Disclaimer: I'm seriously gutted about not owning anything of Grey's itself, as I don't think the box-sets count...
Of Mark and Callie:
Mark loved her hair, her body, her voice. He especially loved her voice when she was saying "on call room now". It was probably the best thing he had ever had said to him. And then there were her personality traits. She was sexy, confident, powerful and assertive. There was a sort of thrill that came from being with someone who broke bones as part of their job. Not even Addie had that…
And yet, despite the blatant infatuation in Mark's eyes, Calliope Torres was the only female in Seattle Grace who ignored him. Mark wasn't used to it. Nobody ignored McSteamy. Even after a slight clearing of the throat on Mark's behalf, Callie didn't look up from where she was standing on the other side of the nurse's station. This wasn't normal. It made Mark feel inhuman. And he was sick of it.
He was sick of feeling like an outsider, sick of everyone treating him like a dirty mistress. So he liked a little fun. It was all consensual, but even then he was blamed. Most of all, though, he was sick of being the only one who couldn't be happy. First losing his best friend as he loved his wife, then losing her to him. His world fell apart then, and it had never quite been repaired. Ok, so he did get his best friend back, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't the same. He had lost him to the other founding member of the Dirty Mistress' Club, and it was Derek that Meredith was screwed up over. Crazy.
Mark missed the way things were before Derek was married. Just the two of them, having fun. Derek not having as much fun as Mark, granted, but still.
The only way he would get any of it back would be by taking action. But first things first. A bit of courage never did anyone any harm. Shame Mark's courage came in the form of sex, not scotch. So, in the most assertive manner he could achieve without cappuccino in his system, he caught up with Callie, who was walking away from the nurses station.
"Torres, have you forgotten everything that happened? Because it was good, what we had."
Callie sighed. This was why she preferred the way things were now. Men NEVER got the hint.
"Mark, what did we have? Casual sex, it means nothing. Besides, I'm with Erica now. But as I remember, correct me if I'm wrong, you were ecstatic about it."
That did it for Mark. Why did he even bother with them, Women, they didn't get anything. Mark made a pact in his head to re-set his sights. No more Callie. No more Nurses. No more hitting on the female residents. No more Addie. Perhaps those dreams had been trying to tell him something, a figment of his sub-conscious thoughts.
But one more time surely couldn't hurt.
"What we had, it was good. Admit it."
"Yeah. Mind-blowing."
"For old-times-"
"On call room."
Mark savoured the sound of those wonderful words. It was going to be the last time after all. He even enjoyed being manhandled towards the on-call room. All those memories would forever have a special place in his heart.
Despite his nostalgic mood, Mark was kind of excited for what might come of what he was going to chase. Who he was going to chase. After this, he would be free to love the one he really wanted. Derek.