Chapter 2

Mark strolled the hallways of Seattle Grace in desperate need to find Callie. After talking to Puck about what he was going to do, he decided to put his plan into action. Mark checked all of Callie's favorite spots, but came up empty handed. A grin appeared on his face as he spotted a familiar mane of raven hair leaning over the nurses' station. He strolled down the hall and came to stand next her.

"Hey gorgeous" he greeted with a smile. Callie turned at the sound of his voice and flashed him a smile.

"Hey"

Mark leaned against the desk as he watched Callie scribble a few notes on the chart she was working on.

"So, are you aware of the situation we have so graciously been pulled into?" Mark asked sarcastically.

Callie turned to face him with a confused look on her face. Mark sighed and slipped an arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him.

"Your niece and my nephew both decided to run away from Ohio to come to us for advice." Mark stated. Callie nodded her understanding, but not sure where Mark was going with all of this.

"I know this." She replied without looking up from her chart. Mark groaned and lay his forehead on her shoulder, she just wasn't getting it.

"Callie! We have to figure out a way to get them back together!" he exclaimed. Callie was a little taken aback by his eagerness.

She sighed, closed the chart shut and looked up at him, "Mark, do you see anything familiar about this situation?" she asked. Mark simply shook his head, "Mark! They are going through exactly what we went through!" she reminded him.

"What do you mean?" he asked, truly wondering what she meant. Callie glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest.

"What were before we were dating?"

Mark smirked, "Friends," he paused then added with a smirk, "Sexy friends" he wiggled his eyebrows in her direction.

Callie rolled her eyes and nodded, "What happened when we started to feel more for each other?" she asked, waiting for him to answer.

Mark hung is head in shame, "I got scared and ran the other direction" he said softly.

Callie nodded with a smirk on her face, "Then?"

"I got over my fear," he said proudly, "and charmed you with my dashing good looks and bad boy personality" Callie rolled her eyes and slapped his shoulder.

Callie scoffed, "You weren't that charming, Sloan" she stated.

"Oh yeah?" Mark asked as he moved closer to her. He slipped his hand over her ass and gave it a nice squeeze.

"Mhm" Callie replied trying to keep her breathing stabilized as Mark pressed his lips to her ear. She looked around them and found herself met with the eyes of many nurses that were openly staring at the couple.

Mark noticed the flush that had grown over her cheeks and enjoyed how much of an effect he had on her, "Are you sure about that Calliope?" he huskily asked in her ear, "Because I'm pretty sure you thoroughly enjoyed yourself that night" his tongue darted and he took her lobe into his mouth gently sucking it, "All four times." Callie fought hard to bite back a groan that had built up at the back of her throat.

She released a shaky breath as Mark moved his lips to the sweet spot behind her ear, that he knew got her all hot and bothered. Sighing in defeat, Callie turned and wordlessly grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall to the nearest on-call room. Finally finding an empty one, she pushed open the door and tugged Mark in by the collar of his scrubs. Mark grinned as Callie crushed her lips to his and expertly undid the tie on his scrub pants. He laughed against her lips as she moved to the hem of his shirt and urged him to take it off.

"In a rush, Torres?" he asked teasingly. Callie pulled her shirt over head and removed her pants. She walked toward him with a wicked smile on her face.

"Shut up and get naked" she demanded and jumped into his arms.

Santana looked up from her magazine when she heard a knock on the front door. She tilted her head and tried to figure out who could be knocking on her aunts door. When she heard the knocking again, she dropped the magazine, stood from the couch and made her way to the door. After turning the locks, she was not so surprised to see Noah Puckerman at the front door.

She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed, "What the hell are you doing here, Puck?" she asked, irritation evident in her voice.

Puckerman shoved his hands in his pockets and looked up at her, "I thought..." he trailed off, "look, Santana, we have a lot of shit to work out, okay? I wanted to know if you wanted to go grab a bite to eat." he said defiantly.

Resigning to herself, Santana pursed her lips and nodded, "Fine, let me just grab my purse." She turned back to the apartment and grabbed her bag, then scribbled a note to her aunt letting her know where she'd be. Grabbing her coat off the hook, she closed the door and followed Puck out of the building.

