Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and its characters aren't mine.

Summary: Meredith is broken and is in need of some serious fixing. Little did she know all she needed was a man whore from New York. MerMark.

Meredith Elizabeth Grey was alone.

She had just found out the man she came to love, was married. She was a mistress, a dirty whore.

So, she did the one thing she did best, run. She looks back to see Derek screaming her name, begging her to return. She just ran with tears of hurt and humiliation pouring down her face.

She ran across the street to Joe's Bar for a drink, or ten. She didn't want to feel, she was tired of it. Whenever she puts herself out there she only ever gets hurt. She's given up on a happy ending again. The dream she once was had was broken, shattered. She would never get the prince charming who sweeps her of her feet and treats as well as she deserves. She was a broken woman, much more than anyone realizes. Derek was just the straw that broke the camels back. So as she sat on at the bar with a shot glass in one hand and she looked at the faded slashes on wrists she made many years ago and felt the sudden urge to reopen those wounds. She felt the need to pick a razor and slash her wrists under her eyes were blurred with her salty tears and her arms covered in so much blood that she couldn't tell where she cut.

Meredith needed saving, and she had no idea that one thing that could save her was about to walk through the doors of that dirty old bar she frequented far too often.