Rogue: Thanks for all the positive reviews, guys. I would probably write this even if I didn't get positive feedback, but you motivate me to keep going and write faster. As a heads up I have a ton of tests on Friday so I'm probably not going to be able to pull of a two-chapter day tomorrow. I'm not even sure if I'll be able to get up one chapter. Just a heads up, try not to worry.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Grey's Anatomy or any of its characters. I do, however, own a pair of scrub pants that I'm wearing right now. But you didn't need to know that.

She was dating. Again. Meredith Grey was officially dating. To be more specific, Meredith Grey was officially dating a married man. She was dating a married man while sleeping with said married man's ex-best friend. And as of now she was okay with that. Though it was very strange to spend a night out with Derek and then come home to snuggle up in her bed alone, Meredith had to admit not having to look good for the rest of the night was terribly inviting. And besides, her head was very full about now. Her night with Derek might have been wonderful, but there was a message on her answering machine.

Meredith had no doubt in her mind that the message was from a certain plastic surgeon, but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to listen to it. There was something about Mark, about his smile, his eyes, and even his voice, that made her terribly vulnerable. Not that it was so much of a bad thing, but Meredith had taken a vow of celibacy today. If she went to see Mark tonight, she knew that vow would be broken, and Izzie would be out another fifty bucks. Still, though, curiosity killed the cat. Curiosity also led to irrational relationships with your (ex?) boyfriend's ex-best friend.

Rolling over and jamming the button with her middle finger, Meredith flopped back onto her bed. It was so soft, so inviting, and quite frankly with no one there to hog the blankets it was very warm. Her eyes began to droop. It wasn't even that late, barely passed midnight, but being an intern you worked your ass off all of the fifteen hours you were at that hospital, be it surgically or otherwise. When Mark's voice filled the room, Meredith's eyes snapped open. God, even his voice made her heart speed up. Did Derek's voice do that, too?

"Hey, Meredith. I was just calling to see what you were up to tonight. I was gonna make good on my promise, but I guess I missed you. Hopefully you're not out with Derek." A laugh. A pause. Meredith inhaled deeply. "But if I find out you are I'll just pay Addie a visit. I know how you'd like that. Anyway, if you get this give me a call. Though, by the time you get this I'll probably be totally drunk and unable to fulfill that promise. Tomorrow for sure, okay?" Meredith had never been so relieved to hear that end of message beep. She was also never more angry that a guy had called her right after a date. Well, normally after her dates she was with the guy in bed, so this was a rare occasion. But still, Derek never did this sort of thing.

"Meredith, it's Derek. I was just calling to make sure you got home okay." He laughed. Meredith felt herself shiver slightly. Apparently Derek's voice did make her all giddy inside. "Okay, so I was calling because I'm sitting outside your house in my car waiting to see if you'll come back and take me inside. I guess you're tired, though. If you don't answer I'll probably just go home, but it's kind of weird to take you out and not have anything after. I guess I'll just have to go home to my wife." Silence. Then a hurried correction, "My soon-to-be-ex-wife. Anyway, see you tomorrow. Bye." By this point Meredith had buried her head within the depths of her pillow.

This was a very complicated situation. She had two great guys. Both guys were nice in their own ways. Derek had this sort of adorable boyish sweetness to him even if he had some of the best sex she'd ever had. But besides the sex, Derek had also given her some of the best advice she'd ever gotten from a guy. Derek wasn't just a pretty face; he had a brain behind that smile. Mark was just what every girl wanted in high school. He was the bad boy, he was the rebel, he was the guy who slept with other guys' girls. He was the bad boy, and Meredith always had a soft spot for bad boys. And Mark was just about as bad as you could go within the walls of Seattle Grace Hospital.

