SGH, ON THE NEXT DAY
"There will be a general meeting at 11.30a.m today." Derek announced. "Do you have any ideas what the reason might be?" He sipped from his coffee, while he was walking through the corridor with Mark.
"I don't have a clue. The chief meets everybody," Mark commented.
"Yeah, we will see soon." Derek sipped his coffee again. He looked at Mark smirking. "You, аre in a very good mood this morning. You must have had a wild night, but If I remember well Dr. Stevens stayed at home last night. Oh, wait don't tell me you have screwеd up right from the beginning!"
"Оf course not. I've already told you how much I like Izzie and I wanna change my life," Mark explained.
Derek smiled, shaking his head. "When people say this do they really mean it?"
"I mean it!"
"I'm glad you really mean it," Derek cheerfully said.
"So Izzie has spent the whole evening at home, really?" Mark asked casually.
"Yep," Derek confirmed.
"Did she go to sleep early?" Mark wanted to know.
"Excuse me?!"
"I'm asking at what time Izzie went to sleep." Mark asked calmly.
"You don't think I cover her before sleeping, don't you?" Derek looked at his friend astonished.
"No, but I guess that after you live together in one house, what you could do at least is to observe some things," Mark looked around and whispered, "as for example, does she sleep naked?"
"Question you know you aren't going to get an answer to!"
"No...Actually I'm planning to find out that soon,"Mark smirked.
"You are right, you would have to find out on your own whatever about you are interested in Izzie. Don't think I will reveal to you any particulars of our happy life together!" Derek declared.
"Why not. You are my best friend and you live with my girlfriend you must tell me everything what Izzie does," Mark stated.
"Girlfriend?!" Derek raised his eyebrows astonishingly.
"Well, let's say future girlfriend," Mark corrected himself.
"I will not tell you anything, because it would mean betraying my sister."Derek expounded.
"Your sister?" Mark burst in laugh.
"Yep, I take Izzie like my sister or as if like Meredith's sister. We all are sisters in that house. Brothers and sisters!" Derek said confusedly.
Mark was watching him frowned.
"Uh...? Oh man, you have totally lost your mind living happily with all these women around you. You are lucky because I'm going to take one of them to help you!"
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All surgeons of SGH began to assemble before the conference room. They whispered between each other, giving different suggestions what the reason for that reunion was. Derek and Mark stood there too, talking with their colleagues when Izzie, Meredith and Cristina appeared. Izzie met Mark's eyes, but she immediately removed her gaze. Derek smirked and looked at his friend.
"You can stop staring now," he advised.
"What, huh?"
"I think you draw blank," Derek commented.
"It's not true. Just Izzie is very stubborn. I know she wants me, but she doesn't want to admit it. I will give her a time to realize how irresistible I'm," Mark sounded confident.
Derek raised his eyebrows doubly.
"You really believe in that, don't you" he noticed.
At that moment, Rose and another nurse passed by them, who threw dirty look to Mark.
"Do you see, I've never met a woman who could resist me...They can't resist my charm," Mark concluded.
"Oh." was all Derek could say. He tried hard not to laugh.
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"When do we go in? We still have a ten minutes," Meredith asked and glanced at her watch.
"I'm going in to find the best seat, where I could see well and where I would be seen. Why do I have the feeling, that this meeting would be interesting? " Saying that Cristina went ahead clearing a path insolently.
Meredith and Izzie shrugged their shoulders and followed Cristina.
"Mark didn't move his gaze from you," Meredith smiled while they were taking their seats chosen by Cristina.
"Where is he?" Izzie asked and looked around.
"I don't know I saw him while we were going inside," Meredith explained.
"Oh Meredith," Izzie sighed, "I feel like fallen in love schoolgirl. Whenever I see him my heart start beating wildly and immediately I blush like a rose,"
"I know I sound like you, but this is so real and beautiful sense. Why don't you just enjoy it?"
