Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy in any shape or form. But I do own my OC.

Title: Trauma Everywhere

Author: Original Huntress

Pairings: Mark/OC.

Summary: Getting a job at Seattle Grace Hospital, one of the top trauma centers in the Unites States, is a dream come true for any trauma surgeon, including Annabelle. Hoping to finally find her footing, the attending moves to rainy Seattle to begin her job as the new Chief of Trauma Surgery. What she does not expect, however, is all the complications and relationships taking place there. Mark/OC. Post 3x03 AU.

A/N: Okay, so,I thought I'd try my hand at writing a Grey's Anatomy fan-fiction. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

This will start in 3x04 'What I Am', and will continue throughout the course of the show.

Trauma Everywhere

Chapter One

What I Am

A beautiful woman stepped out of her car, halting in her tracks for a second to look at the hospital before her. She was wearing light blue, ripped jeans, a white loose tank top, an elegant beige jacket and brown high heels, and her dark brown hair was braided down the side and was resting over her shoulder. To add a more elegant touch, her neck was decorated with a beautiful silver necklace with multiple beige stones hanging in a downward pyramid, and her ears were decorated with matching earrings. Unable to hide her smile at the thought of working there, she closed the doors and made sure to lock them before proceeding to walk towards the hospital. Once she neared the sign 'Seattle Grace Hospital', she stopped for a second, a small smile growing on her lips once again. Finally, she thought, finally I get to work at a real trauma center. About time, too.

A familiar ringtone snapped her out of her thoughts, and she quickly reached into her purse that matched her shoes' color, digging around for a second or two before pulling her phone out and grinning as she read the message. 'Kick some ass.'

Shaking her head with the smile still on her lips, she began to walk towards the entrance with her eyes still on the cellphone screen. However, she only managed to walk a few feet before bumping into someone's side. The only reason she could make out that it was someone's side was because she was quite sure that her nose hit a shoulder.

"Whoa," she heard a male voice exclaim quietly as hands caught her by her arms and helped her regain balance before she fell.

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed, gripping onto the person's forearms, quickly balancing herself, "I am so sorry, I..." she trailed off as she looked up at the person, only to see a very handsome face with shockingly bright blue eyes.

"No harm done," the man replied, flashing her an award-winning, flirtatious smile. He seemed to be only a few years older than her and was very well built, and had dark-ish short hair, mustache and beard that suited him very well.

"Uh... you can let go now," she said in an obvious tone, glancing down at the hands that were still holding on to her forearms.

"Yeah, I know," the man said, the smile remaining on his face as he kept his grip.

"O-kay," the woman said, smiling as she pulled her arms away and turned around to proceed walking into the hospital.

"Relax, I was kidding," the man jogged up to her, looking down at her with a smile.

"I'm sure you were," she said, not even glancing at him as she continued to walk forward, stopping as the man reached around her to hold the door open for her, "Thank you," she said, glancing up at him for a second before walking inside. She heard the man follow her, but decided to pay it no mind as her eyes fell on a nurse passing by. "Excuse me. Chief Webber's office?"

"Dr. Wyatt?" a male voice interrupted the nurse, who opened her mouth to answer, and Dr. Wyatt looked up, only to see an African-American man around his 60's in a doctor's lab coat walking toward them.

"Chief Webber?" Dr. Wyatt asked, smiling as he smiled and nodded, and walking towards him with her hand extended, which Chief Webber grasped in his own with a smile.

"Dr. Sloan," he added as he looked over Dr. Wyatt's shoulder, and she furrowed her eyebrows before turning around, only to see the man she bumped into a few minutes earlier stepping toward them.

"Dr. Sloan?" she asked, and the man looked down at her as he stopped beside her.

"Mark," he said, holding out his hand, which she shook after a few seconds.

"Annabelle," she said with a small smile, which he returned before they both turned to the Chief.