All Meredith wanted to do was get a rejuvenating night's sleep. Unfortunately her mind had other plans for her. For nearly an hour she tossed and turned, trying to get into a comfortable position. When she finally found one and closed her eyes she was startled to see Derek's head floating in her vision. Springing to a seated position, she glanced about, as if expecting Derek to be standing in her bedroom. He obviously wasn't. Pulling the blankets around her Meredith flopped back onto her side and let sleep overtake her. Out of the darkness Mark's face was staring at her, that stupid grin planted on his face. Her eyes snapped open and she swung her legs over the side of the bed. When things like this happened there was only one thing to do.

She barged right into George's room without knocking. He was lying in the middle of his bed with the pillow over his head while Izzie droned on about how she knew what she did for Denny was wrong but how she was getting no experience replacing bedpans. And apparently therapy was not helping at all. "I mean is staring at ink blots and playing word association games really going to help me? Seriously." Both looked up when Meredith entered but simply moved over to the side so she could crawl into bed alongside them. A light grin was playing across Izzie's face. "Do you think if I said 'Denny' or 'heart' after every ink blot picture I might get sent down to Psyche? Maybe I could steal a case there..."

Meredith groaned into her arms, which were currently crossed over her face. Izzie stopped her ranting and rested her weight on her elbow, lying on her side and staring over George at Meredith. "Good night with Shepherd?" George made a very prominent gagging noise before rolling over. He was now on his back and perfectly awake. Meredith and Izzie exchanged glances. Maybe waking George up and dumping all over him wasn't the answer to all problems. After a moment of silence George got irritated and turned his head to the left so he was eye to eye with Meredith.

"Are you going to tell us or just leave us hanging in suspense?" Izzie gave a light smile as Meredith began talking. Somehow, listening to other people's problems, especially Meredith's, always seemed to make hers seem so unimportant, or at least easier to handle.

"Yeah, I guess you could say it was a good night. We went out to dinner and talked...about things." Simultaneously George and Izzie turned their heads in her direction and mouthed 'things?' "He says after he talks to Addison tomorrow he'll talk to the attorneys to get the divorce finalized." Three sighs filled the room. Meredith propped herself up on her elbow and arched a brow, awaiting thoughts on this.

"That's it?" George mumbled, annoyed. "You woke me up to tell me that the divorce that was supposed to be finalized this week actually is going to be finalized this week? Wow, and here I was waiting for some juicy sex details." He then pushed back against the headboard, eyes snapped his eyes closed, though Meredith could still see him squinting at her from behind his eyelids.

"You sure he's good for it this time?" Izzie murmured slowly. "Last time this didn't exactly go well, did it?"

Meredith breathed deeply. "I'm not sure about anything anymore, Iz. There's more if you want to listen, George." She jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow. His eyes darted open and he glared at her, obviously disgruntled that his light sleep had been interrupted.

"Juicy details?" He asked in a girlish tone.

"We did not have sex! I took a vow of celibacy, remember?" George and Izzie shared a glance. Meredith ignored their incoherent murmurs. "Anyway, after Derek brings me home and says goodnight," there was a hacking interruption from George that sounded oddly like 'kissing' and a high-pitched 'awe' from Izzie. Meredith rolled her eyes and waved them off. "That's not what I want to talk about. Mark left a message on my answering machine. He wanted to..." She stared at George who was fighting back laughter.

"He wanted hot sex, didn't he?"

"He wanted...sober sex." The three burst into laughter in unison, though the other two continued for at least thirty seconds after Meredith had stopped. George was laughing at least a full minute after Izzie had stopped. They both elbowed him and he faded off slightly, now speaking through bouts of laughter.

"I'm sorry. It's just really late and I'm tired and I could totally hear Sloan's voice saying 'Hey, Meredith, I was bored and Addison isn't around so how about some sex?'" Izzie bit her lip to keep herself from joining in on George's second laughing fit. Meredith pulled the pillow out from under her head and smacked him over the head with it. George simply rolled over onto his back, one pillow underneath him and the other over his head. "Okay, go on."

