The next day…

She woke up early the next morning. Slipping out of bed, she managed to get out of bed without waking Christina. She grabbed her robe to cover her panties and camisole before walking out. She walked into the kitchen to find it empty. Deciding to make breakfast for herself and Christina, she got out eggs and bacon. Eggs and bacon were about the only thing she or Christina knew how to make for breakfast, so back in California they practically lived off it and coffee in the morning.

The lack of noise was starting to get to her. She flipped on the radio and found an acceptable station before going back to cooking. As a new song came on, she without a thought started to dance. Slowly the dance progressed into something more. And eventually she was jumping around, twisting her body about, and singing into the spatula.

Somebody clear their throat and began to laugh. Her head shot up and she stopped to look at him. Her cheeks flashed red quickly, but she giggled none the less.

"You… weren't supposed to see that." She said.

"You didn't tell me that you were such a… good singer and dancer."

She laughed. "Not one of my finer traits."

Mark walked into the kitchen further and sat down in one of the barstools. "Are you making me breakfast?"

"No. I'm making me and Christina breakfast. Why would I make you breakfast?"

"I thought we were friends now."

"We are far from friends." She laughed.

"Why can't we be friends?"

"Cause before yesterday, you hated me. Your friends hate me. My person hate you and your friends. And because you want to be friends because you feel sorry for me and bad that you and your friends made little Meri cry." She let out a sigh. "We could never be friends."

"Something a little more than acquaintances?" She shook her head. "Someone we can talk to?" She shook her head but continued to smile. "Nothing?"

She looked at him giving him a soft smile. "Nothing."

She grabbed two plates and set one down in front of him before picking up the third and walking out.

He let out a sigh. He would never admit this to her or to his friends, but he enjoyed their conversation more than he thought he would. He was always the kind of guy who would come home from a date with one condom less than when he left. As soon as a girl got clingy or wanted to 'talk' he'd dump them. He wasn't sure why, but Meredith intrigued him. He wanted to know her.

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"So your name is Christina?" Preston said as Christina walked into the kitchen.

"Yeah…" She looked at him oddly before walking to the fridge.

"You go to Stanford?"

"Why do you care?"

"I'm just… curious."

She rolled her eyes grabbing a soda before walking towards the door. "Yeah, I go to Stanford."

With that she walked out.

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Alright. I know it was short, but you can see the a little MerMark and BurkeChristina interaction.