"It is, but I have made so many bad choices in my life even with people that couldn't compare with Mark Sloan's numerous broken hearts. I don't want to be just the next one in his life," Izzie apprehended.
"What I could see, I think he really likes you," Meredith assured her.
"I don't know Meredith. I saw him in a new light in the elevator, but I'm afraid that if I give myself to this thrill, it may turn out that I have made mistake again."
"Iz, if you want to know, you have to try. Better way is to do it even it is mistake, if you don't try now, you will regret it for the rest of your life." Meredith said philosophically.
"Last night when he kissed me in the locker room, I wanted to grab him and....Oh my God I have only dirty minds. See what Mark Sloan has done with me. He absolutely breaks me down...," Izzie complained.
Meredith replied, laughing.
"Ladies can we have а seat next to you?" Derek asked kindly.
"Sure," Meredith replied.
Izzie, Meredith and Cristina were sitting down together. There were two free seats next to Izzie and another free next to Cristina. Meredith was between them. Mark passed Cristina and Meredith and took a seat to Izzie. She made herself distracted and didn't pay attention to his presence. Derek still stand up was watching Cristina invitingly. He tried to show her by sight that they had to change their seats. Cristina concentrated hеr gaze to the rostrum and didn't observe his signs.
"Cristina," Meredith called her.
"What?"
Meredith gave her a hint to exchange with Derek.
Cristina scrunched her face.
"Do you know what? I will sick because of you. You guys are disgusting...All of you!", She exclaimed, while she was replacing her seat in demonstration. "It's not enough for you to run fingers over your bodies in elevators, on call rooms and now you are doing the same here," she protested.
Derek smiled and sat down next to Meredith.
"Do you have any idea why we are all here?" Meredith asked, trying to decrease the tension.
"No we are curious too," Derek replied.
Izzie made her best to look calm and behave naturally. She lost control in close proximity with Mark. He made the blood in her veins to boil. Izzie took a look at his hands, she felt her cheeks blushing, when she remembered what those hands were making with her. God, how badly she wanted him...and those hands.
Mark looked at her with the end of his eye.
"I like your smell...," he insinuated.
"You feel my perfume?" Izzie looked at him.
"I feel you!" Mark smirked giving her a dirty look. She rolled her eyes annoyingly.
"Ladies and Gentlemen may I have your attention please," Dr. Webber made a speech, "I have called that meeting this morning, because I would like to present you one man, who will work with us in the next few days. I'm honored to present you Dr. Michael Hudson."
"What?" Mark exclaimed and his countenance changed immediately.
"Is that a joke?" Derek was terrified too.
Meredith and Izzie exchanged curious glances. Everybody broke into applause.
"I cannot believe that I see that son of a bitch here," Mark turned to Derek.
"Me too!"
"Who is he?" Meredith asked.
"He is asshole!" Mark replied.
"The assholes in that hospital begin to multiply progressively," Izzie remarked, "I think he is not so bad," she added.
"Stevens your bad taste is not a secret for anyone," Mark snapped her.
"Yeah and you are the living proof for that," Izzie told.
"Hey you two, stop that!" Derek remarked.
"Colleagues, Dr. Hudson is one of the best general surgeons in our country, moreover he is occupied with research work. I'm very glad that we will be able to work together. I would like to ask you to reply to all his questions and to help him for his work. Now I'll let him to speak. Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Dr. Michael Hudson," Richard announced.
"What is that presentation? Richard is crazy to invite that bootlicker here," Mark was indignant.
"I can't believe I see him," Derek supported his friend.
"Where do you know him from?" Meredith asked.
"We have completed our medicine training together Mark , Addison, Michael and me. He didn't stop at nothing to achieve his end. He is a wretch person, and knows to whom to lick the feet just to be in the top. This bastard had tricked us so many times. For the sake of him Mark and I had hardly been kicked out of the program," Derek told.
"Dr. Webber has just said he is a good surgeon and he is interested in research work," Meredith said.
"I'm not saying he is not, but he always acts basely. Мichael has only one dream to be at the zenith of his carrier. He doesn't make any surgery to help the people, he is doing it to gain scores," Derek made clear.