"And after that message there's one from Derek." There was a dramatic gasp from Izzie and Meredith rolled her eyes. "He was sitting out in his car for twenty minutes waiting for me to come out and offer him sex. Then he said he was going to have to go home to his wife." She trailed off into nothingness, leaving room for them all to think.

"Wouldn't it be bad if Shepherd got back to his trailer and found Sloan in there with his wife?" Meredith stared at Izzie. George shivered with silent laughter.

"They both wanted the same thing," George's muffled voice was heard. "They might not be best friends anymore but they're still really alike, aren't they?" Mark and Derek were more alike then Izzie and George knew. That was the entire problem. Meredith had to decide between two guys that she really liked. The parts of them that were different were cute and adorable. It was the parts of them that were the same, sex preferences, attraction to more then one woman at once, cockiness that annoyed her. So what it really came down to was which of their differences did she like better? She had no idea. She kind of liked both of their differences. If Meredith could splice Derek and Mark into one guy and get rid of all the bad parts well she'd have the perfect man.

"I just don't really know what to do. I've fought so long to get Derek to pick me and choose me again. It seems stupid to just throw it all away." She paused, sighing heavily. She pulled at a stray piece of hair before going on. "But Mark was there after Derek hurt me. He was there to hold me and comfort me...He makes me feel good." Meredith folded her arms behind her head and shook her head slowly. "I'm really indecisive. What would you do if you were me?"

Meredith got no answer. "Izzie?" George's heavy snoring answered her. She gave a dull chuckle, looking over George to see Izzie, fast asleep and completely covered by the blankets. George had no covers. She was halfway draped with his comforter. "When I was thinking about a threesome in my near future, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind..."

GA

Meredith offered a wide yawn. She was in the middle of a seminar on the importance of selecting the right surgical tools. She's signed up for this thing mainly because she needed to sit at a table with a cup of coffee and wake up for four hours. Meredith didn't bargain that the speaker would be one hundred years old and make her even more tired then when she walked in. She also didn't think this would be so boring that her thoughts could wander, mainly to the two men she was supposedly seeing, and so boring that she couldn't fall asleep if she tried. The speaker's voice was so monotone and dry it rang in her ears, making her suffer in silence.

When the clock struck twelve signaling lunchtime Meredith had to fight the urge not to cheer. She was the first to escape from the crowded room of interns. None of her friends had sat in on that particular seminar, probably because they all knew it was so boring it could drive you insane. She was so happy to be out of that room she didn't care that the others were spread out across the hospital, assigned on other cases. Alex had gone with Webber to retrieve a transplant organ, Cristina was probably trying to reconcile with Burke before his valve replacement, George was helping Addison birth a baby, and Izzie was...most likely in the Psyche ward for pointing out that the ink blob that looked like a star reminded her of Denny's eyes.

It didn't really matter to Meredith. She was perfectly content with getting something from the vending machine and camping out in Really Old Guy's room alone. Maybe there, with the TV on, she could evade her thoughts about Derek and Mark. But first she needed to refill her coffee cup. There was no way in hell she would be able to get through the rest of the day without more caffeine.

Making a sharp turn at the nearest hallway, she found herself at the elevator. Mark was standing there. He looked at her. She conveniently looked away. Meredith cast a chancing gaze at him. He was looking at his watch. The doors of the elevator zoomed open and she entered, Mark right behind her. "Not again," she whined in annoyance. "Why can't we do this somewhere else?" He had appeared behind her, resting his chin on her shoulder and whispering into her ear.

"Next time I have a surgery scheduled I'll make sure the OR's empty. We can make out in the middle of a liposuction. How's that sound?" His voice faded off into a satisfied sort of purr as she moved her hand to brush against his cheek.

"Which OR?"

