Hey everyone! Sorry this took so long to update, but I have been soooo busy with school. Here's part four of the story. Hope you enjoy. Also, once again, sorry for it being so short.

004. Late

It was getting late. For the first time in a long time, the two "brothers" as they called themselves were able to sit down for a day and actually have a conversation. Or several conversations. But now it was getting late, and the beers had come out of the fridge. The two of them were starting to feel the effects of the first few beers that they had and their laughter was becoming louder and would be over the dumbest things they could think of. Some of it had to do with past memories about New York. Things that seemed too far away from the two of them. Another thing was Addison. The thing that pulled them apart.

But Mark and Derek were finally back to their past relationship. Sure, there was still tension between the two of them, but they were together. They were happy and they were together. Granted, they were drunk off their asses, but neither one of them seemed to care about that. It was just nice to be able to forget about things. It was nice to have a chance to just talk about things.

It was getting late though. And Mark would have to leave soon. He had work in the morning and he couldn't show up at the hospital with a hang over. Besides, at this point Mark was still sober enough to drive home...He thought. "I should leave," Mark said, standing up and almost falling over.

"I think you need to stay here. You can sleep on the couch," Derek said, pushing Mark back toward his chair.

"No really, I have to go. I have to work in the morning," Mark said, getting up and falling forward, almost on top of Derek. Mark's hands were on the arms of the lawn chair that Derek was sitting in. Color rushed to Mark's face as his brown eyes went to meet Derek's blue ones. Luckily, Derek took it for Mark being tipsy.

Derek chuckled a little as he looked at Mark. "All the more reason why you should stay here," Derek said.

Mark didn't reply. He just stood there, so close to Derek. Swallowing hard Mark looked down and bent forward, not really thinking. His lips met Derek's. For the first time in a long time, Mark kept his eyes opened through the kiss, searching Derek's face. Mark didn't know what happened. He just felt like it was the right thing to do. "I'm sorry..." Mark whispered, pulling away from Derek.

"I think you should go."