Rain

Do Better

"Holy crap! Are you pregnant?" Cristina exclaimed, catching the doctors' attention. Grabbing a tissue, she passed it into Meredith's hands. Helping her stabilize, they pulled her along slowly. "I'll examine her, you guys do your jobs. We'll be fine," Reluctantly, she squeezed Meredith's hand one last time before helping the woman lie down on the exam table. George cradled the glass of water in his hands, tipping the last of it down the woman's throat before wiping her lip and retreating.

"You better not be pregnant," Emily teased before adding more seriously, "Get well soon."

"Thanks," Meredith groaned, throwing an arm over her eyes. George smiled at her antics before they both left the room. Glancing around, she saw neither Derek or Addison in sight and approached Sloan who was staring at her. When they met eyes, he smiled and she rolled her eyes.

"What's wrong with the dirty mistress?"

"Don't know yet," she answered with a shrug. Frowning at his dark russet shirt and belt and pants, she quirked an eyebrow. Smiling slightly, she raised her brow. "What are you doing here, Sloan?"

"Got a job."

"Uh-huh." Undeniably, he looked fantastic, but Emily quickly decided that red on Mark Sloan was not a sight she liked as much as him in the black sweater. Leaning against the nurse's station, she wrinkled her nose when he mimicked her pose.

"What are you doing?"

"Deciding I don't like that shirt on you," she said and he smiled, glancing down. "I think I like dark blue more. Brings out your eyes."

"I'll get some attendings scrubs right away then." He winked and she chuckled to herself. "You like the lab coat, right? Mark Sloan, M.D."

"The lab coat is very pretty on you, Dr. Sloan," teased the brunette and he smiled tenderly. Again, with that smile. What is that? "If I'm lucky, I'm going to get assigned your intern. Welcome you properly to Seattle Grace and probably prove that I'm not an idiot."

"Oh, I know you're not an idiot. It's the other interns I'm worried about." He paused a moment before smirking, all fondness gone in exchange for a roguish glint in his eyes. "Welcoming me properly, hm? Does that include-" Holding up a hand, she stopped him mid sentence.

"No!" she exclaimed, pretending to be absolutely insulted. "Goodbye, Dr. Sloan."

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"Moore, you're on Sloan's service. Show him around the hospital, make sure he doesn't get lost."

"Yes, Dr. Bailey."

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"Moore," Mark greeted warmly as she finished tying her hair into a bun. "You really my intern?"

"Oh, possibly." Reading the chart quickly, she placed it back down and put on a pair of latex gloves. "What do you need?" she asked as the plastics surgeon touched the white material tenderly.

Mimicking his movements, she made sure all the material was secure and not loose around his head and neck. Flapping one piece over, she checked the burns around that area. It was marred slightly of red but otherwise seemed unharmed compared to the rest of his face. As she did so, another voice nearly startled her but she reigned in her surprise.

"Dr. Sloan," Alex greeted, looking eagerly at the patient. "Hey, Em."

"Alex," she replied back, stepping back to observe. He seemed disgruntled to see another intern but stifled his true feelings in favour of reading over the chart. As the man came to, the wife translated every word said as they worked. Mark explained their treatment plan, to remove the damaged tissue and apply bandages dressed with live cells onto his face.