So, I don't know an awful lot about medecin, I don't know anything at all, I'm a language student… So, you know, I google, search some names of medical procedures, and put them in the fic… Hope you guys enjoy. I really would love some more reviews! You will find out what Mark did, but I'll give you one little hint: it has nothing to do with Addison. (that's a relief, isn't it) I also discovered that I was writing Christina instead of Cristina, so from this chapter on, I've changed it.

"Be nice." Addison whispered to her husband.

Derek put on a big smile. "Mark, hi, what are you doing here?"

"I work here."

"Really, I had no clue." Derek said, with a little sarcastic undertone.

Addison knew when it was time for her to save the day. She gave him kiss on the cheek. "Mark, we haven't seen you in…"

"Five years" He finished her sentence.

"I presume you are Lucy." Mark held out his hand to the little girl, but her shyness made her hide behind her mother again. He smiled. "We'll meet later then."

"She's shy." Addison defended her daughter. Mark just put on his most charming smile.

"So what brings two New York socialites to Seattle? The rain?"

"Richard gave us an offer we couldn't refuse." Addison answered. Derek kept silent, debating what he should do, or say, it had been five years after all.

"So the rumours are true."

Derek frowned. "What rumours?"

"That you guys are moving here. Nurses talk, you know." He said with a grin on his face.

"I have a feeling that's not all you do with the nurses." Derek said, still smiling.

Addison sighed, was he really going to do this, again?

Mark couldn't help it, he'd missed Derek and he'd missed his comments about his "relations" with women, he grinned.

"Dr. Sloan!" Mark turned around.

"Dr Stevens, Dr Karev how can I help you?"

"We have a patient with a failed phalloplasty." Alex answered.

Mark couldn't help but smile, this was going to be an interesting case.

"A failed phalloplasty?" Derek asked.

"She, euh, he went to a quack." Izzie explained.

"I should probably go check that out. We'll talk later?"

Derek nodded as he watched his old friend follow the two interns.

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The elevator doors opened.

"What do you make of them?" Meredith asked George as they stepped in.

"Of who?"

Meredith rolled her eyes, he knew very well what she was talking about. "The McPerfects." She said, reluctantly.

"She's McHot." He answered truthfully. It was a fact neither of them couldn't deny.

"He's McHot." She added. George shrugged his shoulders.

"Cristina doesn't believe that they can be that McPerfect."

"Cristina has too much bottled up rage inside of her."

"Do you think it's possible? To have both the job and the family?"

"I hope so, Meredith, I hope so." George sighed and looked at his friend.

"You're probably right. It's just my dark and twisty side talking."

George grinned. "You just need to believe that sometimes relationships do work out."

Meredith snorted. "You know how hard that is for me? My mother chased my dad away because she had a relationship with our Chief, for god's sake."

The doors opened.

"Chief, Dr Shepherd, Dr Montgomery-Shepherd. Hi." Meredith said silently

"Grey, O'Malley." Richard shook his head briefly to the two interns. The two new attendings smiled at them.

George bit his lips, if he laughed now, it would be very difficult to explain.

"Something funny O'Malley?" So the Chief had noticed.

"No sir. Nothing at all. Is this the fifth floor, Meredith, we should get off." Meredith followed her friend out of the elevator, before things really got out of hand.

"I wonder what that was all about." Addison mused.

"Judging by their quick escape to the stairs, it was about us." Derek told his wife.

Richard just shook his head. "There's something with my staff and these elevators."

The Shepherds frowned.

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"Dr. Stevens?"

"Patient with infection of the genitalia after a failed and fake, what we assume to be, phalloplastic surgery."

"She puts it's so nicely, doesn't she?" Mark said with his charming smile to the patient.

"You still have dirty in your eyes." Alex whispered in Izzie's ear.

"You're annoying."

Mark lifted the patient's sheet. "Ow. That must hurt."

"It does. Can you do something about it?"

Mark bent over to take a closer look.

His two interns did the best they could in keeping straight faces, but it proved to be quite a difficult assignment.

"I'm afraid we're going to have to cut it all away John, that's one bad infection you've got there."

John's smile, the one he'd put up ever since he'd gotten to the hospital, had suddenly disappeared.

"Don't worry, I'm one of the best. We'll find a solution."

"You know, he reminds me of you." Izzie whispered back to Alex, who did get a big smile on his face. "Full of himself."

"I don't care, Izzie Stevens, you want me." She got back as an answer.

"Karev, Stevens, stop flirting and tell our patient how a real phalloplasty procedure is executed."

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"Burke wants me to move in with him."

Meredith was staring at the board. "Do you think Bailey would allow me to scrub in on that Esophagectomy?"

"Meredith, have you not heard me? My McBoyfriend, the world-renowned heart surgeon has asked him to move in with me."

Meredith turned her head. "Sorry, I was somewhere else."

"Yeah. So, what should I do, I mean. Do I actually move in with him?"

Meredith shrugged. "You know, I really shouldn't give you advice on this." Cristina looked at her friend in shock. Was she serious? "I mean, my relationship track record is not something to boast about. Maybe you should ask Izzie, she knows more about this stuff."

"Meredith, no, you're my person, I'm not going to ask McModel. Now get a hold of yourself and tell me what to do."

Meredith wondered how they'd ever become friends. Cristina really seemed to be freaking out, she'd never seen her friend like this. "Well. I think you should move in with him."

"I hear doubt in your voice, why do I hear doubt in your voice?"

Meredith took her fellow intern by the shoulders. "I paused. You know what, I'm just going to say it again. You're practically living together anyway."

"Yes, but moving in together, that means it's…"

"A serious relationship?" Meredith frowned, Cristina had to be the weirdest woman she'd ever met.

"I'm scared."

"Have you told him that?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Well, maybe you should."

"I'm not listening to you, seriously, what do you know about relationships anyway?"

"I told you so."