First, on a note of the contest, one of you got really close to being right, but missed by one. The chapter titles where as follows:

1 – Coldplay

2 – Coldplay

3 – Lee Ann Womack

4 – Carolyn Dawn Johnson

5 – Backstreet Boys

Lizziebender, you were the closest! You only missed chapter 4! I know the title wasn't really fair since it belonged to two artists, so I'll try to make it up to you!

Bear with me in the beginning, I want you guys to get a picture….

Aftermath

Chapter 6: Jessie's Girl

Erica Wakefield wasn't what you'd call a patient woman. She'd been waiting for her luggage at baggage claim in Seattle International Airport for the last 20 minutes. By her watch, it was quarter after 4. If her luggage didn't make an appearance soon, she'd be late getting to Seattle Grace. She sighed and propped one 4" stiletto pointed toe brown boot clad foot up against the post she was leaning against.

5 minutes later, another round of luggage came around. She ran a hand through her stick straight shoulder length brown hair and pushed herself off the post and headed toward the carousel, hoping to grab her bag and get the hell out of dodge. She smoothed her hands down her jeans, attempting to rid them of invisible wrinkles. She pulled down the hem of her ribbed white tank top and straightened her fitted olive green jacket with the vintage tattoo design stitched on the back.

"Well well well. What do we have here! Talk about a fish out of water!" A voice to her left exclaimed. She exhaled loudly and groaned. Not him. Anyone but him. Drawing herself up to her full height (6'1 in the heels, 5'9 without), she turned to her left, her eyes narrowed. "Always happy to see me." The man said in response to her face. I thought I said 'not him' Didn't he get that message? "Mark." She replied, her voice completely void of any emotion. "Good to see you too." He told her with a stupid grin. "Bite me." She shot back nastily. "I would, but I can't. I'm in love." He replied, a ridiculous smile plastered to his face. She rolled her green/blue eyes toward the sky. "You must be joking." She responded at last. He shook his head. "That's why you're here." She assumed. The attractive man to her left said nothing.

She sighed heavily. She wasn't really all that surprised. This was, after all, what she did for a living. "Mark, believe me when I tell you that now is a bad time. Actually, it's a really really bad time. Not to mention the fact that she won't go back with you. She loves Derek and he's too afraid of failing to let this go." She warned. "She loves me. Besides, I hear Derek traded her for a newer model…. An intern." Mark told her. She said nothing, didn't even look the slightest bit surprised.

"You know already!" He exclaimed after a moment. Her face conveyed no emotion. "How… Who told you?" He demanded. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "Who do you think? Just because we're divorced doesn't mean we aren't friends." She replied. "So you talk to him regularly." Mark assessed. "Like I said, we're still friends." She retorted. "Doesn't that bother Addison?" He questioned. "She really can't say much, I mean, she's still talking to you." She slipped in slyly, hoping to catch him. It worked. "That's different. Derek doesn't know." He said confidently. She didn't say anything, just threw a smug smile his way. It took about 30 seconds for Mark to realize what he'd done. The smile faded from his face.

"You can't say anything!" He exclaimed. "And why not?" She challenged. "You're a psychologist, you can't share what people tell you, that violates the HPPA laws." He reminded her. "Hey, we aren't in my office. You're not my patient and you certainly didn't pay me $1,100 bucks." She shot back. His eyes widened considerably. "That's the going rate now huh?" He asked, temporarily side tracked by the sizable fee she commanded for an hour of her time. "Yep. And since none of the above apply to you, what you told me is fair game." She replied, a sly smile playing on her face. "But I'm above that." She went on, a look of relief washing over Mark's face. "Don't do something stupid Mark. I don't want to be the bearer of bad news, but I will be if I have to." She warned.

"Why are you here anyways?" He asked in a futile attempt to change the subject. She sighed loudly. "Psych consult at Seattle Grace." She dutifully replied. "So, you aren't here to get Derek back?" He pushed. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "That part of my life is over Mark. Has been for 12 years." She replied briskly as she grabbed her luggage off the carousel and strode away, not giving him a chance to respond and hoping to lose him. She didn't get more than 12 feet and he was beside her again. She groaned. He was silent for a long moment. "When did we stop being friends?" He asked softly. "When you started sleeping with Addison." She retorted coldly.