"Dear colleagues," Michael Hudson turned to the audience. He was at the same age, like Mark and Derek, but in height he couldn't compare to them. Michael had a short of stature with fair hair and he had a youthful countenance, "First of all I would like to say many thanks to Dr. Webber for that he honored me inviting me in Seattle, where are working one of the best doctors and where the young interns and residents are trained in the best professional way. I'm going to stay here in about a week, because I'm working on my first medical book: "The medicine miracle or a reality." In that book I would like to write up all interesting cases in our practice. For me it would be a real pleasure to acquaint myself with your methods of working and your methods of teaching. I'm sure that most of you would take a well-deserved place among the pages in my book," Dr. Hudson concluded his speech.
"Shit, I'm going to be sick," Mark notified.
"Great!" Cristina thought otherwise, "Guess who will be the first that will take a well deserved place in that book," she informed with sparkle in her eyes.
Dr. Webber called Meredith, Izzie and Cristina when the meeting was over and they were coming out the conference room.
"Dr. Hudson, may I present you one of the best and promising residents in our hospital. They are Dr. Meredith Grey, Dr. Cristina Yang and Dr. Isobel Stevens," Richard said.
Derek and Mark joined them at that moment.
"Dr. Webber you remain me speechless," Michael said with an oily smile and extended his hand, "I'm very glad to meet you young beautiful ladies!"
The three girls evidently liked his kindness, because replied to him immediately with smiled faces.
"Welcome to Seattle, Dr. Hudson!" They greeted warmly.
"Dr. Hudson we are very happy to see you too," Mark interrupted with his cold tone.
"Hey boys, how long time passed since we haven't seen each other. You are the same bandits like the old times," Michael running around them happily. He gave to Mark and Derek a friendly tap on their shoulders.
"Yeah and you haven't changed at all. I see you still haven't grown up...," Mark commented his short stature, that really angered Richard. He cut into a conversation immediately.
"Dr. Hudson I have already presented you three of our residents."
"Oh yes and believe me I'm really impressed. If I didn't know that I'm in the hospital, I would think that I'm attending in beauty competition," Michael made a compliment to the girls but hearing that Mark and Derek made disgusting faces.
"Now I see why those sly dogs left New York and won't move from here," Michael grinned.
Before Mark and Derek could say something, Richard intervened.
"Dr. Stevens, I will ask you to show to Dr. Hudson the Clinic and to answer to all his questions." Richard ordered and after he turned to Michael, "When you see the Clinic I will wait for you in my office."
Michael smirked, looking at Izzie.
"For me would be a real pleasure to have such a guide. Dr. Stevens I'm impatient to see the Clinic, I heart that you are responsible for it. Congratulations!"
Michael and Izzie left.
"Why did you send him with Dr. Stevens ?" Mark asked sharply.
"Excuse me?" Richard looked at him.
"How you could remain her with that wretch?" Mark angered.
"Have you any problem with that?" Richard questioned severely.
Derek couldn't resist his artful smile and Meredith and Cristina dropped their eyes down.
"I know him. He will try to flirt with her," Mark bothered.
"Dr. Sloan, Dr. Hudson is here for working. I'm sure, that by contrast with you he considers his colleagues professionally," Richard emphasized and turned to leave.
Derek grabbed Mark's shoulder and whispered in his ear.
"Have you ever heard, that the jealousy is a vice?"
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Izzie showed Michael round the Clinic. He didn't save his big words to her. Dr. Hudson showered her with personal and professional compliments. Finally Izzie managed to disentangle from him and joined to Meredith and Cristina, which were walking through the corridor.
"Oh God, this man is a great asshole," Izzie specified.
"I think that McSteamy will bash him on the nose very soon," Meredith remarked.
"Why?" Izzie asked.
"Because of you. You should see his reaction, when the chief sent you together with Dr. Hudson in the Clinic, Mark went mad."
