Said and Done Chapter 2
Title: Said and Done/ Chapter 2
Author: Eros494
Type: Chapter Fic
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Rating: R
Characters: Mark/Derek
Summary: No real summary as of yet. I’m coming up with ideas as I go along. This could turn into anything at the moment.
Author: This is my first chapter story in a long time. I’ve been writing one-shots for about 5 months now. Chapter 3 will take a while to be posted. I think I was a little doped up on GA today and I couldn't resist writing these two chapters. Enjoy
Word Count: 1, 922
Edit: April 12, 2008 for mistakes
Late Night Calls
Mark threw his bloody gloves into the hazard disposal bin before removing his face mask and scrubs and dumping them inside too. No “good jobs” or “well done” or any words of thanks to the surgical team came from his lips as he left the O.R. that morning. He barely registered washing his hands, pulling his lab coat back on and walking through the corridors to the locker room to pack his things and leave before someone else tried to stop him. One surgery had turned into two: one that night when a car accident victim had been flown in and another, his scheduled tummy tuck and liposuction that had taken what energy he had left from him this morning. He was exhausted, utterly, and as he grabbed his helmet, leather jacket and sunglasses, he didn’t waste the usual amount of time doing rounds. Instead he picked a wide-eyed intern and gave him the grim duty.
“I want a full report when I return,” he said to the wide eyed boy who shivered and nodded vigorously before stalking away to get the job done. Mark pulled Alex aside and made it clear that he was to keep an eye on his interns. “Or I’ll find something else for you to do,” he said staring daggers at the other man. He didn’t give Alex a chance to respond with a cocky retort before he slouched into the elevator, pressing the button for the first floor and leaning against the back wall. His eyes closed as soon as the door did.
To his irritation the elevator stopped on the next floor. He righted his posture and leaned against the wall waiting for the doors to open. When they did he couldn’t stop the grin that came to his lips.
“Derek! Morning.”
Derek paused on the threshold and stared at him for a minute before slicking inside. “One,” he said indicating the floor.
“Already going that way,” Mark said leaning more leisurely against the back wall and turning his head to look at Derek. “I thought you had the day off.”
“I do. I had to come in to sign a form for a patient to be released.” Derek glanced at Mark’s face and rolled his eyes as he turned to look away. The cocky grin on the other man’s face was unbearable. “What? You don’t believe me?” he said crossing his arms over his chest.
“No, I believe you. Was this patient Meredith Grey?” he smirked turning completely now to face him. Derek stood to his full height and scowled at him. “I don’t want to hear her name come out of your mouth again Mark. You don’t know anything about Meredith and me. I’d prefer if you’d stop thinking you did.”
“Touchy this morning, are we? I guess I’m right.” He turned to face the door and smiled to himself.
Derek cocked a brow at him and moved to the side to distance himself from the other man. To his chagrin , Mark’s next words took him completely off guard.
“She’s doing this to you because she knows you’re desperate Derek. She has you on a short leash.”
“I am not on a leash,” Derek snapped. He reached across Mark and stopped the elevator. The ringing of the emergency alarms blared around them like a ticking time bomb. He stepped closer to Mark and stopped barely inches from his face. “I’m not on a leash and I’m not desperate. You don’t know a damn thing about me or you’d know that.”
“You’re right. I don’t know a damn thing about you,” Mark said, tiredness gone now. His pulse raced in his chest as he looked into Derek’s eyes. “The Derek I knew wouldn’t let a woman treat him the way Meredith is treating you. The Derek I knew wouldn’t pretend to be fine when he knew he isn’t and the Derek I used to know wouldn’t visit a hospital on his day off just so that he could run into a woman who couldn’t give a da…urghh”
Mark stumbled backward and fell into the wall as Derek’s fist collided with the side of his face. “Shut the fuck up!” Derek hissed. His chest rose up and down with each forced breath he took.
Mark wiped the blood from his lips and looked at Derek. The bastard, he thought looking at his redden fingertips. There was only so much of this shit he could take and Derek was riding the fence between getting his ass kicked and being put in line verbally. He might do both.
The trill of the alarm that he had blocked out before seemed to penetrate his ear drums and burst into his brain like a rampaging bull in pursuit of prey. His headache along with the pain in his jaw where Derek’s fist had collided made him lean heavily on the wall to remain standing. He could care less if Derek watched him now; saw the way his eyes closed in defeat. He was tired and weak and the last thing he’d hoped for this morning was a sprawl with Derek in the hospital’s elevator.
Derek pressed the emergency stop button and the ringing stopped causing the elevator to lurch and lower around them. Though he tried to keep his eyes away from the other man, who was now nursing a busted lip, he couldn’t. His eyes remained on his back as they descended floor by floor to the first.
