Who would have thought

23

"I'm pretty sure she's fucking him," Mark sighed sadly as he put his tray down on the table, falling into the chair next to Derek's.

"I highly doubt she's fucking him," Derek rolled his eyes.

"I heard the nurses."

"And you're trusting the nurses?"

"Nurses are good people, Derek. They're good at their job."

"And they think Mer and I broke up because I slept with you."

"Not the point," Mark shook his head, staring at his salad.

"It is the point," Derek sighed. "Addie's not screwing anyone but you."

"She's been working late. And Debbie said she saw Addie and Alex come out of a supply closet together."

"Mark, are you having problems keeping her satisfied in bed?"

"Keep your voice down," Mark growled. "Mark Sloan never has problems."

"Then why the fuck would she turn to Karev?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"She's not sleeping with him. But you know how you could fix this problem?"

"Kill Karev?"

"No. Tell Montgomery you love her."

"Killing Karev would be easier."

"Of course it would be."

"I could make it look like an accident. This is a hospital. Accidents happen all the time," Mark sighed.

"When is the last time a surgeon died while at work?" Derek asked.

"Always a first."

"Just tell Addie. I love you. It's easy."

"Poison. I could always poison him."

"Three words, idiot."

"Your best friend, your brother is in pain and you call him an idiot?"

"You're in pain because you don't have any balls."

"I would like to point out that half of this hospital can attest to the fact that I do indeed have balls," Mark frowned.

"Not the figurative kind."

"I have balls. I have the balls to kill Alex Karev."

"But you don't have the balls to say I love you."

"I have to wait until she's forty."

"Why?"

"That's the deal," Mark groaned. "She's not married at forty, we get together."

"But why not get together with her now?"

"It's not the deal."

"Change the deal."

"I can't change the deal. We've had this deal since junior year."

"And what if she is fucking Karev?"

"Then I have no fucking clue," Mark groaned into his salad, hanging his head.

"Just tell her you love her," Derek groaned.

"You know, give me one good reason why I should take advice to you," Mark said gruffly. "You turn down tight asses, amazing racks...what's the matter with you, Shep?"

"Did you attempt to have a conversation with amazing rack girl?"

"She had consumed several martinis."