"Really?! You want to say that he was jealous," Izzie looked amazed.
"Definitely! 20 bucks that stupid fellow will leave this hospital in a wheelchair and the only case that he will write out in the book would be his own," Cristina giggled.
The thought that Mark Sloan was jealous of her made Izzie smiling contently. She headed to the nurse's station. Mark was there leaning his back on the desk. He was reading something. Mark lifted his head and his eyes slipped all over Izzie's body.
"Don't look at me in that way! I'm not naked!" She hissed.
"Actually you are ... in my mind!" He smirked at her obvious annoyance.
"And it would remain so, only in your imagination!" She said.
"No problem, I'm very imaginative! But for the record you are very naughty in my dreams. You do some things with me, which definitely I love. Also I could claim that I know your body, that gives me widely a field of activity. I really unleash my imagination...," Mark winked at her and left Izzie to watching after him. He was walking on the corridor with a dreamy smile on his face. God, that woman had really driven him crazy. Mark wanted her so badly, that he needed to grab her and.... In his entire body was raging so big fire, that Mark had a feeling he could burn with desire.
"Hey, where have you been lost. I can't see you at all." Callie interrupted his hot dreams about Izzie. She grabbed Mark by his arm.
"I'm here. How is it going with Erica?" Mark asked.
"What's going on with you? You look different." Callie observed ignoring his question.
"What do you mean?"
"Your countenance is different," she answered.
"Is that some trick to change the subject? I asked first," he reminded to her.
Callie sighed.
"About your question ...I don't know...It's strange. We have many interests in common, we could talk with hours, but...," Callie paused, "About the sex I feel odd and I think that sometimes I miss...," She stared at Mark's pants, "I miss that definitely!"
Mark grinned.
"That," Mark pointed at his manhood, "is a gift of God my dear. But the question is not only to have it and to know how to use it!" Mark expressed his competence.
"Oh definitely you know very well how to use it," Callie bit her lips seductively, "Erica will work this evening, what will you say if we have a drink after work." She offered.
"That's not a good idea," he refused.
"Have you already found substitute me?"
"What? What kind of question is that?" Mark wanted to know.
"Do you have sex with someone else?" Callie was specific.
"That...is not your business!" He informed.
"You should tell me!"
"I won't discuss that with you. And now please excuse me, but I have to speak with Yang," Mark finished the conversation and ran after Cristina, who was pushing wheelchair down the corridor. Callie stood in the middle of the corridor staring at Mark's back.
"Yeah, there is something..." she said to herself.
"Yang, I have to talk with you!" That did not sound as an appeal.
Cristina stopped walking and frowned.
"You want to talk with me?! Am I look, like a blond with big boobs, long sultry legs and great ass..."
"Apparently not... but exactly for someone with that looking we should talk about. It's... I wanted to ask you something. To do me a favour." Mark admitted.
"You want a favor from me?" She asked incredulously.
"Yes...and this is a special favor..." Mark said with a low voice.
"I don't make sexual favors!" Cristina declared.
"Don't speak nonsense. I want you to keep an eye on Izzie."
"Excuse me?!"
"I want you to keep an eye on Izzie," he repeated.
"Listen, I'm agree with that Barbie..."
"Barbie?!" Mark interrupted her, "Who the hell is Barbie?"
"Your sweet heart Izzie," Cristina replied, "it's true she behave like a teenage very often. You should see some of her underwear Hello Kitty, but...," Cristina started screaming, "Am I look, like a baby-sitter?! I'm a surgeon! I'm a resident! I'm a serious person... and I don't have any time to oversee babies. I'm not a nanny to no one!" Cristina shouted, beating with her forefingers Mark's chest. He was watching her, but he didn't dare to say anything. Cristina turned demonstratively and began to push the wheel chair.
"Wait! I don't want from you to become a baby sitter to Izzie, I just want to...," Mark paused, "To watch her."
"What?!" Cristina stopped walking again, "You want from me to spy my friend," Cristina was shocked.
