First of all I didn't intend for this story to go up next, but I ran into a brick wall called writers block on the one I was going to post next so I thought I would put this one up first.
For the love of money.
Chapter 1.
Rachel sat at the mirror getting ready. She had been roped into going to the fundraiser for the hospital, but was not really looking forward to it. Jack and Jesse had managed to get out of it nicely by working, Amanda saying that she had no one to look after the kids that night. She gave a sigh she wasn't to worried though Steve would be there, as he had no pressing cases at the moment, and Mark. She stood and looked in the mirror finally satisfied. She had brought the deep blue dress for the occasion and fitted perfectly. When she went up stairs she found Steve lounging on the couch.
"Don't sit like that," She reproved. "You'll crease the suit;" He quickly stood and came over to her. Taking her in his arms he smiled.
"You look incredible," He told her. She smiled and noted just how devastating he was in the tux.
"Thanks" She said to him. "You don't look so bad yourself,"
Mark came into the main room, still trying to fix his tie.
"Rachel could you?" He asked. Throwing his hands in the air and giving up on it. Then putting on his best little boy lost face. Rachel laughed and came over and quickly did the tie with no problem. Looking at father and son she smiled and knew that she would be the envy of most the women there.
"What was that look for?" Mark asked.
"Just thinking," She said and linked one arm through Mark's and the other through her husbands.
"What?" Steve asked.
"Just that I think I'll be the most envied woman there, with the two best looking men in the room on each arm,"
There was a knock on the door. Mark went to answer it.
"It's the car," He said slightly surprised normally Norman would forget to send them a car.
"We are honoured," Steve muttered. He slip one arm around his wife and they headed for the door.
Arriving at the function room they got out.
"You know I really prefer the events that we arrange ourselves," Mark said to the both of them.
"Like telethons?" Steve said with a smile.
"When they run right," Mark answered back with a grin. Rachel looked at both men.
"Why do I get the feeling that I'm missing something?" Rachel asked them.
"I'll explain later," Steve said with a smile.
Mark looked up ruefully and saw that Norman Briggs was heading towards them.
"I suppose I'll have to do the rounds," Rachel smiled.
"That's what you get for being the head of internal medicine," She told him.
"Do you think they'll let me resign?" Steve scoffed and Rachel laughed out loud.
"No chance," She said. Mark's expression was glum, but he forced it to be brighter when Norman got closer.
In fact since Jack Stewart had come back and took over some of the responsibilities Mark had a fresh run of energy and was finding more joy in his work again. Steve was grateful to the younger doctor. He had felt that they were putting on his father quite a bit. He smiled to his self expect for tonight, in an effort to avoid it he had put his self on duty tonight along with Jesse not that he could blame him these events where always tedious.
Elizabeth Weston arrived with her eldest son and his wife.
"Honestly mother," He said with some snobbishness. "I really don't know why you keep insisting that we throw good money away like this,"
"John!" The older woman said firmly. "If I wish to give some of my money to good causes then I will," She emphasized the word my. Looking up she saw Mark in the crowd. "Ahh there's Mark Sloan perhaps his new daughter-in-law is here, I'd like to meet the young lady that finally caught Steve," Making her way forward she went up to him.
"Elizabeth ," Mark said with genuine warmth. "I haven't seen you in ages,"
"It's lovely to see you again to," She said. Turning to her son, "You remember John don't you,"
"Off course," Mark said and shook the mans hand. Elizabeth looked around.
"Is Steve here?" She asked. Mark smiled.
"Yes somewhere," He gave a quick glance around and saw him talking to one of the other doctors from the hospital. Mark waved to him. Steve saw it and gave an inward groan; here we go he thought. He made his way to his father.
"Steve you remember Elizabeth don't you?" Mark said to him. With a fixed smile he nodded.
"Of course," He did actually remember her and her late husband. He shook hands with them both, Elizabeth looked around them.
"I was hoping to meet your wife?" She said.
"Well she is here somewhere," He said looking around. "If you'll hang on a minute I'll find her," Steve left for a minute and went to find her. He found her talking with a group of people. When she saw Steve her face took on come rescue me look. He gave a grin.
"Excuse me?" He said to them. "Rachel someone wants to meet you,"
"Right would you excuse me," She walked away linking her arm through his. "Thanks,"
"It seemed the gentlemanly thing to do," Rachel smiled and they approached the group of people that Mark was talking to. Mark looked up and saw them approaching.
"Here she is," Rachel fixed her smile in place before they turned. "Rachel this is Elizabeth Weston," The woman turned to face her and her face paled. Rachel's eyes locked with the older woman's.
"Oh god," Rachel breathed. She swayed back against Steve his grip on her tightened.
"Rachel?" He asked. Concern in his voice.
"Well, well," John's voice could be heard a definite nastiness." We always assumed that you might turn up one day, like the bad penny," The man swallowed his drink down. "What's wrong my sister's money run out?"
Rachel felt sick. Turning away she fled from the room and out the door before Steve could stop her. Steve gave the man an evil look then went after her. Leaving a shocked Mark behind them. He had to fight his way through the crowds to get to the door and for a moment he had no idea where she had gone.
"She went that way Steve;" it was one of the doctors from the hospital.
"Thanks," He said. And ran in the direction he had pointed. He finally caught up with her on a piece of grass outside the function room. "Rachel," He grabbed a hold of her arm, for a second she tried to pull away but his grip remained firm and he pulled her back into his arms for a few seconds she tired to break free but then gave up and buried her head in his shoulder and sobbed. Steve just held her close to him until she had calmed enough for him to ask her what was going on. He got her across to a bench and sat down.
"What's going on?" He asked gently. Rachel looked at him her face streaked with tears.
"That," She said softly. "Was my grandmother," Steve was surprised to say the least.
