This is a MerMark fic. Please read and review! Rated M just in case, but there's nothing really bad in there. I do not own any part of Grey's Anatomy. sigh If I did, well, let's just say things might be a little different.

The next morning, a very hung-over Meredith went downstairs and into the kitchen with a scowl on her face. "Good morning sunshine," Izzie said, beaming at her. Meredith just groaned. George had been eating a bowl of cereal at the table, but he now made a disgruntled noise and stalked away.

Meredith looked at his retreating back with a confused look on her face. "What did I do to him now?" she asked. "Oh, he's just mad because you came home with McSteamy last night. Speaking of which, what happened between you two?" Izzie was full of glee, waiting to hear some juicy stuff about Meredith's latest escapades.

Meredith laughed, amused by Izzie's excitement. She strained her memory to remember last night. When she did, she groaned and sat down, putting her head in her hands. "Ooh, that bad huh?" Izzie asked sympathetically. "Yep. That bad." Meredith answered. "You know what would make you feel better?" Izzie asked. "What?" "Sharing," Izzie said simply.

"Izzie!" Meredith said, but she was smiling. "Oh come on, Mer. You know you want to tell someone. So tell me. Pleeeease?" she begged in a whiny voice. "Ok, ok. Fine. I'll tell." "Yay!!" Izzie clapped her hands together. "So did you guys have sex?" she asked eagerly. Meredith shook her head. "Hmm. So he was telling the truth." "What do you mean?" Meredith asked. "Well," Izzie said, "when he brought you home, he said that nothing happened between you two." Meredith chuckled. "I wouldn't exactly call it nothing." "So what are the highlights?"

"Well, when he came in, I kept calling him a man-whore." "That's not that big of a deal. I think everyone's called him that at some point." "I was yelling it out through the bar," Meredith said glumly. "Oh. Well, that's a little worse. But not too terrible." "Oh don't worry, it gets a whole lot worse. He asked me what was wrong, and I said I wasn't drunk enough to talk about that yet so…" "So of course he got you more drunk," Izzie said. "Yep. So when I was more drunk, I started crying and told him about being sad about Derek." Izzie winced. "And I'm sure he made an inappropriate joke or something, right?"

Meredith shook her head. "Actually, no. He was really caring and understanding. He actually understood how I felt. And when he looked at me, it was so tender." By that last sentence, Meredith was murmuring to herself. But Izzie still heard. "Oh. My. God." Meredith looked up at her. "What? What is it?" Izzie gave her a pitying look. "You like him, don't you?"

Meredith laughed nervously. "What? That's insane. You're insane. Like Mark? McSteamy? No, of course not. He's a man-whore. This whole thing with Derek is partly his fault. No, of course I don't like him." It seemed that she was trying to convince herself more than Izzie. "Ok, so what else happened?" Izzie asked, trying to change the subject. Meredith told her of the other embarrassing things that happened.

Later, at the hospital, Meredith was looking at a new patient's chart. Mark, seeing Meredith, walked over and leaned against the wall. "Hey there, karaoke queen," he said with a chuckle. Meredith gave him a disgusted look. "Karaoke queen? That's really lame, Dr. Sloan." Mark laughed. "Yeah, I know. I couldn't come up with anything else. And Dr. Sloan? I think we know each other well enough to call each other by our first names."

"That's where you're wrong. We do not know each other at all. And it needs to stay that way," Meredith said firmly. "No first names." Mark smirked. "Really? We don't know each other? Have you forgotten that you sat on my lap and kissed me?" "Oh, I remember that." Meredith said. "I also remember that after kissing you, I was so drunk that I fell on the floor. Have you forgotten that?" Meredith said, smirking herself.

"Well, some people say that you're your true self when you're drunk. So maybe your true self was telling you that you want me." "Hmph. I don't believe that." Meredith said. Mark opened his mouth to speak, but Meredith cut him off. "I-I have to go," she said hurriedly, and walked quickly away. What happened to her? Mark wondered. Then he saw Derek walking toward him. Oh. She still cares about him. I forgot. For some reason, Mark felt hurt that Meredith cared about Derek.

But I shouldn't feel hurt. It's not like Meredith and I are together or something, he told himself."Hey, Mark." Derek greeted him. "Hi Derek," Mark said uncomfortably, for he had just been imaging what it would be like if Derek didn't exist, and he had Meredith and Addison all to himself. "How come you were talking to Meredith?" Derek asked. "Oh, just small talk," Mark said casually. "Oh. Ok then." Derek said, then walked away.

