AUTHORS NOTE
I skipped 4.07 as I couldn't find a way to fit Bella in
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Bella pouted as Mark got out of bed. She looked to him. "Why do you have to go? Do you not want to stay with me?" She mumbled.
Mark smirked. "Doll I need a shower. And if I shower here, there's a good chance someone will walk in on me. And that someone will no doubt be Stevens," he told her.
"I have a bathroom right there. Shower here. And then you can crawl back into bed and keep me warm cause I hate Seattle when it's cold."
Mark rolled his eyes. "You win."
"I'm joking. You don't have to stay here for me you know. I'm winding you up," Bella said as she grinned.
Mark joined her in bed. He ran his hand over her thigh. "Don't ever tell me when I don't have to spend time with you doll. I love you," he said.
"I love you too. You big softie," Bella mumbled against his lips. She grinned as Mark moved between her legs.
But before anything could happen, the door opened and Grace walked in. "I saw my half sister. Naked. And having sex with Karev."
Bella pushed Mark off of her. She sat up. "You saw them having sex?" She asked.
"Well no. But she was naked. This was like two weeks ago. When you were in New York seeing your mom. But anyway, she was literally in a bed sheet. They were about to have sex. Or they had finished having sex. Either way. It was weird as fuck," she told them.
Mark rolled his eyes. "You two gossip a lot. Has anyone ever told you that?"
Bella and Grace both looked to him. Bella raised her eyebrows. "Has anyone ever told you you're horny too much?"
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Bella was stood in the ER. She walked over to Webber. "What do we got?" She asked as he looked to him.
"High school bus crash. Bunch of kids just came in. We got more on the way," Webber told her.
The paramedic walked over with a teenager on the gurney. "Tricia Hale. 17, vital signs stable. Sustained a large facial laceration, trauma to the buttock area and an open fracture to the lower right leg."
Callie and Bella walked into trauma room two. Tricia looked up. "It's still bleeding. My face is still bleeding," she said.
Bella smiled. "It's okay. We'll get to that in a minute. Okay?" She said as she looked to her.
Tricia shook her head. "No. Try the head of plastic surgery. No one is touching my face until I've spoken to the head of plastic surgery. No one," she told them.
Bella rolled her eyes as she looked to Callie. "No doubt Mark is going to love this," she mumbled.
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Mark walked into the room. He looked to Bella. "Hey doll," he said.
Tricia turned to look at him. "You better be able to fix my face. I have pom statewides in a month," she told him.
"You're a cheerleader?" Callie asked as she looked to the young girl.
"I'm a pom."
Mark looked up to his girlfriend and Callie. "Cheerleaders just jump around. Poms are dancers. I was on the football team," he told them.
Bella raised her eyebrows. "Of course you'd know that," she mumbled as she rolled her eyes.
"I'm not sure you're gonna be dancing in the next month."
"You better be lying."
Bella rolled her eyes. She scoffed. "Not lying. You have very serious knee and leg fractures, not to mention a cracked coccyx," she told her.
"What the hell is that?" Tricia asked as she turned to look at the doctors.
"That's the bone at the bottom of your spine. The bottom of your bottom," Callie told her as she shared a look with Bella.
"My ass? I broke my ass?"
Bella shrugged. "That's one way to look at it."
"Don't look at it!" Tricia said.
"You're gonna need surgery. Good news is that we'll put you under so we can fix the bones and Dr. Sloan can fix your face all at the same time," Callie told her.
Tricia turned to Mark. "You better be good," she said.
Mark moved his chair closer to her. "Baby, you're not gonna find anybody better than me," he told her.
Bella, Mark, Alex and Callie left the room. Mark smirked to Alex. "Oh my god. Hot cheerleader ass," he whispered.
Bella cleared her throat. She looked to Mark. "You want hot cheerleader ass do you? Fine," she said as she walked off.
Callie scoffed. She smirked. "You deserved that," she told him as she followed after Bella.
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Grace saw Bella and frowned. She saw how annoyed she looked. "Who do I kill?" She asked.
"Sloan. He's literally ogling the patients ass. Calling her baby. God, I don't know why I'm annoyed. But I'm so angry. Then I'm horny," Bella mumbled.
Grace smiled. She handed her some cake. Bella shook her head. "No I feel sick," she said.