Derek stuffed his fists into his front pockets and looked at the neon yellow numbers above the door than back at Mark. As the numbers descended so did the beating of his heart until it was back at its normal pace.
Why hadn’t he hit him back? Derek thought looking at Mark’s back now that he had insisted on turning completely away. He’d just taken it. Why?
The elevator jolted to a stop and the door spread wide for them to exit.
“What going on here?” Richard said. Both Mark and Derek looked around at the chief whose eye’s bore into them like lasers. Standing just behind him was Meredith, Cristina and Izzie who looked as if they’d just arrived. All of them stared wide eyed at the scene before them.
Mark’s eyes rested on Meredith and then on Derek who continued to look at the chief. He was telling the truth. Shit!
“Nothing sir,” Derek said smiling weakly. “I was just on my way out.”
“Sloan?” Richard said looking at him now. Mark lowered his head as he pulled on his leather jacket and tucked his bike helmet underneath his arm. “Nothing sir. Just leaving as well.”
He pushed past them all and left the hospital without a backwards glance. He felt like a real ass; an ass that had finally spoken his mind, but an ass all the same. Climbing onto his bike, he revved the engine and headed toward home.
xxxxxx
Derek closed the trailer door behind him as he stepped inside his trailer. He didn’t reach to turn on the lights. Instead he walked to the bedroom in the dark. He pulled off his shoes and threw them into a corner. Removing his shirt and pants he flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes.
The trailer was quiet, cold and desolate--and it smelled of Addison’s perfume.
After a few minutes to spray Ousts around the tiny room Derek clambered into the shower and fifteen minutes later climbed back out to search for a towel to dry with.
He’d just found one underneath his bed when there was a knock on the door.
Derek’s house was by no means accessible from the main highway so the person outside wouldn’t have driven by, by mistake or figured this a great place to stop to ask for directions. Having anyone other than the mail guy or a sells representative coming to his house was pretty unusual so he took his time answering the door.
“Who is it?” he asked standing next to the door in a towel; his hair dripped water down his back.
“It’s Meredith.”
Meredith? Why would she be at his house this time of night? Not that it was weird or anything. This wasn’t the first time that she’d visited him in the dead of night, but she was suppose to be on call tonight and for every night until the end of the week. Something had to be wrong.
Opening the door he stepped aside as she stepped inside and he couldn’t pretend to not see the way she looked at his chest as she walked in. Instantly his mouth dried and his heart began to race. Was this the way it was always going to be around her? Would she always have this affect on him?
“I can’t stay long,” she said leaning against the kitchen counter as she turned to face him.
“It’s no problem. What’s wrong?” he said tightening the cotton towel around his waist. He didn’t want to tempt her into more breakup sex since the other made their breaking up more difficult than he intended.
“What are we doing? What is this?”
Derek stared open mouthed at her and his eyes softened as he looked at the frazzled women before him.
“You tell me,” he said sitting on the sofa in the living room and looking at her in the “kitchen.” The trailer was so small; they pretty much were one in the same. “You broke up with me Meredith.”
“I know. But you wanted that didn’t you. You were okay with it?”
“Were you?” he asked.
Meredith looked away from him and shook her head. “This can’t happen, Derek. We need to stop doing this to each other. We’re always back and forth.”
“I like back and forth,” he said smiling innocently. She looked at him and pouted. “But it can’t last.”
“Why can’t it?”
“Because love, it doesn’t last. Cristina and Burke didn’t last. Izzie and Danny didn’t last. This,” she pointed to the ground. “This isn’t going to last.”
“You can’t compare what we have to what they had Meredith. He stood and moved to her side and gripped her hips. “Everyone has their trial and problems. They either overcome them or go their separate ways. What do you want?”
“I…I don’t know.” She looked toward the floor. “I have to go.” She pulled away from his side and moved toward the door. “We’ll talk tomorrow okay?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Moments later she was gone.
She has you on a leash Derek.
“I’m not on a leash,” he whispered to himself, Mark’s words coming to him as he finished drying and dressing. He sat on the foot of his bed and stared at the phone. He needed a drink, but he didn’t want to be in a crowd.
“We’re still on for that drink then?”
Derek picked up the phone and dialed a number he’d never thought he’d dial--not until his life was in danger at least, but even then he’d rather die than call it. He listened to the ring tone on the end until a man’s tenor voice answered.
“So, you’re done being an ass?” Mark asked from the other end of the line.
“Are you done being a psychiatrist?” Derek retorted back. A light chuckle answered in response.
“My jaw still hurts.”
“I have ice.”
“I have beer.”
“Good.
“Good.”
Derek hung the phone up and fell onto his back.
What the hell was he doing?
