Now or Never āž¼ Mark Sloan

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š—”š—»š—“š—²š—¹ (š—¬š—²š˜€š˜š—²š—暝—±š—®š˜†)
š—£š—¼š—¶š˜€š—¼š—» š—¢š—®š—ø (š—Ŗš—µš—®š˜ š—›š—®š˜ƒš—² š—œ š——š—¼š—»š—² š—§š—¼ š——š—²š˜€š—²š—暝˜ƒš—² š—§š—µš—¶š˜€)
š—Ÿš—©š—”š—— (šŸ­šŸ³ š—¦š—²š—°š—¼š—»š—±š˜€)
š—£š—暝—¼š—ŗ (š—Ÿš—¼š˜€š—¶š—»š—“ š— š˜† š—„š—²š—¹š—¶š—“š—¶š—¼š—»)
š—•š—¼š—¼š˜š˜† š—–š—®š—¹š—¹ (š—¦š—¼š—ŗš—²š˜š—¶š—ŗš—²š˜€ š—® š—™š—®š—»š˜š—®š˜€š˜†)
š—›š—²š—暝—² š—§š—¼ š—¦š˜š—®š˜† (š—Ŗš—µš—®š˜ š—œ š—”š—ŗ)
š— &š—  (š—¢š—µ, š—§š—µš—² š—šš˜‚š—¶š—¹š˜)
š— š—°š—•š—¶š˜š—°š—µ (š—Ÿš—²š˜ š—§š—µš—² š—”š—»š—“š—²š—¹š˜€ š—–š—¼š—ŗš—ŗš—¶š˜)
š—˜š—®š—暝—» š— š—² (š——š—¼š—»'š˜ š—¦š˜š—®š—»š—± š—¦š—¼ š—–š—¹š—¼š˜€š—² š—§š—¼ š— š—²)
š—•š—暝—²š—®š—øš—¶š—»š—“ š—£š—¼š—¶š—»š˜ (š—¦š—¶š˜… š——š—®š˜†š˜€)
š—Ÿš—²š—®š˜ƒš—¶š—»š—“ (š—šš—暝—²š—®š˜ š—˜š˜…š—½š—²š—°š˜š—®š˜š—¶š—¼š—»š˜€)
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š—”š—°š—°š—¶š—±š—²š—»š˜š˜€ (š—Ŗš—®š—¹š—ø š—¼š—» š—Ŗš—®š˜š—²š—æ)
š—•š—² š—¢š—øš—®š˜† (š—¦š—¼š—ŗš—² š—žš—¶š—»š—± š—¼š—³ š— š—¶š—暝—®š—°š—¹š—²)
š— š—°š—•š—¶š˜š—°š—µš˜†šŸ®.šŸ¬
š—˜š˜…š—®š—ŗš˜€ (š˜š—²š˜€š˜š—¶š—»š—“ šŸ­-šŸ®-šŸÆ)
š——š—²š—®š—¹š˜€ š—Øš—½ (š——š—¶š—±š—»'š˜ š—Ŗš—² š—”š—¹š—ŗš—¼š˜€š˜ š—›š—®š˜ƒš—² š—œš˜ š—”š—¹š—¹?)
š—„š—²š˜€š—¶š—±š—²š—»š—°š˜† (š—” š—–š—µš—®š—»š—“š—² š—œš˜€ š—šš—¼š—»š—»š—® š—–š—¼š—ŗš—²)
š——š—²š—暝—²š—ø'š˜€ š—¦š˜‚š˜€š—½š—¶š—°š—¶š—¼š—»š˜€ (š—Ÿš—¼š˜ƒš—²/š—”š—±š—±š—¶š—°š˜š—¶š—¼š—»)
š—§š—²š—¹š—¹š—¶š—»š—“ š—›š—¶š—ŗ (š—Ÿš—²š˜ š—§š—µš—² š—§š—暝˜‚š˜š—µ š—¦š—¶š—»š—“)