"Mark wouldn't go there with a cheerleader Bella. He's got you. Look at you, you're hot. And he's lucky to have you. Seriously. Don't get upset about this," Grace said.
Bella sighed. She looked to her. "I don't know why I'm so angry all of the time."
"Maybe you're pregnant."
Bella rolled her eyes. "You're not funny. You know that right?" She said.
Grace shrugged. "Would explain why you're hormonal."
"Or it could be my time of the month," Bella said as she took a sip of her hot chocolate.
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Bella ran over to Grace. "Hey. I heard your dad was here. Are you okay?" She asked.
Grace sighed. "I don't know Bella. It's way too much. He's clearly drunk. Lexie isn't trying to deal with it at all. He literally started acting up until I turned up," she said.
Bella smiled. "What did he do?"
"Punched something. I don't know. Bella, things are going so well with me and Derek. And I don't need my daddy issues rocking up," she told her as a tear slipped down her cheek.
Bella took her hand. She smiled. "You know you can talk to me. I won't judge you. I won't let anyone hurt or upset you," she told her.
"Thanks Bella."
****
Bella was sitting with Mark, Webber and Erica at lunch. "Baby, you don't need to worry. I don't want any cheerleader. I want you," he told her.
Before Bella could say anything, Erica spoke up. "Is it me, or are there teenyboppers staring at you?"
She asked as she looked to Mark.
Mark shrugged. "I get that a lot. It started when I was their age. Never really went away," he said with a wink to Bella.
Bella raised her eyebrows. "Oh is that right?" She asked as Mark motioned for the girls to come over.
Mark smiled. "What can I do for you ladies?" He said with a grin to them.
One of the teenagers looked to her friend. "Tell him."
"No. It's embarrassing," the other teenager said as she looked to the floor.
Mark smiled. "You can tell me," he told them as he rested a hand on Bella's thigh.
"You look exactly like her dad," the teenager said as they rushed off.
Bella choked on her drink and grinned. Erica smirked. "Swing and a miss," she said.
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Bella was in surgery with Mark and Callie. She sighed as she looked to Callie. "Do you think she'll recover full function of her knee?" She asked.
Callie shrugged and sighed. "I hope so. Cause if she doesn't get back on the pompom brigade, her life is totally over. You'd think the way they treat her, she would be ready to ditch the whole thing. But no," she commented.
Mark spoke up. "She's not gonna walk away from that. It's her life. It's her identity. It's the only way she understands herself in the world."
Callie looked to Bella. "I heard one of the sweet young things told Mark he looked like her dad today," she said.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"You just seem really empathetic to her plight, you know?" Bella said with a shrug. She smiled. "You're amazing sometimes."
Mark shrugged. "Loss of identity, shattered self image. You seem pretty happy about what happened to her," he said as he turned to Bella. "She's just happy cause Stevens and O'Malley hit the skids."
Callie glared through her mask. "Didn't I tell you to not tell anybody?" She said.
"She's my girlfriend. She doesn't count."
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Lexie saw Grace with her dad. She walked over to Alex. "What is my dad doing here?" She asked.
Alex sighed. "Your dad came in drunk this morning. That's what I was trying to tell you earlier when you blew me off," he told her.
"So you run to Grace? The one person beside Meredith I asked you not to tell," Lexie said.
Alex rolled his eyes. "I was trying to help."
"Right."
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Grace and Bella walked over Lexie. Bella smiled slightly. "Your dad was in the ER Today," she said.
Lexie nodded and sighed. "I know."
"So you know he was drunk and he put his hand through a window?" Grace asked as she looked to her.
"Yeah. Anything else?"
Bella smiled. "I'll see you at home Grace. Got some charts to do," she said as she walked off.
Grace sighed and looked to her little sister. "I know it was Susan's birthday, and I'm sure it was a very hard day for the both of you. And he wasn't actually a problem. He was kind of charming. But ... he seemed very sad, and I'd hate to see it happen again. So maybe you should think about keeping a better eye on him," she said as she started to walk off.