Her response was puzzling to say the least. "But you don't like Addison." He replied slowly. She nodded her agreement. Mark furrowed his brow, his face scrunched in concentration. After a moment, his eyes lit up. "Were you jealous of her and me?" He asked, a touch in incredulousness entering his voice. She scoffed at the very notion of the concept. All right so I was wrong… "Don't flatter yourself Mark. It upset me because it hurt Derek. You betrayed him. And, not to mention that it was just plain wrong. That is why I don't like you." She clarified.

Mark fell silent. "I guess, maybe it was payback." He offered at last. "Payback? For what?" She asked, confusion filling her voice. "Sleeping with Addison was payback. Or, at least, it started out that way. I wasn't counting on falling for her. It was payback for him being Dr. Perfect. He got the best woman and didn't even have to work to for her. He knew how I felt about you. I was the whole reason he even showed up at the grocery store that day." He exclaimed angrily.

She tried to wrap her mind around what he was saying. "Mark… What-What are you talking about?" She stammered out. "I worked at that grocery store. I watched you come in and out of it every week for over 2 months. I told Derek how beautiful you were… I told him exactly what you looked like, what your name was, where you went to school, that you never cooked! He knew everything. I told him that you always came in on Tuesday and that next time you came in, I was going to ask you out. I'm the one who told him to come in and check you out! But that was all he was supposed to do, he was just there to be my wing man. But I got scared… I chickened out. Next thing I know, he's in line in front of you, giving you his number, making you laugh…. He knew who you were long before you 'accidentally' bumped into each other." Mark finished.

Her jaw hung open in shock. She felt like her world had just been turned on its end. Nothing was as it seemed. Is he really telling the truth? Did Derek really know all along?To his credit, he did look like he actually felt bad about all of this. "I know that you didn't know any of this, and truth be told, he was a better match for you than I was. As much as I wanted to hate him for what he did, I always kind of understood…. Because it's…. Because it's you." Mark went on, his voice softer. She blinked, nodded, attempted to force words out of her mouth. Finally she made them come. "There's one thing I don't get. If you wanted to get back at him for being with me, why didn't you just go after me?" She asked quietly. "I never had a chance. You'd never in million years cheat on him, especially with me. And, as much as it just pains me to say this, because I hate that its true, but I had too much respect for him to try." Mark replied. "But you just got through telling me how he hurt you… How can you respect him too much to try something?" She asked. "Erica, do you know what he said to me when I asked him why he did that to me? He told me it was because all I did was sit around and wait for things to happen to me, that I never take chances. He said he knew that I wasn't going to ask you out, and so he did. And what pains me was that he was right. All I did was sit around and wait and I probably never would have asked you out. He stepped up when I should have. And, as much as I hate it, I had to respect him." Mark explained.

"You had too much respect to try anything with me, but how do you explain Addison?" She asked. "That… She was different. My play for Addison was my way of showing Derek that he wasn't the only one capable of stealing women from other men. At least that's how it began. I didn't count on falling for her. But he made it so easy. He was not the same man that he was when he was with you. They were a different couple. You and Derek, you guys were, you were it. The perfect couple. So perfect that nothing could come between you, except yourselves. And Addison, well we all know she doesn't hold a candle to you. Hell, knowing Derek's taste, I'm sure she doesn't hold a candle to the intern he's playing house with I always told Derek that he's only made 2 mistakes in his life. Letting you go and marrying Addison." He finished as he loaded his suitcase into a cab. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you." He said breezily as he climbed in and rode off, leaving her standing on the sidewalk, dumbfounded.

I had to keep Mark in the story! I like conflict, what can I say, I'm a realist and conflict is part of life! So I know this chapter wasn't Derek or Meredith or even Addison, but you've officially met Erica! Tell me what you think of her!