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š—šš—²š—»š˜š—¹š—²š—ŗš—²š—»'š˜€ š—˜š˜ƒš—²š—»š—¶š—»š—“ (š—žš˜‚š—»š—“ š—™š˜‚ š—™š—¶š—“š—µš˜š—¶š—»š—“)
š—£š—暝—²š—“š—»š—®š—»š˜? (š—™š—¼š—暝—²š˜ƒš—²š—æ š—¬š—¼š˜‚š—»š—“)
š—•š—暝—²š—®š—øš—¶š—»š—“ š—Øš—½? (š—–š—暝—®š˜€š—µ š—œš—»š˜š—¼ š— š—² - š—£š—®š—暝˜ š—¢š—»š—²)
š—”š—¼š˜ š—£š—暝—²š—“š—»š—®š—»š˜ (š—–š—暝—®š˜€š—µ š—œš—»š˜š—¼ š— š—² - š—£š—®š—暝˜ š—§š˜„š—¼)
š—›š—² š——š—²š˜€š—²š—暝˜ƒš—²š˜€ š—•š—²š˜š˜š—²š—æ (š—Ÿš—®š˜† š—¬š—¼š˜‚š—æ š—›š—®š—»š—±š˜€ š—¢š—» š— š—²)
š—”š—±š—±š—¶š—²'š˜€ š—„š—²š˜š˜‚š—暝—» (š—£š—¶š—²š—°š—² š—¼š—³ š— š˜† š—›š—²š—®š—暝˜)
š—¦š—²š˜… š—£š—¼š—¹š—¶š—°š—² (š—§š—µš—² š—•š—²š—°š—¼š—ŗš—¶š—»š—“)
š— š—®š—暝—暝˜† š— š—²? (š—™š—暝—²š—²š—±š—¼š—ŗ š—£š—®š—暝˜š˜€ šŸ­&šŸ®)
š—„š—®š—»š—øš—²š—± (š——š—暝—²š—®š—ŗ š—” š—Ÿš—¶š˜š˜š—¹š—² š——š—暝—²š—®š—ŗ š—¢š—³ š— š—² š—£š—®š—暝˜ šŸ­&šŸ®)
"š—œ'š—¹š—¹ š—–š—µš—¼š—¼š˜€š—² š—¬š—¼š˜‚" (š—›š—²š—暝—² š—–š—¼š—ŗš—²š˜€ š—§š—µš—² š—™š—¹š—¼š—¼š—± & š—•š—暝—®š˜ƒš—² š—”š—²š˜„ š—Ŗš—¼š—暝—¹š—±)
š—¦š—µš—²š—½š—µš—²š—暝—± š— š—²š˜š—µš—¼š—± (š—§š—µš—²š—暝—²'š˜€ š—”š—¼ 'š—œ' š—œš—» š—§š—²š—®š—ŗ)
"š—œ š——š—¼š—»'š˜ š—Ÿš—¶š—øš—² š—›š—¶š—ŗ" (š—Ÿš—¶š—³š—² š——š˜‚š—暝—¶š—»š—“ š—Ŗš—®š—暝˜š—¶š—ŗš—²)
š—¦š˜š—暝˜‚š—“š—“š—¹š—¶š—»š—“ (š—„š—¶š˜€š—² š—Øš—½)
š—¦š—²š—²š—¶š—»š—“ š— š—¼š—ŗ (š—§š—µš—²š˜€š—² š—§š—¶š—²š˜€ š—§š—µš—®š˜ š—•š—¶š—»š—±)
š—„š—¼š—“š˜‚š—² š—œš—»š˜š—²š—暝—»š˜€ (š—œš—» š—§š—µš—² š— š—¶š—±š—»š—¶š—“š—µš˜ š—›š—¼š˜‚š—æ)
