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in the beginning, god created the heave and the earth, at least that's what they say. he created the birds of the air and the beasts of the fields, and he looked at his creation and he saw that it was good. and then god created man, and it's been downhill ever since.
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mark and derek walked in the woods together. mark was following derek's lead as he seemed to know where he was going.
"the woman loves me." mark spoke up as the two were walking.
"erica hahn?" derek questioned.
"i'm telling you. we went out last night, had a couple drinks."
"you and erica?" derek questioned again, in disbelief.
"just me and hahn." mark spoke smugly. "and callie and ana."
derek let out a chuckle. "oh, all right. so it wasn't a date."
"you gonna tell me where we're going?" the plastic surgeon asked, trying to change the subject.
"why does it always have to be about the destination? why can't it be about the journey?"
"cause i'm wearing three hundred dollar shoes." mark stated just as he stepped in a puddle of mud.
"meredith told me she doesn't want me seeing other people." derek sighed.
"she found out about you and rose?"
"no. there's nothing to find out. it was just a kiss."
"yeah, but you're not the kind of guy who makes out with nurses in scrub rooms." mark reminded him, "not that there's anything wrong with that."
"what do you think?" derek asked when the two men reached a large land of grass that overlooked more woodland.
"i think it was more than just a kiss." mark shrugged.
"no, no, no, no, the view."
"well, what am i looking at?"
"the view from my new house." derek told him with a huge grin on his face.
- - - - - - the story goes on to say that god created man in his own image, but there's not much proof of that. after all god made the sun and the moon and the stars, and all man makes is trouble. and when man finds himself in trouble, which is most of the time, he turns to something bigger than himself. to love or fate or religion to make sense of it all. but for a surgeon, the only thing that makes any kind of sense is medicine. - - - - - -
anastasia was walking down the halls when she saw lexie rummaging through one of the drug trolleys. "hey, what are you looking for?"
"epinephrine." lexie said in a panicked voice as she continued rummaging. "i need epinephrine."