Lexie scoffed. "Every day is my mother's birthday. My mother was born in march. He lied. He's a liar. And I'm glad. Really, I'm glad that you found him charming. I'm sure he was delightful. He's a blast after five drinks. Not so much after nine, though. He gets a little weepy and mean. He's a drunk, Grace. He probably came in and told you how wonderful you are, how sad he is that he doesn't get to spend more time with you. Yesterday he said that I was his favorite daughter. The day before, I was an ungrateful bitch. The week before, he wrote me a check for $20,000. Because he said I deserved everything life had to offer because he was so proud of me, a lifetime's worth of proud. So thank you for letting me know that I need to keep a better eye on him. Thanks," she said as she turned back from her sister.
Grace stood there and sighed. Things were just getting complicated now. And she didn't like it.
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Bella smiled as Mark walked into the house. She looked to him. "Are you okay?" She asked.
Mark nodded. "I can't stop thinking about you."
"Show me."
Mark smirked as he took Bella up to her bedroom. Once inside she began taking his clothes off, stopping him each time he reached for the buttons running up the center of her dress.
When he was down to his boxer briefs she dropped to her knees and pulled him free.
He made a light whimper, biting his lower lip as he watched her place him in her mouth.
Looking up at him, she bobbed her head, taking him deeper. He reached his hand to the back of her head, entangling it in her hair.
Bella released him, licking around his length and then took him back into her mouth, bobbing even deeper. Mark tightened his grip on her hair but left her in control.
"Fuck," He groaned when she took part of him down her throat and held him there for as long as she could before pulling off to gasp for air.
She repeated the maneuver three more times, holding him longer with each pass.
Mark's hips bucked and the grip on her hair tightened, stopping her from continuing longer.
He gently pulled to get her to her feet, pressing his lips firmly to hers as he walked her towards her bed, and spun her so her back pressed against his chest.
Holding her firmly in place with his left arm, he reached his right hand under the skirt of her dress and into her underwear, kissing her neck when she softly moaned.
Bella's arms lifted, reaching to hold onto the back of his head as she twisted to kiss him.
He used his ministrations to gauge her readiness, all while inching her closer to the bed.
Once he was satisfied he pushed her to all fours and leaned close enough to whisper in her ear. "Don't move."
Her heart raced as she waited, glancing over her shoulder when she heard him fumbling with a box.
He quickly slid the condom on and moved behind her. He lifted her dress pulling her underwear down without bothering to remove them, thrusting in harder and faster than she had expected.
"Fuck..." The word was inhaled.
"You ok?" The question had sounded sincere, but he hadn't slowed down.
"Yeah... uh huh." The breathy words were more moaned that spoken drawing a smirk from the man plowing into her.
Mark's pace had leveled out compared to his abrupt entry.
He appeared content with the position, something Bella wouldn't complain about since she was a fan herself.
His fingers slid to the front of her dress, slowly unfastening the buttons. His arm slipped around her waist, continuing to thrust as he pulled her so that her back pressed against his chest allowing him to tug the dress free from her arms and toss it to the floor.
Bella dropped to the bed again, groaning into her pillow when she felt her bra loosen around her ribcage. She wiggled it off, shoving the garment in the general direction of the floor.
More of his body weight pressed against her, an adjustment that only made each thrust feel more intense, as hands slid up her torso. She whimpered when her nipples were tweaked, bucking her hips against him.
He pinched slightly harder and she groaned, grumbling incoherently into the pillow.
Mark's hand gripped her hair, tugging to elevate her head. "What was that?"
"Do it again Sloan."
He chuckled, dropping his hold on her hair as his hands returned to her nipples. He was careful not to squeeze too hard, using the bouncing of her hips as a blueprint.
When he began circling the puckered peaks, much like he would a clit, her body stilled and her chest lifted for better access. Her moaning increasing in volume until he felt her tighten around him.
Mark lessened the touch as he coaxed her down, giving into his own release when she was close to collapsing on the bed.
Bella looked to him. She smiled. "That was well deserved," she said as she looked to him.
"It was."
Bella grinned. She looked to him. "I need to go pee. I'll be back in a second," she said as she climbed out of bed.
She walked into her bathroom and took out the pregnancy test she had bought on her way back. She took a deep breath as she took it.
She washed her hands and waited. "Baby, you okay?" Mark called.
"Y-Yeah. I'm good."
"Okay. I've ordered pizza."
Bella sighed. She picked up the test and saw the result. A plus sign.
Bella was pregnant.