š—Ÿš—¶š˜š˜š—¹š—² š—šš—暝—²š˜† (š—”š—¹š—¹ š—•š˜† š— š˜†š˜€š—²š—¹š—³)
š—©.š—œ.š—£ (š—Ŗš—¶š˜€š—µ š—¬š—¼š˜‚ š—Ŗš—²š—暝—² š—›š—²š—暝—²)
š— š—®š—ŗš—® š—–š—¼š—ŗš—²š˜€ š—§š—¼ š—§š—¼š˜„š—» (š—¦š˜†š—ŗš—½š—®š˜š—µš˜† š—™š—¼š—æ š—§š—µš—² š——š—²š˜ƒš—¶š—¹)
š—•š—暝—²š—®š—øš—¶š—»š—“ š— š—®š—暝—ø (š—¦š˜š—®š—¶š—暝˜„š—®š˜† š—§š—¼ š—›š—²š—®š˜ƒš—²š—» & š—•š—²š—®š˜ š—¬š—¼š˜‚š—æ š—›š—²š—®š—暝˜ š—¢š˜‚š˜)
š——š—²š—暝—²š—ø'š˜€ š—£š—暝—¼š—½š—¼š˜€š—®š—¹ (š—•š—²š—³š—¼š—暝—² š—®š—»š—± š—”š—³š˜š—²š—æ)
š—™š—¶š—“š—µš˜š˜€ (š—”š—» š—›š—¼š—»š—²š˜€š˜ š— š—¶š˜€š˜š—®š—øš—²)
š—§š—²š—¹š—¹š—¶š—»š—“ š—•š—²š—¹š—¹š—® (š—œ š—Ŗš—¶š—¹š—¹ š—™š—¼š—¹š—¹š—¼š˜„ š—¬š—¼š˜‚ š—œš—»š˜š—¼ š—§š—µš—² š——š—®š—暝—ø)
š—•š—暝—²š—®š—øš—±š—¼š˜„š—»š˜€ (š—¦š˜š—®š—»š—± š—•š˜† š— š—²)
š—™š—¼š—暝—“š—¶š˜ƒš—²š—»š—²š˜€š˜€ (š—¦š˜„š—²š—²š˜ š—¦š˜‚š—暝—暝—²š—»š—±š—²š—æ)
š—”š—¹š—ŗš—¼š˜€š˜ š—™š—¶š—暝—²š—± (š—”š—¼ š—šš—¼š—¼š—± š—”š˜ š—¦š—®š˜†š—¶š—»š—“ š—¦š—¼š—暝—暝˜†)
"š—œš˜'š˜€ š—”š—¼š˜ š—µš—²š—æ š——š—暝—²š˜€š˜€" (š—Ŗš—µš—®š˜ š—® š——š—¶š—³š—³š—²š—暝—²š—»š—°š—² š—® š——š—®š˜† š— š—®š—øš—²š˜€)
š—¦š˜‚š—暝—“š—²š—暝—¶š—²š˜€ š—®š—»š—± š— š—¼š˜ƒš—¶š—»š—“ š—œš—» š—§š—®š—¹š—øš˜€ (š—›š—²š—暝—²'š˜€ š—§š—¼ š—™š˜‚š˜š˜‚š—暝—² š——š—®š˜†š˜€)
š—š—¼š—µš—» š——š—¼š—² (š—”š—¼š˜„ š—¼š—æ š—”š—²š˜ƒš—²š—æ)
š—šš—²š—¼š—暝—“š—² š—¢'š— š—®š—¹š—¹š—²š˜† (š—šš—¼š—¼š—± š— š—¼š˜‚š—暝—»š—¶š—»š—“)
š— š—¼š˜ƒš—¶š—»š—“ š—œš—» (š—šš—¼š—¼š—±š—Æš˜†š—²)
š—–š˜‚š˜š˜€ (š—œ š—”š—¹š˜„š—®š˜†š˜€ š—™š—²š—²š—¹ š—Ÿš—¶š—øš—² š—¦š—¼š—ŗš—²š—Æš—¼š—±š˜†'š˜€ š—Ŗš—®š˜š—°š—µš—¶š—»' š— š—²)
