Yay! Part three! I have been LOVING you guys for all the feedback! Sorry this one is short again. I promise that a longer one is coming. Especially since some of the prompts aren't so...well...gay.

003. Sunrise

Sunrise in Seattle was something that Mark Sloan never got use to. It was simply stunning. Or maybe it was simply stunning that Mark Sloan was up early enough to see the sunrise. As he stood at the window of his apartment, Mark could almost literally feel his head spinning. There were parts of the night before that he couldn't remember. Either he couldn't remember them or his brain was repressing the memories. Either way, he couldn't remember, and that made things a bit easier on him. It gave Mark a feeling of content that came with forgetting everything. Maybe if he just played it cool, things would blow over. Let things that he said just disappear into the back of his mind. Not that Derek would let it go, but at least Mark could feel a little more comfortable with it. Of course, that didn't make Mark feel any better about what he had to face later in the day. And it defiantly didn't make it any less daunting; just more comfortable.

The last thing that Mark could remember telling Derek was that he was "lusting after" another guy. And of course that the lust purely was spawned from being too tired and over-worked. Everything after that was nothing but a blur of color and sounds. Not to mention bad taste. Except for yelling at Derek. That was the strange thing about the night. Usually Derek drove Mark home, dumped him in his bed and left. Sometimes Derek would crash on Mark's couch, but that was a rarity now that Meredith was in the picture. It was rare for Derek to spend time with him any more. Derek was the only person that Mark had in his life. Through everything, Derek was there for him. And although they had their issues when Addison got between them, they were better. They were friends again. But, for all Mark knew, he had messed it up last night...Again. He couldn't even remember what happened last night. So, knowing Mark and his fat-mouth (which usually spewed sexual invitations whenever possible) he had confessed his feelings to Derek.

Sitting there watching the sun rise over Seattle was driving Mark insane, no matter how beautiful it was. He needed to clear things up. He needed to make sure that his one last remaining friendship was intact. He needed to make sure that Mark didn't blurt out anything about how 'cute' Derek looked when he pouted or how Derek's McDreamy look didn't just effect the girls. Sighing, Mark stood up and went to go get dressed. He didn't know what he was going to do yet, but it wasn't going to be sitting around his empty apartment only to be lost in his own thoughts.

Since it was his day off, Mark decided against the hospital. He could only deal with so much drama at one time. And currently, it was dealing with Derek. So, without really realizing what he was doing, Mark set off in the direction of Derek's trailer. Sure, showing up on Derek's door-step might seem a little desperate, but Mark had to know. He needed to know that he didn't screw everything up. That he didn't mess up the one thing that he still had in this world. So he drove. Drove out of Seattle and into the middle of no-where.

Once he pulled up to Derek's house, Mark could feel unease set in again. It was only a few minutes after seven in the morning. Probably not near enough time for either one of them to sleep off the alcohol, but Mark couldn't wait. He needed to know just how messed up his relationship was. How messed up he had made it. Getting out of the car, Mark walked up to Derek's trailer and knocked on the door. He stood their waiting for a few seconds, but in those few seconds a constant stream of thoughts kept floating through his head, including the idea of running back to the car and driving away.

"Mark, what the hell are you doing here? It's a quarter after seven..." a very groggy-looking Derek asked.

"What happened last night?" Mark asked.

"You got drunk and I drove you home," Derek replied, confused about what Mark was asking.

"Did I tell you?"

"About what?"

"Who it is that I'm 'lusting after' as you call it."

"No you got pissed off and threatened not only to sleep in the on-call room but to also hurt me."

After a moment, what Derek said set into his brain. Mark nodded and sighed. "Good. That's good."

"How is you threatening me good?"

"Because it means that I haven't tolled messed this one up yet!" Mark said, angered.

"This one what?"

"This one friendship!"