Because Laura told me to. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just love them to death!

Chapter One: Control

The night is young and the hospital lobby is busy with the new shift of doctors coming in. The two stand at the door while the one with the lighter brown hair and goatee collect his bags.

"What time does your plane get in?" Derek asks as he watches Mark grab his bags.

"You asked that already," Mark responds in a huff as he lifts his third bag.

"Just making sure. There's no other way to make sure you get safely unless I check the time."

"I have a feeling that you're implying to go with me."

"If you insist…"

He laughs, "My plane arrives around two. Remember that so you don't ask me again."

"Mark, your cab is here," comes a voice from the doorway. He's unable to turn around to see who it is without crashing some of his luggage into something.

"Thanks, Callie," he says with a half smile.

They walk down to the cab. A warm summer breeze brushes across the group. They say their goodbyes while the driver loads the trunk. When the meter begins to run, Mark prepares to slide in the back. Derek stops him before he's able to close the door.

"Control yourself," Derek says.

Mark knows what Derek means. He's spending the summer in his hometown. He's supposed to have fun so why can't he have a summer fling if he finds one? Mark isn't really good with commitment. He never really has been. Derek knows that. Except with Lexie, his longest commitment.

But that's another story.

He smirks and slides in the rest of the way. The door closes and cab drives off.

"My plane had to take an emergency landing in Seattle," Olivia says into the phone, "No, no, don't wait for me. I probably won't be in until two. I'll take a cab home," she rushes over to the baggage claim to beat the crowd of irritated travelers that were also on her plane, "Elliot. Seriously, go home. I won't be another couple of hours. You even sound tired."

Her eyes quickly study each luggage tag that passes her on the rotating table. She grabs the first one that has her name.

One down two to go.

"Okay, well, I have to go. I don't want to see you until tomorrow, Elliot. I mean it. Tell Kathy I said hi."

She stuffs her phone into her coat pocket and reaches for her second tote, then the third. She flips her hair out of her face and walks hastily to her terminal. She's almost there until she hears, "Excuse me! Miss! Miss!"

Olivia doesn't think much of it until she hears it getting closer. She turns around when she feels a hand on her shoulder.

"Did you drop this?"

She looks into a pair of bright blue eyes then down into his hand at her phone. Her free hand slips into her open, empty, coat pocket. She exhales tiredly and then smiles.

"I guess I did. Thank you."

"No problem. Seattle airports can be extremely busy in the summer."

He studies her a little bit. Midnight eyes, silky hair, and an impressive smile. Before he's able to say something charming and flirty, the girl with the midnight eyes thanks him once more and is out of his sight.

Who was that?

He can't explain it but he feels a little defeated that he didn't get more than a thank you.

Not even her name.

Not even a quickie in a restaurant bathroom.

Thank you sex for returning a dropped phone? Wishful thinking.

It could happen. It hashappened a couple of times but under completely different circumstances.

Shrugging it off helps a little but that small feeling still lingers. He spots a bookstore ahead. Maybe something to read will help him take his mind off everything. When he walks into the bookstore, he looks at the magazines. He finds a Men's Health the guarantees the best sex she'll ever have. Well, he doesn't need that, now does he?

He picks it up anyway with her in mind.

She stirs the sugar into her coffee.

He buys a book that looks interesting.

She sips.

He scans.

They both hear it.

"Flight eight twenty-two from Seattle to Manhattan is now boarding."

It repeats but they don't need to hear it twice to know they have to get good seats on the airplane.

He doesn't want to be stuck next to the person popping their gum.

She just wants to relax after a long five days.

He likes the aisle seat.

She likes to get an up close and personal view of the stars.

"Flight eight twenty-two from Seattle to Manhattan is now boarding."

Mark rushes to the flight attendant standing at the terminal doors. He praises himself for beating the upcoming crowd of hurried travelers. He happily occupies the first aisle seat he notices. Eventually, the crowd subsides and she's one of the few people left.

So much for that up close and personal view of the stars.

Olivia walks down the aisle and prays for one, just one, open window seat. She doesn't really care who it's next to. She can handle any civilian after what she sees everyday on the job.

So far, nothing.

Still proud of himself, he situates himself in the comfortable seat. He watches the people come and go. A part of him wonders why nobody has taken the seat next to him.

Oh well. Maybe he can have extra room for himself.

He reaches under his seat and sets his carry on upon the vacant seat next to him. He shuffles through it to look for his iPod and his new book.

"Excuse me, is that seat taken?"

He turns to look at a face so familiar, it's still fresh in his memory.

"Oh no, not at all," he says and snatches his bag off of the seat and into his lap.

Olivia smiles and opens the overhead compartment. He steals a glance at her flat stomach when she reaches above to put her things away.

If her personality is as attractive as her body, then this is going to be a good six hours. It's not like he doesn't really care for personality when meeting a very attractive woman. It is, it really is but at first, it's more like how fast he can get her into his bed before the night ends. Since his breakup with Lexie, most of those habits have died down but still remain. On the other hand, this is a long flight and he has six hours to charm her.

In this case, personality does matter.

She falls back into the seat, exhaling deeply and runs her fingers through her hair.

"Long day?" Mark inquires.

"I was supposed to go on the flight straight from California to New York but it was cancelled."

Mark mentally thanks all the Gods in the sky for cancelling the flight. He looks back over to her to see her eyes closed and her chest steadily rising and falling.

Derek warned him to control himself.

But when has he ever listened to Derek?