"š—œ š—Ŗš—®š—»š˜š—²š—± š—›š—²š—æ" (š—§š—®š—¶š—»š˜š—²š—± š—¢š—Æš—¹š—¶š—“š—®š˜š—¶š—¼š—»)
š—”š—²š˜„ š—£š—²š—¼š—½š—¹š—² (š—œš—»š˜ƒš—®š˜€š—¶š—¼š—»)
š—œš—»š—¼š—½š—²š—暝—®š—Æš—¹š—² š—§š˜‚š—ŗš—¼š—暝˜€ & š—•š—®š—Æš˜† š—§š—®š—¹š—øš˜€ (š—šš—¶š˜ƒš—² š—£š—²š—®š—°š—² š—® š—–š—µš—®š—»š—°š—²)
š—™š—®š—¶š—¹š—²š—± š—£š—®š—暝˜š—¶š—²š˜€ & š——š—²š—暝—²š—ø'š˜€ š—–š—¼š—»š—°š—²š—暝—» (š—œš—»š˜ƒš—²š˜€š˜ š—¶š—» š—Ÿš—¼š˜ƒš—²)
š—”š—²š˜„ š—”š˜š˜š—²š—»š—±š—¶š—»š—“š˜€ (š—”š—²š˜„ š—›š—¶š˜€š˜š—¼š—暝˜†)
š— š˜† š——š—®š˜‚š—“š—µš˜š—²š—æ (š—›š—¼š—¹š—¶š—±š—®š˜‡š—²)
"š—œ š—§š—µš—¶š—»š—ø š—Ŗš—² š—•š—暝—¼š—øš—² š—Øš—½" (š—•š—¹š—¶š—»š—ø)
š—œ š— š—¶š˜€š˜€ š—›š—¶š—ŗ (š—œ š—Ÿš—¶š—øš—² š—¬š—¼š˜‚ š—¦š—¼ š— š˜‚š—°š—µ š—•š—²š˜š˜š—²š—æ š—Ŗš—µš—²š—» š—¬š—¼š˜‚'š—暝—² š—”š—®š—øš—²š—±)
š—œš—“š—»š—¼š—暝—¶š—»š—“ (š—¦š˜š—®š˜š—² š—¼š—³ š—Ÿš—¼š˜ƒš—² š—®š—»š—± š—§š—暝˜‚š˜€š˜)
š—¦š—¹š—¼š—®š—»'š˜€ š—”š—²š˜„š˜€ (š—©š—®š—¹š—²š—»š˜š—¶š—»š—²š˜€ š— š—®š˜€š˜€š—®š—°š—暝—²)
"š—œ š——š—¼š—»'š˜ š—¦š—²š—² š—® š—™š˜‚š˜š˜‚š—暝—² š—™š—¼š—æ š—Øš˜€" (š—£š˜‚š˜€š—µ)
"š—”š—¼š˜ š—šš—¼š—¼š—±š—Æš˜†š—² š—¦š—²š˜…" (š—¦š˜†š—ŗš—½š—®š˜š—µš˜† š—™š—¼š—æ š—§š—µš—² š—£š—®š—暝—²š—»š˜š˜€)
"š—œ š—›š—²š—®š—æ š—¬š—¼š˜‚" (š—›š—¼š—¼š—ø, š—Ÿš—¶š—»š—² & š—¦š—¶š—»š—»š—²š—æ)
š—¦š—²š—»š˜€š—¶š˜š—¶š˜ƒš—¶š˜š˜† š—§š—暝—®š—¶š—»š—¶š—»š—“ (š—›š—¼š˜„ š—œš—»š˜€š—²š—»š˜€š—¶š˜š—¶š˜ƒš—²)
š—§š—¼š—“š—²š˜š—µš—²š—æ š—”š—“š—®š—¶š—» (š—¦š—µš—¶š—»š˜† š—›š—®š—½š—½š˜† š—£š—²š—¼š—½š—¹š—²)
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By _X_Sammii_X_