"Come with me," he said with a kind smile, and the two doctors followed him as he proceeded to walk down the hallway, "Now, first off, I would like you both to know how thrilled I am to have you here. I know you are both beyond excellent in your fields of work, and it is an honor to have you at Seattle Grace,"

"Just out of curiosity..." Mark cut in, before looking at Annabelle. "What is your field of work, Dr. Wyatt?"

"I'm a trauma surgeon," she replied with a small smile.

"About to be Chief of Trauma Surgery here," Dr. Webber added, and Mark let out a low whistle.

"Trauma, huh? That's pretty hardcore,"

"I'm a hardcore girl," Annabelle replied with the smallest of smirks, before turning back to Dr. Webber as Mark eyed her for a few more seconds before also turning his attention to the Chief.

"Now, as you both know, this is a teaching hospital. And while it is the residents who are in charge of their interns' education, the interns will also look to attendings, they will look to you, for further education and answers. Dr. Wyatt," Dr. Webber turned to Annabelle, "You already signed all the papers and the board already has everything they want, so why don't you go change and proceed to the E.R.? All the doctors have already been informed of your arrival. Dr. Sloan, the board would like to meet with you before you start,"

"Alright. Thank you again," Annabelle smiled, to which Dr. Webber also smiled, before turning the corner and proceeding to find the attendings' lounge.

After finally finding the attendings' lounge, Annabelle walked down the hallway in her attending navy blue uniform and white coat with her name sewn onto it, planning to head to the E.R. She stopped, however, once she reached a spot where she saw multiple interns and a resident. However, the resident stuck out to her as she remembered how she asked one of the nurses to describe to her quickly the physical appearances of the most important doctors, not necessarily attendings but rather those that Chief Webber held in high regard.

"Dr. Bailey?" she asked, and a short dark-skinned woman with short, dark brown hair and bangs turned around to look at her expectantly.

"Can I help you?"

"I just wanted to introduce myself," Annabelle smiled, before extending her hand. "I'm Dr. Wyatt,"

"Oh. Right, of course," Dr. Bailey quickly gathered herself before shaking Annabelle's hand, "The Chief did say that you were arriving today, welcome. Uh, everyone," she called to the interns around her, who all turned their heads to give her their full attention. "This is Dr. Wyatt, our new Chief of Trauma Surgery,"

"It's a pleasure," Annabelle nodded with a smile, which was mostly returned. However, one intern rose his eyebrows.

"Our Head of Trauma is a girl? Seriously?" he muttered, though he then realized that everyone heard him very clearly.

"Karev," Dr. Bailey growled, and the young man quickly collected himself as his eyes widened before they traveled to Annabelle, who simply stared at him.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Oh, no, it's fine. As I already had to tell one man today, trauma is a hardcore area. But I'm a hardcore girl. So you can say whatever you want to to me. I can take it," Annabelle said just as a very handsome man in an attending's uniform with amazing black hair who seemed to be a few years older than her approached them. As he walked over to one of the interns who was sitting on an armrest of one of the chairs, looking quite pale, Annabelle continued to look at the intern who commented a few seconds earlier, along with Dr. Bailey.

"Karev, you-" Dr. Bailey began in a hard voice that even gave Annabelle the chills.

"It's alright, Dr. Bailey. Let the intern talk. He'll learn soon enough," she said.

"Dr. Shepherd," Dr. Bailey called as she continued to stare at Dr. Karev, who kept his gaze down, not willing to antagonize his resident any further.

"Yes?" the handsome attending asked, turning around and walking over to them.

"This is our new Chief of Trauma,"

"Annabelle Wyatt," Annabelle smiled, extending her hand.

"Oh, right, of course. Derek Shepherd," Derek smiled, shaking her hand just as a beautiful woman with shoulder-length red hair and a slim figure, seeming to be the only doctor in the hospital not wearing a uniform but rather ordinary elegant clothes with a doctor's lab coat over that, walked over.

"The famous neurosurgeon?"

"That'd be me," Derek chuckled, and Annabelle smiled.