Author: Eros494
Type: Chapter Fic
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Rating: R
Characters: Mark/Derek
Summary: No real summary as of yet. I’m coming up with ideas as I go along. This could turn into anything at the moment.
Author: This is my first chapter story in a long time. I’ve been writing one-shots for about 5 months now. Chapter 3 will take a while to be posted. I think I was a little doped up on GA today and I couldn't resist writing these two chapters. Enjoy
Word Count: 1, 922
Edit: April 12, 2008 for mistakes
Late Night Calls
Mark threw his bloody gloves into the hazard disposal bin before removing his face mask and scrubs and dumping them inside too. No “good jobs” or “well done” or any words of thanks to the surgical team came from his lips as he left the O.R. that morning. He barely registered washing his hands, pulling his lab coat back on and walking through the corridors to the locker room to pack his things and leave before someone else tried to stop him. One surgery had turned into two: one that night when a car accident victim had been flown in and another, his scheduled tummy tuck and liposuction that had taken what energy he had left from him this morning. He was exhausted, utterly, and as he grabbed his helmet, leather jacket and sunglasses, he didn’t waste the usual amount of time doing rounds. Instead he picked a wide-eyed intern and gave him the grim duty.
“I want a full report when I return,” he said to the wide eyed boy who shivered and nodded vigorously before stalking away to get the job done. Mark pulled Alex aside and made it clear that he was to keep an eye on his interns. “Or I’ll find something else for you to do,” he said staring daggers at the other man. He didn’t give Alex a chance to respond with a cocky retort before he slouched into the elevator, pressing the button for the first floor and leaning against the back wall. His eyes closed as soon as the door did.
To his irritation the elevator stopped on the next floor. He righted his posture and leaned against the wall waiting for the doors to open. When they did he couldn’t stop the grin that came to his lips.
“Derek! Morning.”
Derek paused on the threshold and stared at him for a minute before slicking inside. “One,” he said indicating the floor.
“Already going that way,” Mark said leaning more leisurely against the back wall and turning his head to look at Derek. “I thought you had the day off.”
“I do. I had to come in to sign a form for a patient to be released.” Derek glanced at Mark’s face and rolled his eyes as he turned to look away. The cocky grin on the other man’s face was unbearable. “What? You don’t believe me?” he said crossing his arms over his chest.
“No, I believe you. Was this patient Meredith Grey?” he smirked turning completely now to face him. Derek stood to his full height and scowled at him. “I don’t want to hear her name come out of your mouth again Mark. You don’t know anything about Meredith and me. I’d prefer if you’d stop thinking you did.”
“Touchy this morning, are we? I guess I’m right.” He turned to face the door and smiled to himself.
Derek cocked a brow at him and moved to the side to distance himself from the other man. To his chagrin , Mark’s next words took him completely off guard.
“She’s doing this to you because she knows you’re desperate Derek. She has you on a short leash.”
“I am not on a leash,” Derek snapped. He reached across Mark and stopped the elevator. The ringing of the emergency alarms blared around them like a ticking time bomb. He stepped closer to Mark and stopped barely inches from his face. “I’m not on a leash and I’m not desperate. You don’t know a damn thing about me or you’d know that.”
“You’re right. I don’t know a damn thing about you,” Mark said, tiredness gone now. His pulse raced in his chest as he looked into Derek’s eyes. “The Derek I knew wouldn’t let a woman treat him the way Meredith is treating you. The Derek I knew wouldn’t pretend to be fine when he knew he isn’t and the Derek I used to know wouldn’t visit a hospital on his day off just so that he could run into a woman who couldn’t give a da…urghh”
Mark stumbled backward and fell into the wall as Derek’s fist collided with the side of his face. “Shut the fuck up!” Derek hissed. His chest rose up and down with each forced breath he took.
Mark wiped the blood from his lips and looked at Derek. The bastard, he thought looking at his redden fingertips. There was only so much of this shit he could take and Derek was riding the fence between getting his ass kicked and being put in line verbally. He might do both.
The trill of the alarm that he had blocked out before seemed to penetrate his ear drums and burst into his brain like a rampaging bull in pursuit of prey. His headache along with the pain in his jaw where Derek’s fist had collided made him lean heavily on the wall to remain standing. He could care less if Derek watched him now; saw the way his eyes closed in defeat. He was tired and weak and the last thing he’d hoped for this morning was a sprawl with Derek in the hospital’s elevator.
Derek pressed the emergency stop button and the ringing stopped causing the elevator to lurch and lower around them. Though he tried to keep his eyes away from the other man, who was now nursing a busted lip, he couldn’t. His eyes remained on his back as they descended floor by floor to the first.