Authors Note;
So I've skipped the camping trip episode as I didn't know how to fit Bella into that one.
****

Bella smiled as Mark walked towards her. She was sitting in Joe's. "How can I help you?" She asked as she looked to him.

"Oh? A smile. Could the famous Isabella Shepherd be forgiving me?"

"Number one. Do not call me Isabella. Number two, I figured I'm stuck in this hospital until I decide where I want to go. So I may as well be nice. To some. But Isobel Stevens is not getting my forgiveness," Bella said.

Mark nodded. He sat down with her and looked to her. "Buy you a drink?" He asked.

Bella grinned. She shook her head. "No. Because I know what will happen. You'll buy me drink after drink. I'll get drunk, say I want you to take me to bed. But you don't then you go and dump me on Addison. Like you did before," she stated as she downed her tequila.

"Well don't get too drunk and I can take you back to my room and not to Addison," Mark said.

"Nice try Sloan."

Mark looked to her. He got off the stool and stood between her legs. Bella bit her lip. She pushed him away. "You're here for Addison. I'm Bella."

"Angel. I'm here for you. I told you I was here for Addison because I didn't want you to keep rejecting me," Mark told her.

Bella sighed. She looked to him. "I'm more than happy to be friends. But that's as far as it's going to go. You need to earn Derek's forgiveness," she said as she stood up and walked off.

Mark stood there and sighed. Determined he was going to win her back. Knowing it was her that he wanted.

****

Bella sat in the locker room with Grace and the others. They were looking at the chart in George's hands. Bella smiled. "It'll be okay Georgie."

The door opened and Meredith walked in. "Today is the day people. Today is the day when dark and twisty Meredith disappears forever. And bright and shiny Meredith takes her place. You're probably not going to want to be friends with me anymore. Cause the sheer intensity of my happiness will make your teeth hurt. That's okay. Because life is good. Life is good."

Bella looked up to Meredith. "Erm. Mer?"

Meredith frowned. "Wait. What's going on?" She asked.

Izzie looked over to them. "George's dad was admitted last night," she told Meredith.

Meredith walked over to them. She sat down with George. "Oh my god. Is he okay?"

"He's fine."

Bella shook her head and sighed. "He passed out. He hit the floor and fractured his clavicle," she told them.

"His clavicle is fine. Callie said... Callie said it's fine," George said as he looked around.

Meredith sighed. "Are those his AM labs?"

Grace nodded. "He's complaining of severe abdominal pain," she told her sister as she took a sip of her water.

Cristina smiled. "He doesn't have peritoneal signs. That's good," she said.

Bella was about to speak just as Bailey walked in. "Has anybody seen...," she said as she saw the chart in George's hand.

He stood still. "I was just looking at it."

"Don't you think me reading it is more important than you reading it?" Bailey said as she looked to him.

George shrugged and handed the charts back. "Sure. Fine. He's going to be fine."

"You're on scut today. You'll be distracted," Bailey told George.

"No I won't."

"Family members do not treat family members. Scut," Bailey told him.

Cristina looked to Bailey. "I'm scrubbing in on a surgery with Dr Burke this morning."

Bella scoffed. "Course you are. Cause you just do everything for Burke," Bella mumbled.

Bailey glared. "Karev, Shepherd. You're with Sloan. Grey and Grey, pit. Stevens, shadow Karev and Shepherd," she told them.

****

Bella walked towards Mark. She walked behind Alex and Izzie. "Ah! Excellent. Karev my invaluable intern. Is it bring a hot blonde to work day? Nobody told me," Mark said.

"Sexual harassment," Izzie coughed out.

Bella rolled her eyes as she walked over. "Keep it shut Stevens," she said.

Mark smiled. "Bella. My beautiful valuable intern," he said as he moved closer to Bella. "I knew you should have come back with me last night."

"Dr Stevens is shadowing me today."

Mark inwardly rolled his eyes. "At least Bella is here," he said as he gave her the chart.

Izzie said nothing as she looked to Mark. "What case do you need us on?" She asked.

Mark smirked. He turned to Izzie. "It's a really tragic one. Just this morning, I found out that I have over two weeks worth of dry cleaning that needs to be picked up. Stat," he said.

"That's it? Cool," Alex said as he took the address off of Mark.

Mark nodded. He smiled. "See. We're like a well oiled machine, you and me. I also need you two to get me a sandwich from that pathetic excuse for a deli. Karev, you know the one I like. But go easy on the mayo this time. I think you're trying to kill me," he said.

Izzie frowned as she looked to Mark and Bella. "Why doesn't she have to go?"

Bella turned to her. "Because unlike some, I am actually able to practice medicine. Bet you'll think again next time you want to cut an LVAD wire," she spat.

"And because she's useful and trustworthy. And I like her a lot more than I do you," Mark said as he motioned for Bella to follow him.

****

Bella and Grace found George sitting by the nurses station, staring into space. "Georgie. Are you okay?" Bella asked.

George shrugged and sighed. "I'm uh..."

Grace smiled a little. "Do you want me on your dads case today?" She asked. She sighed. "I know you chose Cristina. But she's not got the right kind of bedside manner."

Bella nodded. "Yeah. She could be there making him smile or something. And I could pop along too at some point. Mark's patient is in post op already."

"Thanks Bella. Grace."

****

Bella was standing by Addison and Mark. Bella saw Mark looking to Izzie and Alex. "There you are. Did you go all the way to New York for my pastrami?" He asked.