"The one with the gallery. We wouldn't want to deny the hospital the show they've all been waiting to see, right?" He repositioned himself so he was in front of her now and rested his forehead against hers. Meredith hoped he wouldn't press his body up against hers; then he might just feel how rapidly her heart was beating about now. Mark pecked her cheek and pulled back, that mischievous glint in his eyes once more. "I'd be sure to get the Shepherds' front row seats." Even though she didn't want Derek to know about them, and even though she knew he didn't want Addison to know about them, Meredith laughed along with him.

"All right. But if you want to charge I suggest you start selling tickets soon." She placed a kiss on his collarbone, then ran in a chain of kissed up his neck, teasingly she kissed his cheek and pulled back. "Because if you don't Cristina and Izzie will jump on this. I bet they'd make a fortune." Meredith noted the frown gracing his features and moved in, giving him a heated kiss on the lips. Their tongues intertwined, as if fighting for the right to enter the other mouth. As their tongues struggled so did they, trading positions until Meredith was backed against the keypad. Mark easily flipped it so he was against the wall and pulled at the 'emergency stop' knob. He pulled away, a seductive sort of nod of his head asking her a question.

"Mark," she stated calmly, even as he began pressing his lips to her neck. "We are not doing this here. When we do it, I want it to be somewhere special." It was getting steadily harder for her to focus on what she was saying with Mark nibbling at her ear and nuzzling her cheek. She swatted him away in mock irritation before finishing, "Or at least not in the elevator. If we do it in the elevator, every time I think about it I'll end up thinking about Mc- Derek." He quickly pulled the knob again and the elevator began moving. Mark cast her a wary glance, expression clearly showing his disappointment.

"Does this mean we can't make out anywhere you and Derek made out?" He paused, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "I kind of wanted to try out the on-call room thing myself..." Meredith opened her mouth to respond just as the elevator doors opened and he exited, a playful smirk on his face. "I guess that's okay. There's plenty of hidden corners of this hospital you and Derek haven't found. The roof for instance?" Her eyes widened and his smile grew.

"Mark. Mark!" The doors slid closed before she had a chance to agree or disagree to this. Meredith gave a frustrated sigh, leaning against the wall and staring at the ceiling. She should probably figure out what she wanted to do and fast. Mark might not have cared if she was sleeping with Derek but Derek definitely cared if she was sleeping with Mark. So, if she was going to pick Derek that habit of making out with Mark whenever they were alone would have to stop. If she chose Mark...well his little ritual of making out and/or having sex with Addison Shepherd had better stop. Or else he'd have to answer to Cristina. And these days Cristina wasn't her normal, cynical self. She would literally kick his ass, which would actually be an entertaining sight.

Stepping out of the elevator she headed for the nearest longue. This place had the best coffee in her opinion. There was just the slight drawback that Derek always seemed to be hanging out around here whenever Meredith happened to appear. This time was no different. As she entered the room, she heard Derek's voice, not his usual calm, steady voice but a broken, angry voice. "You slept with Mark?"

Oh, God. Meredith shut her eyes quickly. This was not happening. She was imagining it. No, he was still talking. "I can't believe you slept with someone else again. I can't believe you slept with Mark." Just start apologizing and crying, Meredith thought wildly. No, play it dumb. No, that wouldn't work.

"Jesus, Derek, I'm sorry. It was only supposed to be a one-night thing. I didn't mean for it to end up like this..." Silence answered her. Meredith bit her lip and opened her eyes slowly. Derek was staring at her open-mouthed. Across the room Addison was wearing an outraged look. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry Addison." She wasn't sorry to her. Not really, but it just seemed like the right thing to do. "I-"

"You slept with Mark?" Derek stared from one to the other incredulously. "Sometimes I wonder why you two aren't friends. You seem to have the same taste in men."

"Mark slept with you?" Addison managed, voice shaking slightly. Meredith closed her eyes again. Maybe if she focused hard enough this would all disappear and she'd wake up sitting at the table in her seminar. Maybe she was asleep and none of this was even happening. Yeah, it was all a dream. That was it.

"You guys talking about me?" Mark. Correction, this was not a dream. This was a nightmare.