surgeon'," she grinned, teasingly.
"You're hilarious," he grinned, looking down at his beeper.
"Thanks," she smiled.
"I gotta go catch up with Bailey for a consult," he stood to his feet, then knelt down to kiss her. "I'll see you tonight,"
"Okay," she kissed him back. "I love you,"
"Love you too," he turned and nodded to Derek. "Thanks,"
Becca stood to her feet after Mark left the room. "I'm going home, because I hate you,"
Derek moved to stand infront of the door. "We need to talk,"
"About?" she raised an eyebrow.
"What happened between us,"
"What?" she scoffed. "Seriously?"
"Somehow Meredith heard a rumor that we had an affair and she's pissed,"
Becca made a face. "An affair? How the hell did Meredith find out anything?"
"I don't know," he sighed. "Have you told anyone?"
"Told anyone what? That we got insanely drunk in the middle of your pain and we made out? No, I haven't told anyone," she laughed. "Seriously, it's the dumbest story to tell!"
April sighed as she approached the nurse's desk. Her day wasn't even halfway over, but she was already exhausted. She laid her patient's chart on the counter, she grabbed a pen and started to scribble in it, until something nearby caught her eye.
A simple prescription bottle with the name: Rebecca Masterson-Sloan.
A devious smile formed on her lips and an idea in her head. She glanced around quickly and reached out to grab the pill bottle, tossing it into her pocket. She closed her patient chart and took off down the hallway, with one destination in mind. The hospital pharmacy.