Alex ignored what Mark said. "Extra spicy, extra lettuce, low on mayo," he told Mark.

Bella tilted her head as Addison took off her glasses. "Mark. What are you doing?" Addison asked.

Mark turned to the two women. "Lunch," he said. He winked to Bella. "You want my pickle?"

Bella was about to speak when Addison slapped her hand. "Ow! That hurt!"

Addison ignored Bella and looked to Mark. "Seattle Grace is a teaching hospital. And part of your job is to teach. Your interns aren't your slaves," she told him.

"Fine. No pickle."

Bella grinned as Addison walked off. She looked to Mark. "Don't suppose you've got a cookie?"

"You can have my pickle."

Bella rolled her eyes but smiled. She moved closer to him. "I want the cookie. Not the pickle," she whispered as she bit his ear and walked off.

Mark followed after her. Addison looked to Richard. "Did you see that?"

"What?"

"Sloan! He's using his interns to pick up his dry cleaning and his lunch. He's flirting with Bella," Addison said.

Richard said nothing as he walked off. "I have to do an endoscopy."

"Men!"

****

Bella, Alex and Izzie all worked into the patients room. "How are you doing Mr Jeffres?" Mark asked.

"Hey."

"Hi doctors. Frank's doing okay. He'd be doing a lot better if the twins were even," the patient said.

Alex frowned, he was standing close to Bella and Mark didn't like it. "The twins?"

"Frank's new pecs."

"Who is Frank?" Izzie asked as she looked around for someone else.

Frank smirked as he looked to Izzie and Bella. "You're looking at him."

Mark said nothing. He got between Bella and Alex. "Frank, you obviously know Dr Bella Shepherd. And these people here are interns. This is a teaching hospital. I'm supposed to be teaching them. Karev?"

Alex smiled, wanting to impress Mark. "Frank Jeffres is post op day three. For pectoral enhancement surgery. There was a slight complication when a seroma formed," he spoke.

"And what is a seroma?"

Izzie smiled. "It's a build up of blood and fluid under the skin," she said. She frowned when she got a glare from Mark. "Sorry."

Mark rolled his eyes and yawned. "That concludes todays teaching. Bella insert a tube into his chest to drain the fluid. Dr Karev, I want you to monitor him. Check the tube for fluid output. And then change his dressings. Dr Stevens. I guess you can watch. Doll, make sure these two don't screw up," he said.

Alex rolled his eyes. He took a step to Mark, making sure he was right by Bella. Smirking as he saw the annoyed look on his face. "Actually Dr Stevens is an excellent doctor."

Mark shrugged. "Yeah. That's what I've been told."

****

Bella walked into Frank Jeffres' room. She saw Izzie and Alex there. "What are you two doing here?" She asked.

"Dr Shepherd. Can you take a look at the twins? Frank would love another woman's perspective."

Bella rolled her eyes. She sighed. "They look good to me," she told him.

"Yeah," Izzie said, wanting to agree with Bella. "Look pretty even to me," she said.

Bella inwardly groaned. "The redness should go away in a couple of days," she assured him with a smile.

Frank nodded and smiled. "Good. Frank got them for his girlfriend. He doesn't want her to see them until they're perfect."

"Your girlfriend asked you to get pec implants?"

"No. Frank's girlfriend joined a gym and got a trainer named Lars. What kind of name is that? Lars."

Izzie smirked. "So you got fake pecs because you're jealous of a guy with a fake name?"

Bella turned to her. She rolled her eyes. "You are honestly so annoying. I don't know how I haven't killed you yet," she mumbled.

"My last girlfriend, Leena, left me for a guy with hair. So I got plugs. This time, Frank isn't taking any chances. Frank sees the signs of discontent, Frank is fighting back."

Izzie shrugged and smiled. "I don't know. I just don't get the whole fake boob thing. No offence."

Bella shrugged and looked to her. "He's fighting back. I respect it," she said as she looked to her nails.

Frank nodded. "Thanks. And these are top of the line. They look real. And they feel natural," Frank said. He saw the look on Izzie's face. "No. Really. Feel them."

"I wouldn't."

Izzie ignored Bella as she touched them. "Oh yeah. Very solid."

"And real."

"I wouldn't know about that."

Frank shrugged. "Well compare them to his," he said as he pointed to Alex.