Just then, a hot nurse walked up to Mark. "Hey there, handsome," she said with a smirk. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometime. We could go to my place. Hang out. Do different…stuff." Her naughty look told Mark the nature of the stuff she wanted to do.

An image of Meredith popped into his mind. He knew he'd feel guilty if he slept with the nurse, even though he shouldn't. "Sorry, but I can't." Mark said. "Oh, ok then," the nurse said and walked away. Mark sighed ran his fingers through his hair. "What the hell has Meredith done to me?" he muttered to himself.

"All right, interns gather round," Bailey said. "Yang, you're with Burke." "Stevens, with Dr. Sloan." Oh thank god, Meredith thought. That means that I'm not with him. Nothing could be worse. She was wrong. "Grey, you're with Shepherd." "Which one?" Meredith asked, dreading the answer. "The brain surgeon," Bailey answered. Her facial expression showed that she felt bad for Meredith. "Anyway," she continued, "Karev, you're with the other Dr. Shepherd, and O'Malley, you're with the other Dr. O'Malley."

The interns all split up. Meredith walked up to Bailey. "Why are you still here?" she asked. "Um, Dr. Bailey, I was wondering if I could switch wi-" "No. Sorry Grey, but that's just how it is. You're not gonna be able to avoid Shepherd forever." Meredith sighed. "Yeah, I know." And she walked away.

Meredith found Derek and walked up to him. "Meredith. Hi. What is it?" Derek asked. "Um, I'm your intern today." "Oh. Ok. Great," he said, trying to sound happy. "Meredith," he began. "No, Derek. Don't. Let's just be co-workers, ok?" Meredith asked in a pleading tone. "Ok," Derek nodded. "You're probably right. It'll be better that way. Now let's go see our first patient, shall we?"

Mark saw Izzie walking up to him. Damn, he thought. He'd been hoping to get Meredith. Oh well. "Hello Dr. Stevens." "Dr. Sloan." As they worked, Mark saw Izzie staring at him curiously. When they had some free time, he brought up the subject. "Is something the matter, Dr. Stevens?" "What? Why?" "Well, because you've been giving me really weird looks all day. Do you deny it?"

Izzie thought for a moment. "No, I don't deny it. I'm just surprised, actually." "Surprised? At what?" "Well, this entire time, you haven't said anything inappropriate to me. Or to anyone else. And every time we pass Meredith, your whole face lights up." Mark felt himself blushing. "I have no idea what you're talking about." "Oh yeah, than why are you blushing?" Izzie asked with a grin. "I'm not blushing!" he said indignantly. "You like Meredith don't you?" Izzie asked triumphantly. "What? N-no. Of course not." But Izzie was looking irritatingly triumphant.

They were quiet for a while. Then. "Hey, Izzie?" "Yes?" "Umm, don't repeat this conversation to Meredith, please." "Why?" Izzie asked. "Because you don't want her to know that you like her?" "No," Mark snapped. "I don't like her. I just don't want her to get the wrong idea." "Right. Fine, I won't tell Meredith that you like her." "Thank you. That's all I- Hey wait a second!" Mark exclaimed. Izzie was smiling. "I just got you to admit that you like Meredith," she sang. "No. No. I was just confused!" "Uh-huh. Suuuure. Whatever you say." And she laughed at the flustered look on Mark's face.

While Izzie was torturing Mark, Addison was questioning Alex. "So," Addison said. "Does Meredith like anyone?" Alex looked at her like she was insane. "Why?" He asked. "Are you interested in her or something?" Addison gave him a disgusted look. "Get your mind out of the gutters, Karev," she snapped.

"I'm asking because Derek is worried about her." Alex's face hardened. "Oh, he's worried about her, huh? That's so nice of him. It makes up for everything he's done to her," he said sarcastically. "That's my husband you're talking about, you know," Addison replied angrily. "Yeah, your husband who broke Meredith's heart." There was an uncomfortable silence. Addison couldn't defend her husband. Alex was right in blaming him. She sighed.

"Well, anyway, like I was saying, does she like anyone?" Addison asked again. "Umm…" Alex wasn't sure what to say. Meredith had told him about the Mark thing, and he had a feeling that she liked him, which she of course denied. But he wasn't about to tell Addison this. His loyalty was with his friend. "No, she doesn't like anyone right now," he answered without looking Addison in the eye.

"Oh," she said quietly. "That's too bad." "Hey, don't worry about Meredith, ok? She'll be fine." Alex said. Addison nodded, but she didn't seem too convinced. She felt bad for taking Derek away from Meredith and felt that she had to do all she could to make Meredith happy again.

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