Two weeks later…

The accident seemed like a distant memory. Mostly all the patients had left the hospital. Most had been discharged or sent to another long term facility or recover place. Everything returned to normal. Annoying interns. Worried patients. Patients who needed a high. Patients who really need help. Surgeries.

She sat at the nurses' station watching as Mark yelled at a careless intern. She could tell he was mad from the way he stood. She could tell he was annoyed by the way he ran his hand through his hair every couple of minutes.

"Hey." Christina's voice came causing her to jump.

"Hey." She sighed turning her chair to face her. "How was surgery?"

"Do you ever expect me to say bad?" Meredith smiled shaking her head turning back to her work. "McSteamy watching?"

"What? No." She answered defensively.

"You like McSteamy. Who doesn't? No shame in wanting him."

"Shut up Christina." She hissed putting the chart where it belonged.

"Oh it's not like you don't want him."

"He's my friend."

"If that's what you want to call it."

"A very good friend." She sighed rubbing her face. Christina smirked triumphantly.

"I'll give you a week."

"I'm not going to sleep with him." She hissed. "He's my friend. He's my male you."

"So you would have sex with me if I were a guy?"

"What?" She turned in her chair again.

"You would do McSteamy and if he's the male form of me. You would do me if I were a guy."

"Okay… So weird to think about. Go away now."

She laughed walking away. Meredith turned her head to have her gaze meet with Mark who was leaning over the counter.

"What's weird to think about?"

"How long have you been standing there?"

"Why? Is there something I shouldn't have heard? Were you talking about me, Grey?"

"No." She answered quickly.

"Then, what were you talking about?"

"Tampons. We were talking about tampons." She gave him a smile as she stood up. "I'm got to go."

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"So is McSteamy rocking your world in your little daydream?" Christina's voice came as she sat across from her at the table.

"Shut up, Christina."

"What were you thinking about?"

"A patient." She lied.

"Uh-huh. Was this patient's name Mark 'McSteamy' Sloan?"

"Stop! I mean it."

"Whatever, Mer. Eventually you're going to realize you're falling for McSteamy and I'm going to be right here doing a little victory dance."

She glared at her, but her attention was drawn to something over her shoulder. She watched as he walked over to get his food. He wasn't in a hurry. She could tell. She always could tell his mood by his actions. It was weird but she could. She watched as he got his coffee and a sandwich before looking around for someone to sit with. Noticing the pair, he smiled and began walking over. She heard the hair move causing her to look in that direction to see Derek sitting down.

"What do you want?" She scowled.

"Yeah, McAss, I'm trying to enjoy my lunch. I cannot do that with you sitting there." Christina said with a smug grin. He rolled his eyes looking at Meredith.

"Hi." He gave her a wide smile. Now, she rolled her eyes.

"What do you want?" She said again a little louder.

"What would you do if I got a girlfriend?"

"What?" She looked at him in confusion. "Nothing. I wouldn't care."

"I would wish her good luck on surviving a month with you." Christina stated plainly with a small smirk. Meredith strained not to smile at the comment.

"Thank you, Dr. Yang." He replied sarcastically.

"Are you done?" Meredith asked glancing back at Mark who was watching from a far. "Because I seriously don't want to sit near you."

"So you would do nothing?"

"I wouldn't care!" She stressed 'care.'

"Okay." He stood up.

"That is unless it's my intern. Then, I'd make sure her life is a living hell just like Bailey did to me."

Derek stopped briefly but shook his head and continued. She looked back up and Mark walked over slipping into a seat.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey." Meredith muttered back.

"It's good to see you, McSteamy." Christina said looking at Meredith and mouthed. "Isn't it?"

Meredith kicked her under the table.