Derek stuffed his fists into his front pockets and looked at the neon yellow numbers above the door than back at Mark. As the numbers descended so did the beating of his heart until it was back at its normal pace.
Why hadn’t he hit him back? Derek thought looking at Mark’s back now that he had insisted on turning completely away. He’d just taken it. Why?
The elevator jolted to a stop and the door spread wide for them to exit.
“What going on here?” Richard said. Both Mark and Derek looked around at the chief whose eye’s bore into them like lasers. Standing just behind him was Meredith, Cristina and Izzie who looked as if they’d just arrived. All of them stared wide eyed at the scene before them.
Mark’s eyes rested on Meredith and then on Derek who continued to look at the chief. He was telling the truth. Shit!
“Nothing sir,” Derek said smiling weakly. “I was just on my way out.”
“Sloan?” Richard said looking at him now. Mark lowered his head as he pulled on his leather jacket and tucked his bike helmet underneath his arm. “Nothing sir. Just leaving as well.”
He pushed past them all and left the hospital without a backwards glance. He felt like a real ass; an ass that had finally spoken his mind, but an ass all the same. Climbing onto his bike, he revved the engine and headed toward home.
xxxxxx
Derek closed the trailer door behind him as he stepped inside his trailer. He didn’t reach to turn on the lights. Instead he walked to the bedroom in the dark. He pulled off his shoes and threw them into a corner. Removing his shirt and pants he flopped down on the bed and closed his eyes.
The trailer was quiet, cold and desolate--and it smelled of Addison’s perfume.
After a few minutes to spray Ousts around the tiny room Derek clambered into the shower and fifteen minutes later climbed back out to search for a towel to dry with.
He’d just found one underneath his bed when there was a knock on the door.
Derek’s house was by no means accessible from the main highway so the person outside wouldn’t have driven by, by mistake or figured this a great place to stop to ask for directions. Having anyone other than the mail guy or a sells representative coming to his house was pretty unusual so he took his time answering the door.
“Who is it?” he asked standing next to the door in a towel; his hair dripped water down his back.
“It’s Meredith.”
Meredith? Why would she be at his house this time of night? Not that it was weird or anything. This wasn’t the first time that she’d visited him in the dead of night, but she was suppose to be on call tonight and for every night until the end of the week. Something had to be wrong.
Opening the door he stepped aside as she stepped inside and he couldn’t pretend to not see the way she looked at his chest as she walked in. Instantly his mouth dried and his heart began to race. Was this the way it was always going to be around her? Would she always have this affect on him?
“I can’t stay long,” she said leaning against the kitchen counter as she turned to face him.
“It’s no problem. What’s wrong?” he said tightening the cotton towel around his waist. He didn’t want to tempt her into more breakup sex since the other made their breaking up more difficult than he intended.
“What are we doing? What is this?”
Derek stared open mouthed at her and his eyes softened as he looked at the frazzled women before him.
“You tell me,” he said sitting on the sofa in the living room and looking at her in the “kitchen.” The trailer was so small; they pretty much were one in the same. “You broke up with me Meredith.”
“I know. But you wanted that didn’t you. You were okay with it?”
“Were you?” he asked.
Meredith looked away from him and shook her head. “This can’t happen, Derek. We need to stop doing this to each other. We’re always back and forth.”
“I like back and forth,” he said smiling innocently. She looked at him and pouted. “But it can’t last.”
“Why can’t it?”
“Because love, it doesn’t last. Cristina and Burke didn’t last. Izzie and Danny didn’t last. This,” she pointed to the ground. “This isn’t going to last.”
“You can’t compare what we have to what they had Meredith. He stood and moved to her side and gripped her hips. “Everyone has their trial and problems. They either overcome them or go their separate ways. What do you want?”
“I…I don’t know.” She looked toward the floor. “I have to go.” She pulled away from his side and moved toward the door. “We’ll talk tomorrow okay?” She didn’t wait for an answer. Moments later she was gone.
She has you on a leash Derek.
“I’m not on a leash,” he whispered to himself, Mark’s words coming to him as he finished drying and dressing. He sat on the foot of his bed and stared at the phone. He needed a drink, but he didn’t want to be in a crowd.
“We’re still on for that drink then?”
Derek picked up the phone and dialed a number he’d never thought he’d dial--not until his life was in danger at least, but even then he’d rather die than call it. He listened to the ring tone on the end until a man’s tenor voice answered.
“So, you’re done being an ass?” Mark asked from the other end of the line.
“Are you done being a psychiatrist?” Derek retorted back. A light chuckle answered in response.
“My jaw still hurts.”
“I have ice.”
“I have beer.”
“Good.
“Good.”
Derek hung the phone up and fell onto his back.
What the hell was he doing?