Once the pair was outside the apartment, they realized they had no idea where they were going.

Santana turned to Puck and asked, "Where the hell are we gonna go? We aren't even from here!"

Realizing that she was right, Puck thought for a second before answering, "We could go to the hospital and eat in the cafeteria," he suggested, "My uncle said it wasn't the greatest, but if I got hungry, I could just walk across the street and eat there"

Santana shrugged and followed Puck toward Seattle Grace Hospital.

The pair strolled into the hospital and took in their surroundings. Everything was so busy, doctors were rushing around everywhere. They watched as everyone moved around at the such a fast pace that they couldn't even stop anyone to ask where the cafeteria was. Finally, they noticed a tall, blonde that was making her way across the catwalk. Puck reached out his hand and stopped the blonde in her tracks.

"I'm sorry, but could you show us the way to the cafeteria?" he asked. The unknown blonde woman in light blue scrubs tilted her head and admired the young teenagers.

"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed in an all too perky voice, at least Santana thought so, "You walk right down this hallway and turn right" she gestured down the hall, "and your there" she finished with a smile.

Puck smiled, "Thank you Dr..." he trailed off

"Stevens" she finished.

"Well, Thank you for your help Dr. Stevens" he and Santana walked down the hall and followed the woman's directions. Izzie Stevens stood watching as the young, appearing to be a couple, walked down the hallway. She couldn't help but think that those two reminded her of two other people that walked these very halls.

45 minutes later, Mark and Callie slipped out of the on-call room, making sure that no one had noticed. Callie hopelessly tried to tame her sex hair as Mark straightened his scrub pants with a sly grin on his face.

Miranda Bailey had been stalking down the hall, in search of her careless residents, when she saw the couple emerge from the room. With a disgusted look on her face, she passed by them, but not without sending a disapproving "Nasty" with a shake of her head.

Mark chuckled as Callie felt a blush rise on her cheeks. He slung an arm around her shoulder and nuzzled his nose in her hair. "So, lunch?" he asked. Callie nodded.

"Yeah, I'm starving" she said with a smile, "Must've been all those calories we just worked off." She called over her shoulder as she walked down the hallway. Mark laughed and shook his head, then jogged to catch up with her. He grabbed her hand and interlaced their fingers.

"Got any good cases today?" he asked as he held the door to the cafeteria open for her.

Callie shrugged and walked past him, "I have a hip replacement later."

"The joys of carpentry" he mocked. "I mean seriously, Cal, of all the specialities to go into, you choose the one with the least amount of skill used."

"Least amount of skill, huh?" Callie asked sweetly as she trailed her hand along Mark's chest.

Mark nodded and dropped his jaw as he felt Callie's hand move lower toward his crotch. He immediately started to feel himself harden. "Callie!" he groaned.

Callie smirked and stood on her tip toes to whisper in his ear, "Think about that fact the next time you want me to use my skills on you" she said huskily in his ear. She pulled back and laughed as Mark clenched his fists and tried to control himself. He quickly conjured up the picture of an naked old woman in his mind and his hard on quickly grew soft. He narrowed his eyes as he watched Callie stand in the lunch line, he saddled up next to her and pinched her hip, emitting a squeal from her. The pair quickly got their lunches and turned to find a table. They were both surprised at what they found instead.

Santana and Puck were both sitting at one of the cafeteria tables in, what seemed, to be a very deep conversation. Mark and Callie stood watching the two talk very figuratively, equipped with lots of hand motions and lots of facial expressions. They noticed that the conversation was getting a bit out of control, when Santana yelled something in Spanish, that Callie knew she would never say in front of her parents. Swiftly, they walked over to the table and cleared their throats.

Both teenagers looked up at them and instantly shut their mouths. "Santana Maria Lopez I know that did not just come out of your mouth" Her aunt accused. Santana dropped her head and avoided her aunt's glare.

Mark looked between the two and spoke up, "What are you guys doing here? Is something wrong? Did anything happen?" he asked, slightly worried.

Puck looked up at his uncle and shook his head, "No, nothings wrong, stop freaking out," he looked over at Santana, "We just got hungry"

"Oh," Mark nodded, "Why didn't you just order a pizza or something?" he asked as he pulled out the chair across from them and ushered Callie to sit, he then pulled out his own and plopped into it.