"Don't take my words literally. I need your help. Look I really like Izzie, but she doesn't believe me. I don't accuse her, but I want the things between us to develop. For first time I'm in such a situation. I know how much Izzie values her friends and for that reason I permit to myself to talk with you. I don't want from you to do something wrong, I just need your help to gain her. I need someone to take the side of me."
Cristina was watching him frowned. She listened to him very attentively.
"I know you are a surgeon," Mark continued, "and if you help me, I could help to you too. Be sure that every good surgery would be for you. I could intercede with you before Hahn."
Hearing that, Cristina pricked up her ears.
"You would do that?!" She asked timidly.
"I will do it," Mark promised.
"You should start with that. What shall I do?"
The patient, who was an unwilling witness to their conversation turned a head to see Cristina.
"I think this is not fair...," he couldn't continue because Cristina ticked him off.
"In a few minutes your head will be in my hands so SHUT UP!"
The patient closed his mouth immediately and turned his head.
"l think there is nothing wrong about it, just keep an eye on her. That asshole Hudson would try to flirt with Izzie. I know she would never pay attention to him, because he is perfect idiot." Mark commented.
"If I were you, I haven't relied on that. Izzie is a softhearted person...," Cristina smirked.
"What? I will bash him on the nose, just to touch her," he warned.
"Oh yeah! Try to do it. I laid 20 bucks," Cristina looked satisfied, "Look I want to inform you that I agreed to help you not because of your good proposal, well it is a great motive, but it's not the reason. Izzie is my friend and I love her very much and she bakes the best muffins...She is that what people say the real friend is. She would do all for her friends without expecting someone to give the same back to her. Usually we don't give the same back to her. Do you know what a person Izzie is? She goes back at home tired, the refrigerator is empty we all are starving and the one who will go to make a shopping will be Izzie. Then she would prepare a marvelous dinner for everybody, that will be eaten immediately. Karev will belch and he will leave. Meredith and Derek will go to sleep and me, I would sneaking away before everybody, and Bambie...Bambie probably would help her to wash the dishes. In the morning Izzie will wake up everybody with that amazing smell of her muffins. In her day off she will clean the whole house, and would prepare the dinner again. Any time when one of us has a problem she pours you with her positivism, even sometimes to be so annoyingly. But this is Izzie...and she loves pink!"
Mark stood in silence, without missing one word, that Cristina said. She made a short pause and continued.
"I think she really likes you. I have never seen that smile on her face before. For Evil Spawn and for Bambie I would never lift my finger. But...for you I could do it, because I think that there is something special between you. I want to see her happy and if you are her bliss let it be! Nevertheless I warn you If you hurt or make her to suffer I will cut personally your manhood!" Cristina shook his finger.
Mark grinned.
"So we have a deal," he said.
"Yes we have a deal. Well I better get going. My professional life is calling me," Cristina and her patient went away. The patient timidly turned to face Cristina.
"That girl Izzie. She must be quite good!" He murmured.
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Miranda Bailey and Izzie Stevens came out of the room's patient.
"Can we operate under existing circumstances?" Izzie asked.
"Yes, but we have to consult with Dr. Sloan about the surgery. Go to find and explain to him the problem. To have a spare time to come and see Mr. Dixon," Miranda ordered.
"Me?"
Miranda gave her a fierce look.
"Stevens have you any problem with that to speak with Sloan?"
"No…No! I'm going now!" Izzie replied quickly.
Miranda looked at her suspiciously and handed her the chart.
"Now go!" Miranda shouted. Izzie did it.
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Mark Sloan, George O'Malley and Lexie Grey stood around a patient's bed.
"O'Malley you make a report!" Mark ordered.
"Debby Richards, age 25, in for breast augmentation. Due to hormonal problem," George made a short pause, "...her breasts... have stopped growing."
"Debby, we have to decide which would be the most suitable size for you and I need you to answer some questions for me and then I want to get some tests done before I take you up to surgery, " Mark explained.
