Signal Fire
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I KNOW. I KNOW. Too many stories... Too little updates... But... Just but...
Disclaimer: SO not mine.
Summary: This takes off right after 3.21 - Desire . MerMark friendship... Eventually... MerMark all the way, maybe. :D
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Chapter 3"Mark, what are you doing here?"
"Trailing you," he shrugged as he walked further into the room. He looked at Alex and Izzie. "You guys mind me stealing her for a few?"
"No problem, man," Alex shrugged and motioned for Izzie to follow him out of the room.
"You seriously ran the moment you had a chance to get away from me, huh?" he smirked, taking a seat on the place Izzie once occupied. "You didn't even wait for me to finish my surgery."
"Stuff happened…" she murmured, downing another tequila shot.
"So this is how you drown away your sorrows?" he smirked, eyeing the now empty bottle of tequila. "Drowning in tequila?"
"I tried literally drowning, Mark. It didn't work," she
"Well you could do what I do," he offered.
"And what would that be?"
"Have sex to forget all about your sorrows,"
"Hmmm," she stifled a laugh. "Tried that too. Didn't work. Was fun though."
Mark let out a loud laugh. "Of course it's fun, Grey. Sex was created to be fun."
"You really are a man whore," she said blatantly.
Mark let out another loud laugh. "No one can change my living way, Grey."
"Apparently," she snorted.
He looked around the living room for a few seconds and then at her.
"What about we get out of here?" he asked.
"Can't we stay and get completely drunk and wasted?" she pouted a little.
"There's no fun in that! Where would be the women to take home and have sex with?"
"You really do say what's on your mind, don't you?"
Mark shrugged and he suddenly turned solemn and serious. "I heard what happened earlier today…"
"Good news certainly travel fast, huh?" she reached over to the full shot glass that Alex has left on the table. She drank it down in a blink and settle the shot glass down, still unsatisfied.
Mark watched her the whole time before finally speaking once again. "I'm not gonna ask you to talk about it cos' I seriously don't know what to say to you, Grey, but… If you want to… I can be pretty convincible in pretending to lend a listening ear."
"My fake mommy died and my ex-father slapped me, that's pretty much what I want to say," she muttered as she leaned back and crossed her arms around her chest, closing herself up.
Mark kept quiet for what seemed like a minute.
"My Mom died when I was 4."
"You're opening up?" she looked at him with a raised brow.
"I'm trying to be supportive here, Grey, so shut up," he quickly told her off. "My father remarried when I was 6 and I grew up with a stepmom. And then she died when I was 12. After that, my Dad never remarried again… I grew up knowing two mothers and yet they both left me…" Mark let out a deep breathe. "I blamed myself for years… I kept on thinking that it was my fault that they both left…"
"You weren't to blame, Mark," she suddenly piped in, uncrossing her arms and sitting up as she looked at him with disbelief in her eyes.
"Exactly," he nodded. "I know you think you are to blame…"
"But I am to blame, Mark," she groaned a little.
"You're a doctor, Grey, you're not god," Mark looked at her seriously. "We all lose someone along the way. We can't control everything even if we do our best. And knowing you, I know you did your best."
"But she was there… I was there… And…"
"If it was her time, it's her time, Grey," Mark told her.
"You believe in that?"
"I believe in my abilities and that I always do my best in surgeries and treating other people… But there are really some stuff that you can't control…" Mark looked at her, telling her what he knew and has believed in for years. "Sometimes it just comes down to something as simple as luck, Grey. Luck and fate."
"I-I just can't believe she's gone…" Meredith muttered, looking down at her hands.
"She's gone, Grey. There's nothing you could do about that, and there's nothing you had to do with it either. Now, c'mon," Mark stood up and pulled her out of the couch. "Let's get out of here."
"Are we going to Joe's?" she asked, following him to the hall.
"No," Mark shook his head as he walked to the rack and grabbing his and her coat. He handed her hers and they both put their coats on.
Mark drove them around for a few minutes before finally parking in a familiar place.
"Ferry boats?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "A friend of mine and I used to go ride these things in New York to think about stuff."
"And by friend of mine you mean Derek?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Now c'mon."
He got out of the car and waited for her to come out too.
"I don't want to go," Meredith stopped in her tracks and just stood there.
"Grey, if you don't take another step, I swear I'm either going to drag you there or throw you there," he looked at her and she knew he wasn't joking.
"Fine," she muttered, following him towards the docks.
They waited for a few seconds before they finally got into the ferry boat. Mark led them to one of the benches in the side and they both sat down. They were enveloped in silence for a few minutes.
"Does it still scare you?"
"What?"
"The water," he replied.
Meredith looked down at the water that was surrounding the now moving ferry boat and nodded a little.
"Sometimes, I dream of it… Floating down towards the bottom," she paused. "Sometimes I save myself, sometimes Derek saves me… And sometimes..."
"There'll always be someone to save you now, Grey," he reached over and placed his hand over hers. "Always."
And they sat there, hand on hand, at peace.
I could be stuck here for a thousand years,
Without your arms to drag me out
I'm putting my foot down. Who ever reads this and reads "Did We Really Make It Through?"... Comment on my new chapter there, please. Seriously. 11 reviews? Seriously. I know it's not right to be whining here. But... 11. Seriously. Seriously! Don't you guys like it anymore!?
Now about this fic... I love writing them both together like this. As friends. I might dedicate my whole life just writing this from now on... -ahem-.
Now show me some lovin'.