"It's an honor,"

"Likewise,"

"Dr. Wyatt, this is Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd, our Head of OB/GYN," Dr. Bailey said, and Annabelle turned around at the same time as the red-haired woman, giving her a polite smile.

"Annabelle,"

"Addison," Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd gave a small smile as she shook Annabelle's hand, before turning to look at Dr. Bailey, "Dr. Bailey, can I get..." she trailed off as her eyes drifted to the hallway in front of her, "Oh, my God," she mumbled, and Annabelle's brows furrowed as she, along with everyone else, turned around to follow her gaze. The only thing she saw was Mark, now in his lab coat, shaking hands with members of the board.

"Oh... my... God," Derek said as he stared at Mark, putting his hands on his hips.

"Oh, my God," the intern sitting on the armrest groaned in pain.

"Is that..." one of the interns trailed off, while another grinned.

"McSteamy,"

"McWho?" Annabelle asked, but before anyone could answer her, the intern sitting on the armrest hunched over and threw up.

"What..." Dr. Bailey trailed off as she quickly walked over to her.

"No, Mr. Sullivan, don't light that!" one of the interns yelled and attempted to run towards one of the rooms, but didn't have the time to do so as the patient in the room proceeded to light his cigarette, only for the fire to explode in his face upon the amount of oxygen in the room and on the patient.

Everyone jumped back with a few exclaims of shock, covering their faces and eyes as the bright fire blinded them all for a few seconds.

"Somebody get a fire extinguisher!" Derek yelled, already running towards the patient's room as he hobbled around, his face and shoulders on fire.

"Call a code red!" Annabelle called, running towards the room with two male interns, the trauma surgeon within her already kicking in.

"Make sure he has an airway. Sir, can you hear me? Sir?" Mark asked Mr. Sullivan, who was now lying on a gurney, patched up as much as possible and bagged by Dr. Bailey, his entire face burned to a third degree, surrounded by multiple doctors.

"No, he's out," Annabelle spoke up, standing on the other side of the patient's head. "Must have hit his head. There's a small hematoma in the occipital region,"

"Get him to the burn unit till he's stabilized and then get a C.T.," Mark ordered Dr. Bailey. "Go,"

"Right away, Doctor. Come on," Dr. Bailey said, before she and three other doctors proceeded to move the patient down the hallway.

"So," Mark started as he took at few steps towards Annabelle, putting his hands in his pockets. "I guess you weren't kidding when you said that you're a hardcore girl. You - quite literally - just jumped into a fire,"

"Yeah, well... It seems like we both have a few things to learn about each other... McSteamy," she said with a small smile/smirk before turning around to walk towards the main lobby, leaving Mark to stare after her for a few seconds before being approached by the Chief.

"Will you look after her, please?" was the first thing Annabelle heard as walked into the lobby, seeing Derek with the two female interns from before.

"Mm-hmm," the Asian young woman with long black hair hummed just as Annabelle came to a stop beside her and Derek started walking toward Mark and Dr. Webber. "You think I'd miss this?"

"And you two are...?" Annabelle asked the two interns, who immediately turned to look at her.

"Oh, Cristina Yang," the brunette intern introduced herself quickly, shaking Annabelle's hand vigorously.

"Meredith Grey," the other intern introduced herself weakly.

"Grey? As in-"

"Ellis Grey, yeah, she's my mother," the intern cut her off weakly, and Annabelle nodded, deciding to let the young blonde relax since she seemed to be in a very bad shape.

"And you?" Annabelle asked, looking at one of the male interns from before, who just walked over to them. He was quite short for a man, only about two or three inches taller than Annabelle, who is 5'3 1/2", with short brown hair, looking like quite an awkward person.

"George O'Malley," he introduced himself and shook Annabelle's hand.

"What kind of idiot lights a cigarette in a hospital?" Chief Webber questioned.

"Apparently, people do idiotic things all the time," Derek said as he walked over to Dr. Webber and Mark, who both stilled as he approached them, "Chief. Chief!" Derek called as Dr. Webber started heading up the stairs, chasing after him, just as Addison walked over to Mark.

