Hey guys

finally posting the 5 chapter. I'll need a more time to post the following because I'm not so sure about was coming next.

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Kisses


Chapter 5

It was a dazzling headache that woke Mark Sloan up the next morning. Every time he woke up with a hangover he promised himself that it will be the last time but then something happens that makes him draw back down. This time it was Addison like Meredith had forecast, she didn't show up at Joe's. Maybe something came up that hinder her to come, Mark tried to reassure himself, but it was much more plausible that she just didn't want to. Maybe she just not love him anymore. Maybe Derek once again got the girl. Thinking about it, Derek always got the girl then he was the one that everybody loves, the fine man to be married to, to ground a family with. He was the lover. Mark contrariwise was the one you hook up with, the one that wasn't faithful enough to be in a stable relationship with somebody. It always has been like this.

The blankets moved. Mark slowly turned to the person on the other side of the bed. Helena was sleeping, her arms closely wicked around her body. She looked so peaceful, but there was something wrong, he didn't know what but he had the sensation that something stopped her to be happy. The evening before when she joined him at the bar, it was like something was missing, the heart was not there. While speaking with her he tried to figure out what it was but without success. It was hard for him to imagine Helena having troubles. For him, she was Derek's little soft and sweet sister. He knew her since her birth, they grew up together, he comfort her when she broke up with her first boyfriend, he even was her date to the medical prom years ago. She was a very good friend. He would on anything to protect her.

Mark watched her sleep. He remembered himself think years ago how pretty she actually was. With her thick black locks and her deep brown eyes, she was a natural beauty. But he always denied any physical attraction because she was Derek's little sister and he would have killed her if he only had known.

"What are you thinking about?"

Helena had opened her eyes and was staring at him.

"Still about Addison?" she asked smiling.

"Actually I was thinking about how ugly you actually are," he said smirking.

As an answer, she ditched him her pillow in the head. Followed an exhausting pillow fight that ends up as a table lamp crashed on the floor.

"Oops," the girl said breaking in a laughter.

Both let themselves fall back on the bed.

"What are you going to do now?" Helena asked. "Do you plan on staying here in Seattle or are you heading back to New York?"

"I don't really know, I don't think there is any chance that Addison leaves Derek, let alone for me, maybe it is the best for everybody if I just leave."

"Mark Sloan I forbid you to even dare think something like that. I know Derek isn't very friendly toward you in the last time and Addison barely speak to you but I'm here and I would miss you!"

"I will miss you too Froggy."

Mark stood up. From where she was lying, Helena had a good view of his well proportionate and muscular torso. God be blessed for having to give this man such amazing abs.

"Enjoying the view?" the men smirked catching her glance.

"No, please threw on a shirt, I'm going to go blind," she said hiding her head in a pillow.

"I would like too but you are wearing my last clean shirt," Mark said with a smirk. "Would it bother you to give me it back?"

Helena stood up to dress. Because of her smallness, the shirt was reaching her to the mid-thigh area.

"Turn around!" she said to him.

"Come one, I've seen you in underwear more times than I can count," the surgeon teased.

"I'm not joking Mark!" she said with a really serious voice.

Mark sighed and slowly turned around.

"You know it's ridiculous," he said.

Helena sighed loudly. She knew it was ridiculous but it was out of the question that Mark sees her with all that bruises. He wouldn't have the tact that Derek has, he would ask questions and more of that, he would overreact. Or try to do something stupid like confronting Ryan and it was a very bad idea that would end badly for everybody.

"Are you finished?" Mark getting impatient.

Helena quickly threw on her white pullover before turning back to Sloan.

"Yes," she said stuffing her stuff back in her travel bag and tossing the shirt back to him.

"You're ready?" he asked.

"Yes."

She stooped to put on her shoes. As she did, her pullover slipped a few inches up revealing a part of her back covered with scars.

"What happens to your back?" Mark asked worriedly.

Helena stood right and pulled on her shirt to hide her injury.

"Nothing," she said hastily. "Can we go now?"