Alex shook his head. "I'm not getting involved in this," he said.

Frank rolled his eyes. "Don't be such a baby."

Alex began lifting his top. Bella rolled her eyes. "I am not getting involved in this. See you," she said as she left the room.

"Doll? What's going on in there?" Mark asked as he placed a hand on her waist.

Bella grinned and tilted her head. "Why don't you go in there and see for yourself?"

Mark walked into the room and saw Izzie with both her hands on different chests. "This... this is why I don't work with interns," he said as he turned and walked off.

****

"I mean. Why bother to have a kid if you're only going to see it on weekends and holidays? Might as well get a cat," Grace said as she shared some food with Bella.

George suddenly looked up. "I talked to Burke. He's fine," he told the group.

Cristina looked over to him. "You did what?"

Bella and Grace looked to Cristina. "What's wrong with Burke?" They asked in unison.

"Nothing's wrong with Burke."

George shook his head. "You realise he let her decannulate a heart this morning?"

Grace turned to her. "You decannulated a heart?"

"Bitch," Bella said.

Cristina shook her head and sighed. "No. Not by myself," she told them.

"Now she's lying about it."

"Yang decannulated a heart. Why is Alex not surprised?" Alex said.

Izzie nodded and smirked. "Izzie isn't either. Last week she was digging through crap. This week, she's fondling man boobs. No decannulating hearts for Izzie."

Grace looked to Bella. "I'm taking a stand. I'm not getting involved with Derek again."

"Uh-huh. We'll just see if that works out. You can't keep your panties on for him," Bella said as she smiled.

"Why are you lying about the heart?" Grace asked.

"I didn't."

"Izzie and Alex do not believe you."

Grace frowned as she looked to Bella. "What are those two doing?" She asked.

Bella shrugged and sighed. "We have a patient who speaks about himself in the third person. It makes Bella want to throw herself off the roof."

Alex nodded. "Izzie and Alex thought it was annoying at first. But now they kind of like it," he said.

Meredith, who just turned up, groaned. "Good. Is it going to stop soon?"

Cristina looked to her. "Wow. What happened? This morning you were bright and shiny. And asking to be kicked in the face."

"I am. I'm bright and shiny."

****

Bella was sitting with George and Grace. George had been told his dad had cancer. "They're going to operate soon. This week, I think. It's stage three metastatic cancer. And my brothers, are... Callie slept with Sloan. I just can't... I can't deal with any of it. I spent the entire day worrying about Burke. There's nothing wrong with Burke. God, my dad has cancer. I can't even look him in the face. Grace had to tell him."

Bella looked to George. "Callie slept with Mark?" She asked.

Izzie rolled her eyes. "That's all you got from the conversation? You are so inconsiderate!"

Bella stood up and walked over to Izzie. "Listen. You do not have the right to talk to me about anything. Do not call me inconsiderate. When you were the one who almost ruined George's internship by cutting an LVAD. You are just a nobody. You say one more thing to me, I will rearrange your face so they're calling you Dr Crankenstein," she spat.

George blinked a couple of times. "I can't deal with you people."

****

Bella walked over to Derek and rested her head on his shoulder. "I need a beer. Maybe six."

"What's wrong?"

Bella groaned. "I almost slapped Izzie. I don't know what it is about her but she winds me up so much. To the point where I want to let rip on her," she mumbled.

Derek smirked as he looked to his sister. "Your temper is amazing. Keep it in check," he told her.

Bella was about to speak when Mark walked over. "Doll."

"And that's my cue to leave," Derek said as he walked off.

Bella turned to Mark. "You slept with Callie? Just when I thought you couldn't hurt me anymore. She's my friend. And you slept with her."

"Bella."

"Save it. From now on, I don't want to be on your service. I don't want to be near you anymore. Leave me alone, please," Bella mumbled as she walked off.

****

Grace walked into Bella's room. She saw her sitting on the bed. "Hey. I know it must have hurt. Hearing Callie slept with Mark. Are you okay?"

Bella shrugged. "Stupid me was actually considering giving him a chance, you know? I thought he had changed. I was wrong."

Grace looked to her and smiled as she sat down. "You'll find your Prince Charming. I know you will."

Bella shrugged and sighed. Not knowing how she and Mark were about to find themselves getting a whole lot closer.

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