"Dr. Sloan I just want to have breasts. All my life I have dreamed about that. Do you know what does it mean for one girl and then for one woman to look like a man. For so many years I have been staring at woman's necklines, I go to the bed and I wake up in the morning with that thought. I dream breasts every night. People think that there is something wrong with me, but I'm just a woman, who wants to have big and beautiful breasts." Debby admitted.
At that moment, the doorknob turned and Izzie Stevens strode into the room holding a patient chart in one hand and an envelope of x-rays in the other.
"Dr. Sloan can we talk for a moment. Me and Dr. Bailey have a problem with a patient and we need to consult with you," Izzie asked.
Debby Richards was fastening her eyes on Izzie's necklines.
"Good God, you have the most beautiful breasts, that I have ever seen!" Debby delighted.
Izzie stood stunned and turned to the patient.
"Excuse me?!"
Debby was looking intently at Izzie's breasts.
" I want to have the same breasts like hers," Debby announced.
All those presented inside the room were fixed their eyes at Izzie's neckline. She couldn't understand yet what happened.
"You are а very lucky woman! All my life I have dreamed to have breasts like yours! They are real, aren't they? It looks so perfect. Which is your size of bra? Can I touch them?"
Izzie terrified put the chart before her breasts, trying to hide them.
"You are right Debby. Dr. Stevens has really perfect breasts!" Mark smirked.
Izzie turned to him angrily.
"Great!! That means you have seen them and you could make for me the same like hers," Debby happily exclaimed.
Izzie's eyes opened widely, Mark grinned, Lexie and George dropped their eyes on the floor trying to look serious.
"Dr. Sloan, I have to talk with you now!" Izzie hissed and headed to the door. She angrily came out of the room. Mark turned to George and Lexie.
"I will be right back. You explain to Debby all particulars about the surgery!" Mark requested.
Mark came out of the room.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Izzie shouted.
"I'm doing consultancy with a patient before surgery," Mark replied calmly.
"Do you mock with me? To the most impudently way you discuss my breasts before a patient and colleagues. And you all are gazing at my boobs!"
"This is because you have great boobs!" Mark smiled, slipping his eye on Izzie's breasts.
Izzie put the chart before her again.
"Stop staring at me in that look?" Izzie screamed.
"How I'm staring at you?" He innocently asked.
"You know very well how! That you have seen me naked, doesn't give you the right to discuss parts of my body before the patients and colleagues. Before no one! I want you to respect me!" Izzie stated.
"I respect you!" Mark assured her.
Richard Webber passed near them. Frowned he approached them.
"Is there any problem?" He asked.
"No ,Sir!" Izzie lied.
"It seemed to me you had quarrel in the corridor," Richard insisted.
"No Chief, we have just small dissension with Dr. Stevens. Excuse me Chief, but a patient is waiting for me," Mark gave a wide smile to Izzie and entered the room.
"Is everything okay?" Richard turned to Izzie.
"Yes everything is all right. Excuse me Dr. Webber I have to go!"
Richard glanced at the room where Mark has entered then looked in the direction where Izzie has gone.
He sighed deeply, shaking his head.
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Derek and Meredith were talking with a patient near the nurse's station, when Izzie appeared. She banged the chart on the desk furiously. Derek and Meredith excused to the patient and turned to Izzie.
"Have you any problem?" He asked worried.
She looked at him.
"I have only one problem…," Izzie paused, "Mark Sloan!"
"I see," Derek smirked.
"I cannot stand him! Do you hear me? I hate him!" Izzie gesticulated with her hands.
"Do you believe her?" Derek asked Meredith.
"No!" Meredith smiled.
"Me too." Derek confirmed.
"Seriously?" Izzie put the hands on her waist.
"People says: Those who hate each other actually love each other," Derek explained.
"Where you have made that nonsense up. I don't love him, I hate him!" Izzie said firmly.
Derek and Meredith raised their eyebrows.
"What? Don't you believe me?"
"I don't know! You are not persuasive," Derek smirked.
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