Mark caught her arm to stop her making her let out a squeal. He slowly rolled up her sleeve showing even more bruises.

"Tell me what happened."

Helena moved off his grip and headed for the door but Mark walked toward her and blocked her way through the door.

"Let me go," she said trying to push him out of the way.

"Not before you tell me what happens, and don't tell me you fell in the stairs, maybe Addison was prone to believe you but I'm not."

"You two talked!" Helena shouted. That's why you were so pissed of yesterday at Joe's. She rejected you, didn't she?"

"Yes she did but...wait that's not the point. Don't even try to change the subject. Tell me what the hell happen or none of us is going to leave this room.

Helena sighed and let herself fall seated on the bed, her head in her hand.

"It's him Mark, Ryan."

"What!"

He quickly crossed the room and sat down next to her.

"Since he lost his job six months ago he became more and more violent. He's frustrated because he didn't find another place due to his criminal record so he regularly took his frustration out on me."

She started to cry. Mark put protectively his arms around her and squeezed her tightly.

"Helena, I am so sorry I wish you would never have to live this situation, he said softly rubbing her back to comfort her.

"Now dry your tears Froggy, I will ensure that nothing more will happen to you."

Helena pulls away from the surgeon.

"You can't do that Mark, you have to go back to New York. Besides, I think I need some time alone. I think I am going to quit the police and to travel around a bit."

"That's good to have plans Froggy," her friend smiled at her. "I'll be right behind you whatever the decision will be.

"Thanks, Mark," you're really are a very good friend!"

"A good friend who you soaked another shirt of," the blonde smiled making her laugh toward her tears.

"Let's go!"

They picked their stuff and left the room. In the lift, Mark was thinking. Something had tightened himself in him when she had told that he was a good friend. Wasn't he something more? Like at least a best friend or maybe more. Their relation always had been unclear. It always had been this kind of "I love you, me neither". He always had felt kind of jealous when she was with a boy, even if he had some girl with him. But he never admits it.

On her side, Helena felt somehow relieved that Mark knows about it. He was really important for her and she couldn't imagine hiding something that big to him. He's always been there when she needed him and she was very thankful for that.

They arrived downstairs, Mark paid his room and Helena insisted to pay for the broken lamp. As they went out, Mark headed to a beautiful Harley Davidson.

"You still have it!" Helena wondered amazed. "I remember when you bought it, you took Derek for a ride the first day and you two had an accident because he was too scared to hold still.

Mark chuckled.

"He still has the scar on his forehead."

"And he still dislikes my passion for motorcycles."

"Did you finally have the license?"

"No, I couldn't afford to pay it, I had to save some money for my flat. But I still want to do it."

Mark took out two helmets and reached one to Helena. She put it on and climbed behind him on the cycle.

"Hold tight!"

He started the engine as if shot from a canon. Helena clamped her arms around Mark's strong torso to be secure

Mark drove Helena to the hospital.

"Call me!" he said hugging her tightly. Any timee, Any Day."

"I promise," she said giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Stay strong Froggy, because you are. Don't let anybody tell you the other way around."

A small smile appeared on her face.

"Thank you a lot, Mark."

Helena took a few steps back, Mark put on his helmet and started the engine. He waved a last goodbye before driving away in a loud noise. Helena watched him disappear in the early Seattle traffic jam. She turned around facing the hospital. His white stone, lighten by the morning sun had something familiar and comfortable. She didn't know why but this place gave her the feeling of security she was looking for since 6 months. With firm steps, she headed for the front door. In the hallway, she met Meredith who was waiting for a lift.

"Hey, you!" Helena said smiling.

Meredith mumbled a small hello.

"What happened?" the Shepherd asked.

"How do you know that something happens?" Meredith asked surprised.

"I didn't know but you've just affirmed that something happens," the dark-haired one giggled.

Meredith sighed. The lift door open and the two get into.

"I've done something horrible," the intern stated as the door closed.

The lift doors open with the distinctive tone and Helena and Meredith get out.

"But why the hell did you sleep with him?" the black haired exclaimed.