"I thought you were going back to New York," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I thought it was time for a change," Mark said.

"You can't do this. You can't be here,"

"Sure I can. It was easy. Sublet the apartment, sold the practice,"

"He's a liar, and a cheat," Annabelle and the three interns looked up as they heard Derek hiss the words to the Chief as they stood on the balcony above them.

"The man is one of the finest plastic surgeons in this country. His department will generate twice the revenue neurosurgery does," Dr. Webber replied as Meredith leaned her head on George's shoulder weakly.

"Money, that's why he's here?"

"Why do you think I'm here?" the four doctors heard Mark's voice again, and looked over at him and Addison.

"This? This is why I left you," Addison said, and Annabelle raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"I thought you left me for Derek," Mark said.

"I left New York because of him," Derek said with anger clear in his voice.

"He was your best friend. For years," Dr. Webber said.

"Right up until the point where he had sex with my wife," Derek said, and Annabelle's eyebrows rose even higher. What the hell is going on in this hospital?

"We all make mistakes," Dr. Webber said, and that was all the conversation Annabelle heard before she was shoved to the side by Cristina, who was shoved by Meredith, who hunched over again, quickly pulling her hair out of her face before throwing up on the floor again.

"What the..." Annabelle trailed off.

"Oh, holy crap, are you pregnant?!" Cristina exclaimed and everyone seemed to stop what they were doing as they looked down at Meredith, who looked up weakly and miserably before hunching over and throwing up again.

"Oh, this is just perfect," Addison sighed, before looking up at Derek, who started quickly making his way down the stairs. "An adulterous love child,"

"Goes along with an adulterous sociopath," Derek replied dryly, glancing at her and Mark before quickly walking over to the four doctors by the main desk. "Meredith,"

"Unh-unh, you've done enough already," Dr. Bailey, who just walked over, held up a hand to stop him.

"Meredith," Derek tried to get to the blonde as she was pulled away by Dr. Bailey and George, who both supported her as they walked.

"Oh, uh, Doctor?" a woman around her 50's with short blonde hair called to Dr. Bailey, who stopped in her tracks and turned around to face her, "I-I finished filling out the paperwork. When do you think I can take Shawny home?" the woman asked with a smile, and by the look on Dr. Bailey's face, Annabelle could only guess that 'Shawny' was Mr. Sullivan who was currently in a critical state after nearly burning himself to death.

"Um..." Dr. Bailey trailed off as she looked anywhere but the woman, and Annabelle raised her eyebrows once again.

"Wow," she whispered to herself. "Looks like this is gonna be quite a ride,"

"Dr. Wyatt," Mark greeted in surprise about an hour later as Annabelle, wearing a yellow gown over her attending's uniform, walked into the room that was occupied by him, and Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan.

"Dr. Sloan," Annabelle nodded, before stopping beside Mrs. Sullivan, keeping her eyes on the patient.

"Is there something you need?" Mark asked after a few seconds, noticing that Annabelle made no move to leave.

"I understand that Mr. Sullivan is now your patient, given the burns, but he is also a trauma patient, which makes him my patient," Annabelle said, and Mark opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Dr. Karev, who walked in.

"Dr. Sloan," he greeted, before halting in his steps as his eyes fell on the brunette woman, "Dr. Wyatt," he cleared his throat.

"You my intern?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, uh, I'm your intern,"

"My face," Mr. Sullivan suddenly groaned quietly, pulling the doctors' attention to him.

"No need to talk, Mr. Sullivan, that's gonna be painful for a while," Mark said as he continued to patch up Mr. Sullivan's burned shoulder.

"My face,"

"He wants to know that you can fix his face, he needs to know that you can fix it," Mrs. Sullivan said, her voice a bit shaky and hoarse.

"I'm going to remove the burned tissue and bandage your face with a dressing of live cells," Mark said.

