"Did you have to kick me so hard?" Christina asked rubbing her hand over the large bruise on her shin.

"Yes." Meredith glared. "You deserved it."

Christina sighed letting her scrub pants fall again before following her down the hall.

"I have surgery." She said turning towards her. "I'll see you later."

"With who?" Christina asked as Meredith turned to walk away.

"What?" She said turning back towards her.

"Who do you have surgery with?"

Meredith glared at her before walking away. Christina laughed before turning and going the opposite direction.

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Her words wouldn't leave her head as she watched Mark work.

"I'm not falling for Mark. He's Mark. My male Christina. My male person. My… Whatever. I'm not going to fall in love with him. That's crazy talk… God he's so perfect… at his job. AT HIS JOB!! Right? He's Mark. My friend. Nothing more. Plus he could any woman he wants. He wouldn't just settle for me. That kind of guy doesn't 'just settle' for girls like me. Besides we're way to emotionally invested in our friendship to get involved any other way. It wouldn't end well... for either of us. I should just give up men. All the way. Totally. No more men. It didn't end well for me and Derek or Mark and Addison or Christina and Burke or Alex and Izzie. Relationships SUCK!"

He glanced up catching her gaze. "Can you bring the suction over here?"

"Why does surgery require this terminology? What am I kidding? I could never swear off men. I tried that before… it didn't work out well. Maybe if I was better at knitting… then, then maybe I could become celibate. But since I can't knit, I might as well have sex. God, I'm horny. Okay. Focus. Surgery. Surgery. Surgery."

The surgery finished well and Mark sewed the patient up as Meredith walked out. Scrubbing out, she watched as he disrobed his surgical garb. Smiling to herself, she quickly shook the thought from her head. Mark entered the scrub and smiled her.

"Good Job in there, Grey." He smirked turning on the water.

"Thank you, Dr. Sloan." She smiled back grabbing paper towels. "I'll see you later?"

"Yeah. Maybe we'll do pizza."

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Opening then door, she let him in. He smiled at her handing her a bag.

"You didn't have to stop for food." She said taking it towards the kitchen.

"It doesn't matter. Your worth spending my money on."

"Aw how sweet." She smiled at him before giggled. He chuckled and sat down on the bar.

"I know. I'm a gentleman."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say." She opened the containers and smiled as a puff of great smelling steam blew up into her face. "It smells so good."

He smiled and watched as she stuck her finger in the sauce and licked it off.

"Yum." She smiled.

He tried to focus on what she was saying, but he couldn't.

"Does she have to do that? God I haven't had sex in so long. Stop it, Mark. Stop."

"I'm going to go change. It's hot as hell in here."

"Yes it is… Stop!"

He smiled. "Okay."

She walked out. He put his forehead in his hands. "Focus, Sloan. Focus."