A/N: This chapter uses scenes from Yesterday and Where the Boys Are.

A/N 2: Thank you to all of my reviewers. I live for your input. If you have a favorite scene please drop me a line, and let me know.

Chapter 3: Do Over:Mark

What would happen if we got one do over in life? What would we use it on? Where would we even begin?

Derek is taking space. What the hell does that mean? Meredith thought miserably as she stood to wait for the elevator. The elevator doors opened and there stood Mark McSteamy Sloan. Can this day get any worse? She thought. He actually had the audacity to stand there and look all McSteamy. I step onto the elevator, and glare at him.

"Rule number one, no flirting," I say as I begin to enumerate the rule using my fingers.

"I didn't realize that the DMC had rules Meredith," Mark said smugly. "I am the founding member so therefore I should get to set the rules."

Meredith interrupted him, pushing her petite hand against his chest. "If you and I are going to make this friendship thing work, there has to be some rules." She paused as she watched him slowly take in her words. "Rule number two no talking about Derek."

"Yeah like that's going to be a problem." He laughed sarcastically.

Meredith shot him a glare as she pressed on. "Rule number three, no McSteamy face.

He stared quizzically at her. "McSteamy face?"

"Yes, you know the face that you get that makes every woman want to tear your clothes off," She replied.

"Could you tell me the next time I am making that face, so maybe I can duplicate it," He asked earnestly.

Meredith laughed out loud at his question. It had been a long time since she laughed and it felt good. They both got off the elevator, and continued down the hall.

Their day went by in a whirlwind. They worked side by side for the better part of the day, and didn't fight once. They would each steal a side long glance at the other when they thought they wouldn't get caught. They had an interesting case that had Meredith thinking. It was a sexual reassignment case. The patient was a man, but wanted to become a woman. I saw Mark in a new light that day. It was almost like I was having an out of body experience. Mark was kind and gentle when he explained to our patient that he/she had breast cancer. He listened as the patient listed her reasons for wanting to surgery and he deftly performed said surgery with grace and skill.

We sat at Joe's bar after our shifts, both needing to escape for a while.

"I'm breaking rule number two," Meredith murmured as she slammed back her first shot of tequila.

"By all means," Mark replied waving a hand between them.

"Derek said he needed space," Meredith whispered. "That's why I was so upset in the elevator.

Mark suddenly understood everything. Derek is a fucking idiot He thought.

"Well Derek is a damn fool," He stated harshly. I may be an egotistical, self centered manwhore but I don't run, I don't hide, and I don't take space.

Mark paused and let his words sink in before continuing. "You are a smart, beautiful, sexy woman Meredith and any guy would kill to have you. This could just be a drink, or this could be more then just a drink. This could be an opportunity to start fresh." He placed his hand over hers. "Lets both start fresh Meredith. This could be a chance to wipe the slate clean, a chance to move on from Derek and Addison, a chance to move on with each other." His pager went off and he looked down at it. "I'll be back." Mark slid off his stool and walked away.

He left Meredith with a lot to think about. Mark was definitely not a bad guy. He was so unlike his manwhore persona. Starting fresh with him sounded very appealing to her. Meredith was so lost in her thoughts that she did not notice Derek sneak up behind her. He tapped her on the shoulder and she swung around to meet his eyes.

"Hi! I'm Derek Shepherd," He said extending his hand. Meredith looked at him with confusion, so he pushed on. "When we first met here we knew nothing about each other. There was no boss/intern conflict, no wife, no Finn, and no Mark." The mention of Marks name snapped Meredith out of the fog she had been in. She glanced up and saw Mark over Derek's shoulder. Mark gave her a nod and a small smile. In that moment she flashed back to moment two years ago, when Mark first arrived in town. Derek had punched him for flirting with her, and she was cleaning him up.

----Flashback-----

We're the Dirty Mistresses. Mark had said. It's funny that Derek walked in on Addison and me in the throes of lovemaking and he just walked away. Addison was his wife for eleven years and he walked away without a word and he catches me just talking to you and suddenly I'm making friends with the hospital floor.

----End of Flashback----

It was in that moment that Meredith decided she was tired of being a dirty mistress and wanted it to end.

"No Derek," She stated firmly as she rose from her bar stool. "You walked away. You picked Addison. After the prom, you said you needed space, and like a fool I gave it to you. No more! There are no more beginnings for us anymore Derek this is the end." Derek was shocked and couldn't even respond as she moved past him.

Meredith had not taken he eyes off Mark the entire time she was speaking to Derek. She paused, and stretched her hand out in an invitation for him to take it. Pick me, choose me, love me. She silently begged.

Mark took the three steps necessary to move past Derek and take Meredith's outstretched hand in his own. He gently pulled her to his side. They moved toward the door, both hopeful for a bright and shiny new beginning. Meredith paused at the door and looked back at the bar and Derek flirting with a leggy brunette at the end of the bar. She shook her head in disgust. Who is the manwhore now? she thought as she went through the door with Mark. Both of them were happy and secure with their new beginning.

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