"And that'll do it? His face will be back like it was?" Mrs. Sullivan questioned, "Because his face - is a nice face," her voice broke and she held back a sob as she looked down at her husband. "He's a salesman,"

"I'm gonna do absolutely everything I can, Mrs. Sullivan," Mark assured her.

"We'll need a neuro consult before we operate," Annabelle spoke up.

"'We'? What 'we'?" Mark raised his eyebrows, and Annabelle simply looked at him.

"Like I said, Mr. Sullivan is a trauma patient. He's my patient. So if you're asking me if I'm going to be in that O.R. with you, the answer is yes," she said, and Mark stared at her for a few seconds. He watched as she stared back, unwilling to back off, and couldn't help but admire that. He then weighed his options; he could either make a scene in front of the patient's tearful wife, or he could accept the help of the Chief of Trauma. Option number two sounded a lot better in the afterthought.

"Anything else?" Dr. Karev asked he handed Dr. Sloan the chart after he nodded, letting Annabelle know that she is welcome in his O.R. "I mean, uh, I could do debridement or, uh-"

"Actually, there is one more thing," Mark interrupted as he and the two doctors stepped away from the patient, "Bone dry cappuccino. Make it a double," he said, before walking away with the chart, leaving Annabelle and Dr. Karev behind.

"I'm sorry, I never got your name," Annabelle said after a few seconds of staring after Mark, and Dr. Karev turned to her, nervously clearing his throat.

"Karev. Alex Karev," he introduced himself, shaking her hand.

"Alex," Annabelle spoke up, "You have got to stop acting like I'm gonna bite you. You said something stupid, deal with it. It's not like I'm watching you and waiting for you to slip up, so man up," she said, and Alex cleared his throat quietly.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, and Annabelle nodded.

"Good. Now, go get that coffee or you might actually not get to see the inside of that O.R.," she said, and Alex nodded before walking off quickly as she made her way over to Mark, who was standing a few feet away. "So, this is what you use your interns for, huh? Coffee,"

"Yeah," Mark replied as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. "And you don't?"

"No, actually, I don't,"

"Well, you're missing out," he shrugged, and she opened her mouth to reply, but was interrupted by Mark looking over her shoulder before walking away from her. She furrowed her eyebrows and turned around to see where he was going, only to see him walk over to Dr. Bailey, who was looking through Mr. Sullivan's chart, "Can I help you?" Mark asked as Annabelle followed him.

"I was just checking on the Sullivans, and how is he doing, because he-"

"You are?" Mark interrupted Dr. Bailey, quite rudely, Annabelle added to herself.

"Dr. Bailey. We met this morning," Dr. Bailey answered, "I was the resident on Mr. Sullivan's bypass," she continued upon the blank look on Mark's face.

"Well, I don't need a resident on this case, so..." Mark answered as Dr. Bailey raised her eyebrows.

"Excuse me, I wasn't asking to be your resident, I was asking how my patient was doing," she said.

"He's not your patient anymore," Mark simply said before walking away, leaving Dr. Bailey and Annabelle to stare after him.

"Wow," Annabelle scoffed as she took a few steps to stand beside Dr. Bailey, "With every passing minute, he's becoming more and more of an ass,"

"Is he now?" Dr. Bailey murmured as she and Annabelle kept their eyes on Dr. Sloan's retreating back.

"Mr. Sullivan," Derek spoke up after checking Mr. Sullivan over as Annabelle and Mark's neuro consult. "I'm gonna recommend a night of observation in the I.C.U. before Dr. Sloan and Dr. Wyatt proceed with your surgery,"

"Oh," Mr. Sullivan breathed out from underneath the layers of bandages.

"Is that really necessary, Dr. Shepherd?" Mark asked seemingly professionally, though Annabelle could hear an underlying note of daring in his voice, "The longer we wait, the higher the risk of infection," he whispered as Derek walked over to stand closer to him and Annabelle.