"Shhhhhhh, nobody must know," Meredith spoke quietly. "Yesterday I saw my father for the first time in 20 years and didn't go very well. So I've been at Joe's to have a drink, I got home pretty drunk. There George came into my room and started to say that he would never stop loving me and that ends with a hookup."

"But, I don't understand what is so horrible with that?" Helena wondered.

"It's just, while we were doing...the...the...the thing you know, I...I just...started to cry."

"You WHAT?" the black haired girl tried not to laugh.

"Yes, I cry. I don't even really know why, I just did it," Meredith _ embarrassed. "And I think I might have hurt him."

Helena hardly refrains herself from bursting out laughing.

"It's not funny," the surgeon said hitting her on the shoulder.

"Sorry. It's just that I try to imagine the scene. He was the happiest men of the world, finally sleeping with you and you started to cry. I understand that he felt hurt."

Meredith let out a deep sigh.

"And now he's avoiding me, and I'm avoiding him, but how can that go. I mean, we live in the same house, work at the same place."

"It's gonna be very awkward," the Shepherd said smiling but when she caught the other girl's glance she stopped.

"Well, it's not that I'm getting bored with you but duty calls," Meredith said.

"I understand," Helena nodded. "I'll try to find Derek."

"See you!"

The intern walked away. At that time, Addison walked out of the lift. She was walking very strange.

"Addy?" Helena asked. "Are you ok?"

As she saw the dark-haired girl, Addison had a relieved smile on her face.

"Oh, Helena, thank God! I really really need your help!"

Ten minutes later, Helena knocked on a patient's door.

"Are you Dr. Bailey's husband?" she asked the men who was packing his stuff.

The men turned around.

"Himself," he said. "And you are?"

"I'm Dr. Shepherd's sister," the girl introduced herself. "Is your wife here?"

Dr. Bailey came out of the washroom, carrying her baby.

"Yes I'm here," she said. "Who are you?"

"My name is Helena Shepherd, I'm Derek's little sister and I really need your help." the black haired said.

"Are you ok?" the woman asked.

"Oh, it's not me, it's Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd," Helena replied. "She needs a consult."

Tucker cleared his throat and looked at Miranda with a warning gaze.

"Tell her I'm not working," she said.

"Dr. Bailey, she needs a consult," the Shepherd said insisting on the "she".

Bailey seems to understand since she reached the baby to her husband.

"I'm coming back soon."

Tucker shook his head desperate. Miranda followed Helena in the gangway.

"You were in the gallery yesterday," the surgeon noticed. "You were watching the intervention on that teenager, Jake Burton."

"Yes, it's too bad that it went so wrong," the other girl said.

They arrived in front of a consult room.

"She's in there," Helena said.

Bailey enter the room.


Later that day, Helena was drinking a coffee at the canteen as Richard sat down in front of her.

"Dr. Webber, it's nice to see you again, "Helena said smiling gently.

"Please call me Richard," he said. Miss Shepherd, I thought about our conversation from yesterday. And about you saying that you at some point regret the rush of the OR. And so I thought of something for you."

"Wait," the dark haired girl interrupt him. "You're not thinking about giving me a job, aren't you? Because it's really what I need right now."

Dr. Webber chuckled.

"No, not, you got me wrong, I wasn't offering you a job, at least not right now. What I was thinking about is to send you to some friends of mine. They are working for Doctors without Borders, currently stationed in Europe but they are often traveling in the Middle-East in the countries in need. I don't really know you but I have a feeling like you could be highly qualified for that and this could be the occasion for you to reconcile yourself with the profession. Just think about it."

He then stood up, and, without waiting for her to answer, walked away. Helena sat there, watching him back, not really knowing what to do. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was really stupid to waste her little knowledge in medicine with doing something that had nothing to do with it. When she was younger, she always admired the Doctors without Borders and their actions around the world. As long as she could remind herself, it was them that brought her to the wish to start medicine studies. And it would be a good way to pull away from all that happens here in Seattle. A good way to forget about Ryan and their relation.

A good way to find herself back.