"I wanted to talk to Santana" Puck answered. Mark felt a smirk build on his lips.

"Oh really?" he asked, "And what have we discovered?"

Santana scoffed and answered before Puck could, "That he is still a panty ass who can't admit to his feelings."

Puck turned and glared at her, "We also found out that she is still the stubborn bitch that won't give in" Santana hit him on the back of his and smirked when he hissed and rubbed the spot.

Callie was taken aback by his statement and felt the need to cut in. "Watch it, Sloan Jr. we Latinas can still put a man in check and kick ass if he steps out of line." she threatened. Mark smirked.

"Don't I know it" he said under his breath, Callie mimicked her nieces' actions and popped him on the back of his head. Santana and Callie shared a look and smiled wickedly at each other.

Changing the subject, Callie asked, "How did you guys know where to find the cafeteria?" she asked opening her sandwich. Mark waited for them to reply as he popped a fry in his mouth.

"We asked one of the doctors," Puck answered, "She was blonde, she said her name was..." he trailed off as he tried to remember the doctors name, coincidently the said doctor walked right through the door of the cafeteria. "Oh! Dr. Stevens, she said her name was Dr. Stevens" he waved over at her and she walked toward him.

Callie's jaw dropped at the name of the woman who had wrecked her marriage. Although she was over it, and very happy with Mark, she couldn't help but still feel hate against the blonde bimbo. Mark placed a reassuring hand on her thigh as he saw anger build up in her. She turned to him and mustered a small smile.

Puck stood as Izzie came up to the table while Santana sat with her arm's crossed over her chest, glaring at the blonde woman, much like her aunt Callie was. She hated seeing Puck fond over another woman. Especially one that was blonde and stacked.

"Hi! It's nice to see you again" she said perkily.

"I'm Puck, by the way" he introduced himself and stuck out his hand.

"Izzie" she replied, shaking the hand that was offered. Mark cleared his throat, interrupting the all to intimate moment. He noticed the look of anger and jealousy on Santana's face and decided to intervene.

"Dr. Stevens, I see you've met my nephew" Mark said smugly. Over the last few months, when Callie was with George, he noticed the way this blonde had treated, the now woman he loved, and didn't like it one bit.

Izzie was stunned, "Oh!" she exclaimed, "Your nephew? I thought he reminded me of someone!" Izzie gazed between the two handsome studs and took in their similarities.

Mark then cleared his throat and turned his attention to Santana, "And this is Callie's niece Santana" he introduced. Santana didn't shake the hand that was offered by the blonde, but simply stared at it. Izzie looked over at Callie who was smiling proudly at her nieces' actions.

"Wow, you guys are so much alike" she said with a smile desperately trying to cover up the accusation, as a complement. Both Callie and Santana shared a look then turned their gaze back to the woman before them.

Callie narrowed her eyes at the woman who had made her life hell, "What exactly did you mean by that, Stevens?" she asked eyeing the smaller woman.

Izzie fidgeted with her fingers before answering, "Oh, I was uh, I meant you guys look like each other, that's all." she said sheepishly.

"People usually look like each other when they're related," Santana said as if talking to a child, "Did you even go to medical school, Dr. Stevens?" she asked.

"Well, yes but-" Izzie started, but was cut off by the young Latina.

"Then I guess you know all about genetics, yes?"

Izzie wordlessly nodded. Callie and Santana smiled at one another before continuing.

"You must very well know that an aunt and her niece, might look just teeny bit like each other, then." she said sweetly. She then turned to Callie and shook her head.

"These are the kinds of doctors you guys have working here? I might as well be the one doing the surgeries" Callie and Santana shared a laugh and effectively ignored the way Izzie slumped her shoulders and walked away. The two dark-haired girls looked over at Mark and Puck who both had a look of both shock and even a little hint of fear in their eyes.

"¿Cree usted que se enteraron de la energía que tenemos?" Do you think they know the power we have yet? Santana asked her aunt. Callie looked over at Mark and took in his facial expression.

She nodded and replied, "Creo que sólo lo descubrió" I think they just discovered it. Both women broke into fits of giggles and they savored the look on each man's face.