"Well, I think it's important that we attend to potential life-threatening injuries before moving on to cosmetic, Dr. Sloan," Derek whispered, and that was when Annabelle took in a deep breath, having a feeling that this may very soon escalate into something bigger than just a professional disagreement.

"He's not here for a face-lift, Derek, he's a burn victim,"

"Why did you ask for a consult if you've already established a course of action?"

"Because I thought you were good enough at your job to put aside the personal and do what's best for the patient,"

"My job? You're telling me how to do my job?"

"O-kay," Annabelle finally cut in, taking a step forward to put herself between the two men and placing her hands on their chests to push them apart an inch or two. "That's enough,"

"What's enough?" Mark asked, looking down at her. "All I said-"

"Please," all three doctors turned to the patient's wife as she spoke up, "I'm sure it's complicated, and I know Shawny's sorry for lighting that smoke. He was trying to keep his word to Dr. Bailey, he told her he wasn't gonna smoke when he got home and he was... just trying to keep his word. He knows he did wrong. But he's... he's a salesman. That's who he is. So could you please just fix his face? Could you do that for us, please?" she asked with tears in her eyes, and Annabelle raised her eyebrows as she looked between the two doctors on either sides of her.

"Well, Doctors? Can we do that?" she asked, and Derek and Mark both looked at her for a few seconds before Derek walked away, Mark following right after. Annabelle sighed and closed her eyes momentarily, before flashing Mrs. Sullivan a quick smile and following the two doctors. Great, she thought, my first day in and I'm already getting involved in everyone's drama.

"If what happened between me and Addison is so unforgivable, how do you justify what happened between you and Meredith?" she heard Mark ask Derek as the latter put on his lab coat.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Derek asked angrily.

"You want me to be the bad guy, fine. But I'm not the only bad guy here, Derek. You and me? We're the same," Mark said, and Derek stared at him silently for a few seconds before walking away.

"Wow," Annabelle commented after she made sure that Derek was out of the hearing range, "You two have got some serious issues," she said, before following Derek and walking away, leaving Mark to stare after her.

"Where's my coffee, Karev?" were the first words out of Mark's mouth as Alex entered his and Annabelle's O.R. over an hour later, holding a mask to his mouth and nose.

"I got pulled into an emergency c-section, sorry,"

"That's too bad, I was gonna let you scrub in on a real surgery," Mark commented, and Annabelle looked up from Mr. Sullivan's face to glance between him and Alex, "Oh, well. Maybe next time. If OB can spare you. See ya," he said, and Annabelle watched as Alex turned around with clear disappointment in his eyes, leaving the O.R.

"You know, I get it," Annabelle spoke up after a few minutes of silent work, bar the surgeons' calls to the scrub nurses, "I don't like interns. Actually, I can't even stand them half the time. But you," she looked up at Mark, and waited for him to also look up, "You are being a real dick," she finished, and got back to working on Mr. Sullivan's face, not noticing Mark glance down for a second as he continued to stare at her a little while longer, before also getting back to work.

"Ah, Dr. Bailey," Annabelle greeted the shorter woman with a smile as she met her halfway down the hallway a few hours later.

"How's Mr. Sullivan?" Dr. Bailey immediately asked, and Annabelle smiled.

"Why don't you come with me? Dr. Sloan's already inside," she proposed, and Dr. Bailey nodded, following her into the patient's room, "How's he doing, Mrs. Sullivan?" Annabelle asked as she and Dr. Bailey entered the room, seeing Mrs. Sullivan sit at her husband's bedside with Dr. Sloan standing on the other side, looking over his chart.

"We're just getting an update now, Dr. Wyatt. Dr. Bailey," the blonde woman smiled at the surgeon in greeting before they all turned their attention to Dr. Sloan.

"The surgery went well," he said. "We removed the necrotic tissue, applied the live cells, and if his body responds, in three or four weeks-"

"He'll have his face back?" Mrs. Sullivan interrupted hopefully.

"Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan... your face may never be exactly what it was," Dr. Sloan said after a moment of hesitance. "Even if everything goes perfectly well, there will be scarring,"

"But he's a salesman," Mrs. Sullivan said quietly, "He has such a nice face," she said, and Annabelle and Dr. Bailey both looked at Mark, who seemed at a loss in what to say.

"You have an incredible wife, Mr. Sullivan, and half a dozen car salesmen in the lobby waiting to visit you," Dr. Bailey spoke up, "Your face may be different, but you know as well as I do it's not about what you look like. Or your job, or how successful you are," she and Annabelle both glanced at Mark, who stayed quiet and actually seemed to listen to the meaning behind these words, "It's about having people in your life that you love, and who love you... Tha-That's all that really matters," Dr. Bailey finished, taking Mr. Sullivan's hand in her own.

"I couldn't have said it better myself," Annabelle smiled, putting her hand on top of Dr. Bailey's and glancing over at Mark, who looked down.

Later that evening, Mark walked into Joe's Bar, his eyes somehow immediately finding Annabelle, who was sitting on a stool by the bar, holding a shot in her hand. He stared at her for a few seconds, before finally deciding to stop acting like a child and walk over to her. So he did.

"Spending the night after surgery in a bar, are we?" he started the conversation, sitting down on a stool beside her.

"Yeah, well... I always enjoy a good drink after a shift. It's too damn depressing 95% of the time. I need to drink it off," Annabelle replied, and Mark couldn't help but smile in amusement.

"McSteamy, right?" came a female voice from Mark's other side, and they both turned their heads, only to see a beautiful Mexican woman with black curly hair and brown eyes. "And Dr. Wyatt,"

"What, he's the only one who gets a nickname?" Annabelle commented, making the woman smirk in amusement.

"You must be a friend of Meredith's," Mark observed.

"Not really," the woman's smile disappeared, "Dr. Torres," she introduced herself, shaking Mark's hand.

"Mark Sloan,"

"Annabelle," Annabelle introduced herself, shaking the woman's hand with a small smile.

"Callie," Dr. Torres returned the smile, before turning to look at Mark, who turned around in his seat and looked down at his folded hands on the counter top. "Bad day?"

"You could say that," he nodded. "You?"

"Oh, yeah," Callie chuckled humorlessly.

"So what have you heard about me, exactly?" Mark asked, interest and a bit of nervousness, Annabelle realized, in his voice.

"Mostly things that involve the words 'dirty' and 'bad',"

"Right..." Mark nodded with a small, humorless and a bit bitter smile, "I guess there, uh, really is no starting over, is there?" he said more to himself than Callie or Annabelle, and Annabelle couldn't help but tilt her head in interest at the tone of his voice. It was almost as if he was giving up all of his hope, "Can I buy you a drink, Callie?" Mark suddenly spoke up, scooting over in his seat to sit closer to the Mexican woman, who finished her shot and stood up.

"Only if you have it delivered to my hotel room because I'm off to bed," she said, smiling at him suggestively before walking off, and Annabelle shook her head, chuckling quietly.

"What?" Mark turned around.

"Nothing," she quickly shook her head.

"You coming?" Callie called, looking at Mark, who turned around to look at her momentarily before looking back at Annabelle.

"Are you gonna make it home alright by yourself?" he asked, not wanting to leave a co-worker, especially if that co-worker was a beautiful woman whom he actually liked, alone in a bar in the middle of the night.

"I'll be fine," she assured, giving him a small smile, and he nodded after a moment, before standing up and following Callie, "Have fun!" Annabelle called after them, before chugging down her shot. "Hey, Joe! Another shot, please!"

A/N: I thought it would be interesting to give Mark a love interest. I've seen a lot of GA fanfics, but very rarely were there any OC ones, and when there were, I have seen only one Mark love story. I've seen Alex love stories, I've seen Slexie stories, I've seen Calzona stories, but I've never seen a Mark/OC. I thought this might be interesting, especially the way their relationship develops.